In my photo, I was on vacation with my parents. I insisted on dressing up for Halloween, even if I couldn't go trick or treating. I didn't think that it was odd that I wanted to be a pirate, or that my pirate was male.
I didn't think it was odd to have a crush on Mrs. Walsh, my 2nd grade teacher. And not odd that I wanted to be a construction worker when I grew up.
Nor did I think it was odd to do my best to dress like a football player. I'd even steal my dad's socks and pull them up over my pants.
When I played, it was with my GI Joe or He-Man action figures.
My prized possession was my Sword of Omens (from "Thundercats"). I once got chased home after defending my friend's honor. Her much older brother was picking on her, so I tried chopping his head off with my wooden sword. It seemed like the logical thing to do at the time.
Acting like a boy never seemed odd to me. Odd was what happened after puberty.
I didn't really start coming to terms with myself till college, and even then I went kicking and screaming. I had pictures of Fairuza Balk all over my dorm-room and was insanely jealous of the time my best friend spent with her boyfriend.
And, I still insisted on dating guys. I was 21 the first time I had sex with a girl,
and that was when everything started making sense again.