When the Gay Heart May Not Grieve
I was never taught to mourn the end of my early relationships.
The moment my eyes alighted on W’s picture from my middle school yearbook, my heart quickened.
In the 8th grade, I had an enormous crush on a 7th-grade boy. The problem was I didn’t know it was a crush. No one explained to me that boys could have crushes on boys. It was 1985…