I first realized that I was attached to guys in my first year of primary school, at about 5 years old. It was during an afternoon playtime and someone suggested that the boys should try and catch and kiss one of the girls.
Tina was the prettiest girl in the class; she was blond with blue eyes. I discovered that I didn’t want to be kissing her but rather I wanted to be kissing Paul who was also blond with blue eyes.
So, we all ran around trying to catch a girl to kiss, except I was doing my best not to catch a girl and was doing really well until a girl called Margret caught me and tried to kiss me. I pushed her away.
When I got home from school, I told Mum and Dad about what happened and they laughed and Dad told me that when I got married I’d have to kiss girls. Even at 5 I had a smart mouth because I told him that if I had to kiss girls, I’d never get married.
And, I haven’t.