In 1994, I told everyone I was bisexual. No one believed me. Half of my friends secretly thought I was a flaming gay in denial (“bi now…gay later…”), while the other half thought I was jumping on the trendy early '90s bisexual bandwagon. Not much later, I decided that if I didn’t get a boner after making out with my girlfriend for an hour, then I must be gay. So began my life as a homosexual.
This article appears in Oct 20-26, 2011.