A gay kid named Austin posted this story about his first gay crush in fourth grade.
I had a very similar experience with a boy named George Collins in fifth grade. George was an adorable kid with a tangled mop of dark hair, big, round brown eyes, and a winning smile. He was double-jointed, and he used to disgust kids on the playground by being able to lock his hands and swing his arms from the front of his body, over his head to his back in one unbroken motion.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
I followed him everywhere. We were both athletic (I was the second or third fastest kid at my elementary school), so we always played together. Interestingly, I don’t recall a single conversation we ever had, but I have vivid memories of watching his feet kicking the tiny pebbles on the playground.
After sixth grade George disappeared. I have no idea whatever happened to him, even though I think about him occasionally even today.
So don’t tell me homosexuality is a choice. Right or wrong, we were born this way.
