I had a gay uncle who used to baby-sit for
me. Our entire family knew that he was gay, but no one talked about it.
Whenever he took care of me, I would always have a lot of fun with him
and his friends. Many times while staying with him, after I had gone to
bed, a number of his gay friends would show up and they would have a quiet
little party. Frequently, some of those men came dressed in drag.
I used to pretend that I was asleep, then I would peek
at them through my half-opened bedroom door. With a child's natural instincts,
I wasn't fooled. I could tell that they weren't really women but just men
all dressed up. It was okay with me. In fact, I was quite fascinated. My
uncle's parties weren't orgies. The men all acted quite proper; however,
many of them danced with each other and some of them even liked to kiss.
That would make me giggle.
Ever since that time, I've delighted in seeing males
dressed in feminine clothes. To me effeminate males were exciting and fun
to be with. Throughout school and college, I retained my special appreciation
for sissyboys, even though I never met any men like that until I grew up.