Okay but: "I'm not gay," fourteen year old me says as they read Buffy/Willow/Tara fanfiction in the middle of year 9 art class.
“My English teacher is one of those lesbians,” 11-year-old me said in a hushed and disapproving tone to my friends, eyeing said lesbian from the corner of the room. “Cathy told me.”
Later, at 21 when I, too am ‘one of those lesbians’, I am at a queer festival with my tongue down some women’s throat and my hand up her top. Over the woman’s shoulder I catch sight of someone watching me with a smirk.