and when it became obvious I wasn’t, you know, a normal boy, that I was a girly wimp who despised sports and watched weird movies. I was a precocious freak who came out before puberty, and I was clearly doomed. It’s hard enough for people like us, my mom would say. All very cliché, in that gay sob story kind of way, but I can’t explain it any better than that. They are my immigrant parents.
