My first kiss with a boy was in a Taco Bell bathroom.My first kiss with a girl was only because I put on her red lip gloss and she thought it would be funny. So yeah, pretty gay all around.
My parents never really worried about me in high school, and apparently they didn't have much reason to because the biggest stroke of rebellion I could muster was lying about being at a mall with two of my girlfriends when I was really at the Taco Bell next to the mall to kiss a boy in the bathroom. It was Black Friday. It was more like a Bleak Friday. We didn't even make out. We literally kissed once. I was a 17 year old who kissed once.
I don't even remember his name. If I had to guess, I would guess John because I know a lot of Johns and it's the code name for dead guys whose names are unknown. He's probably dead now, too. He seemed a bit of a loose canon. We met at a debate tournament that I won. The fact that I won really applies to every debate tournament I attended, but this one was at my own high school, so I was feeling extra badass. He was wearing an argyle sweater, and it was the first fall that argyle was huge, so he seemed extra trendy, and I seemed extra important because I won. Again.
Naturally, after winning with a case on the withdrawal of troops from Iraq and Afghanistan, I slipped him my screen name and we plotted the whole thing via IM. Or maybe it was a case on India and Pakistan's dispute over Kashmir. Damn, I knew a lot in high school. What a nerd turn on.
Even though I won the debate, he kind of won in the end because he convinced me to drive to his hometown to kiss him in a Taco Bell bathroom, and then never IM'd me again.
That's OK because I quickly learned that there was more than one gay person in debate, and everybody wanted to kiss the winner.
But just once.
Now, every time I see a Taco Bell, I think of how far I've come.
Happy Gay Pride,
TJB: Making It
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