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So, I’d say my first ~real~ gay kiss was when the guy who would become my first boyfriend and I kissed outside a fundraising dance a group at college held as part of our World AIDS Day events.
He was the volunteer coordinator.
I ... volunteered.
He was the volunteer coordinator.
I ... volunteered.
We’d been flirting throughout the preparations for the week, and I came out to my mother over Thanksgiving break. ... So, I think I thought I was ready to date. 😂🤪🙃
Two of our first dates were seeing Toy Story and The American President — at least one of them at the old Union Station movie theater, I’m almost certain! (I’ll save you a Google: This was 1995.)
