About 15 years ago, I was a college senior. I was an ice hockey defenseman and Army ROTC cadet, and probably what you imagine: big, strong, sort of a jock. Not dumb (at least, I don’t think!), but definitely not that interested in classes. That fall, there was this crazy flooding at our school and our ROTC dorm was evacuated. We were mostly scattered across campus, wherever they had room. I got bunked in this room with a sophomore named Joey.
Joey was this prissy little boy from some Boston family with money. He was gay, though he would always describe it in some kind of gender studies language I could give a shit about. He was probably 130 pounds and extremely feminine. Gay guys today would call him a twink. He was flirty, had long dirty blonde hair, liked to wear makeup and sometimes drag. When he did himself up, he could *just* almost pass as a cute, flat-chested girl. That sorta made me think… huh.