My little sister recently found a treasure trove of home movies and sent me some. This is me at a water park in Orlando, Florida, circa 1976, and looking at my young self now I am just FLABBERGASTED to discover HOW INCREDIBLY GAY!GAY!GAY! I was. I’m mincing. I’m posing. I’m pouting. How did I make it to adulthood without angry mobs of rednecks chasing me down and beating me to a bloody pulp? I’m used to seeing old pictures of myself as a child, but nobody swishes in pictures. This is a REVELATION.