Somehow my parents were flabbergasted when my brother came out. All his friends were girls! They hung out at the mall every weekend!
Yeah, clothes shopping. Then he got dolled up and went to a movie with his male “best friend”. How they didn’t see that gay train coming years before, I have no clue. He was the only male cheerleader in the 90s in our city, and he had way more glee than the girls.







Oh, it doesn’t mean they won’t look back on it with “blunder years” self amusement. It’s the frosted tips, peroxide blonde, white dude cornrows, bowl cut, skater hair, mullet, Beatles bob of Gen A. Every generation get one.