My first gay experience

I remember my first time so well because it was when I realized I am not alone. Growing up gay is such an insular, isolating experience that it is easy to imagine you are alone and different in a bad way.

The sight of my first, garishly done in frightening makeup with giant fake tits freaked me out and made me feel that turning into a drag queen was the logical result of gay activities, and that if I kept on being gay, I would become a drag queen.