Y'all I am 100% convinced that four year old me knew I was gay before I was gay. But not only gay that I was low-key trans/nonbinary as well.
Like little story time here.
So when I was but a young kindergarten lass I had a fun play friend named Jasmine now Jasmine was in the same class as me and we spent time together ALL THE TIME. We sat together in circle period, Snack time we'd share our lunches, and play time we were always each other's playmates. Not gonna lie it was pretty serious for a kindergarten relationship.
Now we were only friends at that time BUT I already knew there was no one other than her I'd love to spend my life with.
So one night as I'm having one my nightly chats with mother dearest as she braids my hair I tell her that I'm gonna marry Jasmine.
Immediately my deeply catholic conservative mother tells me:
Oh no sweetie. Girls can't marry girls. But I'm sure you'll both be very good friends!
As you can tell I was immensely disappointed. And I tell you this was where the little Gaylord in my head starting their scheming cause immediately after my sweet conservative Catholic mother uttered those words I began cooking up this idea in my head that I'd dress up as a groom and marry Jasmine. And let me tell you I had this all planned down to the shoes I'd be wearing. It was a mix of Gomez Addams and Mafia boss down to the pinstriped suit, black and white spats, mustache and all. The only thing that was missing was grey sideburns and a caramia.
Hell I even planned how we'd rendezvous at the park and get married in the little chapel then go to the petting zoo beside it.
It got to the point that I'd DREAM about it.
But then I changed classes and since my mother refused to network for me like she did with my other siblings I never heard from Jasmine again. Nonetheless, I still await the day where we can meet again and hopefully rekindle our spark.
So yeah. Four year old me was woke but I was just sleeping.
