I’ve forgotten his name, but he was in my class in second grade. Even back then I was drawn to boys who were noticeably softer and gentler, a bit femme. He just seemed like a little sweetheart, and I adored him. One day when I was coming back from lunch, he was sitting at his desk which was on the first row. I had to pass by him to get to my desk. He was alone, and he was looking down at something, a book maybe. I spontaneously decided I wanted to kiss him, so I bent down and gave him a peck on his forehead. He was stunned and said, “You kissed me.” I went on to my desk. Others started filing into the room, and he said, “He kissed me.” He was flabbergasted, and I grinned like the cat who swallowed the canary.