My first encounter with a homosexual was in junior high. The boy was so effeminate, he was flaming. We knew he was gay. He was annoying though because he was so dramatic and wanted attention. He probably was teased a lot, I don't know, I wasn't close to him even though we sat together in history class. We'd just work together and from time to time I'd just tell him to shut up because he always talked so much. Funny, I remember that I told him that I liked his eyelashes because they were so long and full and it was pretty with his hazel eyes. He liked that.