Steph, I do think small town has a lot to do with it. I grew up in a very small town in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. There were two boys, and strangely enough from a coincidence point of view they were first cousins, but then again, this was a town where you did not DARE to say a bad word about anyone, because sure to certain the ear into which you breathed that bad word would be closely related kin to the person you were badmouthing, well, these two boys were very effeminate from birth, I swear. By the time they were playing with others, say sandbox days in our time, we all knew it by just osmosis. I mean, four year olds did not know from homosexual. And back in the day, we had not even HEARD the word sex. But if you had asked me way back then if ------ was like the other boys, I probably would have piped up that no, he was more like us girls. One of these boys was my age exactly; in my class in grade school and I STILL KNOW AND LOVE HIM! The other was two years younger. And I swear, we all knew and never said. When much older, probably teenage, one of my uncles asked me if ------ wasn't a "fairy," and I said yes, of course he was and always had been. The younger one was very musical, and wound up going to NYC after High School. He died of AIDS some years back, and I think of him often and with affection. The one my age never married, went into and retired from one of the armed services, and took great umbrage in later years when some folks in town got into religious fervours of a type we did not grow up with and began to spurn him. Sad to say, but we all went to Sunday School and church together, and no preacher we ever had ever said a word about homosexuality, or even spoke of it sideways. Honestly, we never knew it was considered anything bad or wrong, and so we accepted it as something different that showed up in a few folks. I love this man like a brother, and hate that he has to suffer this. Most folk are dead now that we have reached 86; there are only a handful of us left, and we all love him. One of his younger cousins, the little sister of one of my best friends in this life and another classmate, tried to convert him a few years back, and now he won't attend any gathering that includes her. But this fellow has always been the nicest, politest, most considerate person you could ever imagine. He never dated, but in High School he would show up at the proms with as many as 5 dates. Yep, he would pick up and give a corsage to every girl who had no date! I swear! And they had the jolliest and best evening of all of us!