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My first real same-sex relationship was pretty surreal. We were the best of friends and the worst of enemies and major competitors in the area of denial. We blamed each other and we blamed ourselves and then we blamed our parents and every kid who ever looked cross-eyed at us on the playground when we were growing up. And we blamed the dawning of a permissive society and the blindness of the church. And we blamed our religious counselors for winking and nodding and telling us everything would be okay, that it was probably just experimentation. We were confused; that's what it was.