In the junior high my best friend was Julia. She was obsessed with Julian Lennon and INXS. We were constantly together, and our parents my parents wished we were a couple (well to the extent that proper jr. high kids were). She eventually annoyed me, and we lost touch.

In the beginning of high school I was with Julie (clearly I didn’t want to learn a new name). She and I got on so well. She introduced me to Nintendo and heavy metal. We were also quite into the Ouija Board, which, oddly enough always predicted we would get married. Ummm, no. So sadly, we too lost touch. Actually the last time I heard from her, I hung up on her rather that explain that I was gay. I regretted that till I saw that she never really grew out of that “metal” hatred for everything. You know what I mean. Overlapping Julie I met Angela. I knew I wanted to meet Angela. She had that vibe.  I finally met her in German class (yes I took German, and I know, so don’t tell me. I should have taken Spanish. That occurred to me in Mexico, as well as every day here in CA) Anyway she was amazing. We got along so well. I think because she had me figured out. Literally. OUT. She also introduced me to crystal-meth. That is another story. It was actually her marriage that tore us apart. Laura was probably the most important girl in my life. We met, hmm, I think senior year. She knew me because I let her, not because she “figured” it out. We were inseparable. We worked together. Hung out together. Shopped constantly. We always loved to go to fancy restaurants, all dressed up cute. We talked about guys. She even helped me meet guys. We loved the same movies. We almost kissed once though. We also talked about a threesome with her at the time boyfriend, who was bi. So yeah, we had issues. Would anything ever have happened? I doubt it. I think our relationship was so close and unique that we didn’t know how to express it. When she got married and had a kid it was just me who lost touch. I had started a relationship. And she wasn’t mine any more. I never was good with sharing. Of course there’s been more women in my life.. Lynne, Andrea, and Riva all deserve mention. Fag Hag just doesn’t seem the right title. I could use a close friend like that again.