I was single. When I was 7 or 8 I kissed a girl under a blanket up a tree, I am now 33 and that it's still the closest I have ever been to a romantic or sexual relationship. Which is terrifyingly sad, early on it was depression, self hate and anti-social feelings, later on it was depression, self hate, anti-social feelings as well as dysphoria and the idea that it would be cruel to expect someone else to deal with the mess that is my gender and sexuality, not that many people offer.
--Serena