The first time I went out in costume for Hallowe’en was, I believe, at age five. My parents asked me what I wanted to go as, and I told them, “I want to be a witch.”
Choosing to ignore the clear sign of incipient homosexuality, they procured a witch costume, complete with pointy black hat and broom; what they failed to understand, however, was that I had been speaking in terms of a life choice.
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