“I kissed Gina in my dream,” eleven year old me says to my mother. Gina is a girl from school. It is 1975. The Stonewall Riots erupted six years earlier and it’s been two years since homosexuality came off the American Psychiatry Associations (APA) list of mental illnesses. Of course, I know none of these things. I’m eleven. Nor does one girl kissing another in a dream mean they are gay. Spoiler Alert – this eleven year-old girl is gay. She just doesn’t know it yet. Is my mother aware of these two significant events in LGBTQ history? Unlikely. Does my dream alarm her? Hardly. She dismisses my nocturnal canoodling…