When I was 15, and I called my father to tell him that I had fallen in love, it was the last thing on either of our minds to discuss what the consequences were of the fact that my first love was a girl.
Kad man bija 15 gadu un es zvanīju tēvam, lai pateiktu, ka esmu iemīlējusies, pēdējā lieta, kas mums abiem ienāktu prātā, būtu apspriest sekas tam, ka mana pirmā lielā mīlestība bija meitene.