My mom's revelation got me to pondering: Who were the other lesbians in my growing-up years, closeted and hidden? Some I had already guessed at, but the two women who ran the summer camp I attended were foremost in my memory.
Over the last few years I have dated two closeted gay men, without realizing it at first. When they stopped dating me, I was really upset. I spent weeks trying to figure out what was wrong with me, what I could've done differently. But it wasn't me.