As they spend more and more time together their friendship subtly transforms, evoking that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling that only a first crush can. It's a beautifully told almost-love story set to the music of local ska bands, the melancholy vocals of Carla Morrison, and other genre-remixing Latino artists.
I am always bitterly amused when I hear people say that homosexuality is a choice. I could only imagine, as a prepubescent boy, the relief I would feel when nature finally flipped that hormone switch, when at last I would begin to slaver and tremble over pictures of boobs in dog-eared copies of Playboy, stashed lovingly under my bed. Truly, I looked forward to it.
I have a peculiar memory which must date to when I was 10 or 11 years old. I am sitting daydreaming one afternoon, and it occurs to me that I will never get married. Simultaneously with this realization comes the recognition that I have always understood that marriage was unlikely for me, and that today is merely the first time I have said so, to myself, "aloud."
The same reasoning that leads Justice Scalia to conclude that the Framers' ignorance of cell phones and the Internet doesn't resolve questions about "the freedom of speech" should also lead him to the Framers' ignorance about the nature of sexual orientation. If one is going to be an "originalist," at least one should be consistent about it.