ABSTRACT
When I was in the fourth grade, sitting alone at home one afternoon, I was perusing the World Book Encyclopedia set we kept in the den. I looked up sex and read about the physiological facts and functions. I dutifully studied—a prospective researcher even then—each cross-reference. I came across an entry in the H volume. As I read it, I thought, “that is talking about me and why I like boys.” That moment, for me and for others first naming of a part of themselves that they could not convey before learning new names, was a powerful experience.
