When I was 16, I was an aspiring children’s book writer and I went to a children’s book conference in Chautauqua. I wanted to write the first gay novel for teens… and everyone was dumbfounded when I told him/her my aspiration. “Gay novels are not for kids,” they all told me flat out. “Why not? Judy Blume is my favorite children’s book author and if she wrote about masturbation and divorce… why can’t I write about homosexuality for kids?” Even then in the late 80s, no one could argue against a 16-year-old aspiring writer who wasn’t even sure of his own sexuality.