My queerness turns sweet sixteen today! And unlike me, it managed to get kissed before turning sixteen (or eighteen, for that matter). Only about seven months before turning sixteen, but still. My queerness has a hot girlfriend now! And hey, how many women who've been queer for sixteen years are still in a relationship with the first woman they ever kissed, like I am? My guess is that most of the few such women turned queer later in life, when they had more ability to choose girlfriends wisely, rather than at fifteen like I did. But my way works too. Not that the advice "Wait almost sixteen years to kiss a woman, and then you'll be more likely to be able to keep her!" is ever likely to appeal to teenagers. Even my own teenage self would never have been weird enough to actually plan on waiting almost sixteen years.