I WASN’T QUEER UNTIL I FOUND LEATHER

Less than a year after my coming out as bisexual, my “guncle” (gay uncle) told me he had a surprise gift. He made a big deal out of the surprise, refusing to tell me what it was but insisting I would like it.

After dinner one night, while dropping me off, he popped the trunk of his car and handed me a mysterious gift—a gorgeous bag made of genuine black leather and blue latex. It was quite large, too, roughly the size of a carry-on that would barely squeeze in an overhead compartment.

I looked at him confused as he’d never bought me anything remotely expensive, and the bag itself was worth at least a few hundred dollars.

“Go ahead, open it,” he said with a mischievous grin. I, and reusable medical gloves.