I was 26 or 27 when I came out, because the pressure had built up and I just had to try it out. Shortly thereafter, I had my first kiss, which made me sure. It was completely different than kissing a woman. It was "real". It melted me. And it made a lot of things make sense in retrospect. If I had grown up in today's environment, or in a different geographical area, or in a more progressive family--so many variables!--I would probably have recognized it sooner. I can trace it back to middle school. The first time I began to internally acknowledge my desires as being gay was my sophomore year in college. But, no matter how progressive and accepting I was of other people, there was still a kind of block in being able to think that I, myself, might actually be gay.