I like being born in 1950. It feels so central. It’s easy to calculate how old I am. Last year I hit classic retirement age. I also hit marking about 20 years out to myself, and the world, as bisexual.This means I know I am capable of loving people of more than one gender.This also means I have lived about two-thirds of my life unconscious of my sexual orientation. Or, more precisely, wrong about it.If you asked me for the story of my youth with regard to sexual orientation, I would try to paint for you a picture of cloudy murk broken occasionally by bursts of thunderous lightning. Let me try to explain.