Rebecca's piece in the paper this week begins:

Julie Andrews made me gay, so I became a writer. Other things happened along the way, but not really very many. They were mostly there already in The Sound of Music. I saw it when I was 9.

She was clear-faced and clean-looking, not made-up like my big sister and her girly friends, and she had short hair and liked to run around outdoors like a tomboy. She liked to climb trees and wore sensible shoes and had to get away to figure out who she was.

I'm not saying she was a lesbian. I'm saying she was a girl who did not fit in and had to figure out why.

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