Even in kindergarten we were kissing girls, large and curious, screaming through the primary playground at recess hands outstretched, grabbing coats and hair. Boys' mothers used to call my house complaining of torn K-Ways and loose buttons. Sometimes we girls would sit quietly and talk about kissing. The girls I knew were at once cruel and curious and kind and wanting. At home, under the bed, in older sisters' closets, we kissed each other.