There comes a time in every straight girl's and gay boy's life when they realize that they are fond of people who have testicles. It could happen in kindergarten, when that veritable Prince Charming lets you play with the Play-Doh he didn't stick up his nose. It could happen in third grade, when little Jimmy tells the whole class that he loves to masturbate, and Ms. Higgins has to call little Jimmy's hippie parents to schedule a meeting about appropriate child-rearing, and you fall in love with little Jimmy before he transfers to a Montessori school because you think the term "masturbate" has to do with horsies. It could happen at the junior high dance, where it's too dark for you to notice your dance partner's disgusting acne, and your dance partner is too drunk from that can of beer he a