My son was in another room talking to the big kids. They were fourth graders, 9- and 10-year-olds who are very cool, hip, and mature (according to my kid, anyway). They were a mix of girls and boys, and most of the girls were talking about which boys they thought were cute, and who was whose boyfriend or girlfriend. The boys were frequently providing commentary.
My son piped up, “Blaine is my boyfriend.” (Blaine is a gay male character on Glee.)
“You’re supposed to have a girlfriend,” one of girls snapped back, all snotty.
My kid shook his head. “No, I’m gay,” he said. “I have boyfriends.” Giggles came from all the girls, and one of the boys looked at him quizzically.