"She was like, 'Whatever.' " He mimicked her, waving a beefy hand in the air. His mother is a lesbian.
I met Kye at a Hollywood shelter run by the Los Angeles Youth Network for runaways, homeless and foster teenagers, just a few hours before Los Angeles County pronounced its first Mrs. and Mrs.
I wanted to talk to the generation that stands to benefit most from this historic civil rights advance: gay kids who will come of age knowing that a hookup could eventually lead to a marriage proposal. Just like their straight friends.
Of the 10 teenagers I talked with, three said they were gay. I found the group as philosophically divided as adults, but more comfortable with dissension. They shouted, insulted and defended one another, then settled back in to watch television.
'Idon't like it," said David, twirling his skateboard wheels and shouting over the others. "Nothing personal, but two dudes ain't natural. . . . I'm not tripping; just keep it in San Francisco."
"Hel-lo!," responded Jazz Lepe, an in-your-face 17-year-old who straddles gender boundaries. "This is Holly-wood."
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Tall and slim with delicate features, Jazz was a boy when she reached adolescence. Now she's transgender. Or bisexual. Sometimes she's not sure.
When I visit, she's wearing tight jeans and a rhinestone-trimmed pink T-shirt. She has long black hair with a dramatic red streak, pink nail polish on slender fingers and eyebrows so perfect I'm dying to ask who did them.
She grew up in group homes and foster families, was taunted at school and on the street. I get the feeling she's not one to wait on the state's permission for anything.
"I always had crushes on boys," she announced, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Her mother wasn't bothered when she came out at 15. "She just doesn't want me to be a slut."
I asked if she'd heard about Lawrence King, the Oxnard middle-schooler allegedly killed by a classmate in February for flaunting his homosexuality. She hadn't. But she had heard about "this other guy that got killed . . . . They tied him to a fence. It was a big deal."
Jazz couldn't remember his name, but I could. Matthew Shepard. He died 10 years ago, before Jazz probably knew what "gay" meant.
His death publicly sensitized the nation to discrimination against gays; sparking hate crime laws and public outrage. But it seems not so much has changed in our private relations.
I'm stunned to read that one-quarter of gay teens say that coming out to their parents got them kicked out of the house, or led them to run away.
"The law doesn't change anything," said Jenette Hurst, 17, who landed in the Hollywood shelter three weeks ago when she came here from Seattle.
"We're always going to have this discussion. I'm not a lesbian, but if they want to get married, why can't we just be happy for them.
"It's just like blacks and whites," she said. The older generation "grew up saying things about each other because you didn't know anybody like that. But we know.