Btw, this thread has been dormant for a long time - once you get beyond the "where where you when Kennedy died" posts, there are some facinatin reads here!
I was especially touched by the first post by BBMGrandma. And, unlike you, those Kennedy posts are meaningful for me.
In 1963 I was 3 1/2 to 4 1/2. I spent the 60s in New York City, in Manhattan. Like Phillip said, I didn't get it that Paul Lynde or Truman Capote (or Rock Hudson) were gay. I didn't even get that one of my best male friends in high school was gay, even though he was pretty stereotypically willowy, gentle, smart, soft.
I understood my own crushes and sexual urges toward a few other girls better, but that was because of the women's rights movement, which did a lot of good education for me about lesbians. It helped me understand kind of where I was on the spectrum, but that was more in the 70s. Men didn't have a gender rights movement yet then.
The early 60s in New York could still be pretty formal. I remember in my very early childhood my mother still wore white gloves sometimes, and girdles, and never pants, which were called slacks. It would have been vulgar to call them pants. And then of course things changed rapidly, and it was all Judy Carne and Peter Max. Somehow I think all that wasn't Ennis and Jack's experience.