Being gay put an end to being gay.
My home town is in many ways a century behind the times. Language evolves languidly. Words have the denotation and connotation that they had a century ago.
When I was a little girl, “gay” was one of my favorite words. It was how I described myself. I was a lighthearted, happy.
I learned its contemporary meaning about the same time as I realized that I was gay in that sense. Being gay put an end to being gay.
Until now. I am happily gay and gayly happy.