Disclaimer: The fact that I’m weird was well-established a long time ago on this blog, so don’t you dare pop an eyebrow at me after reading this entry.
So, in contemplation of my next entry, I’ve been taking a few trips down memory lane (way, waay down) and I have been remiss in sharing some core experiences indicative of how I came to be the person you read before you. Before I knew I was gay. Before I was a writer. Before I was a dancer. Before I was an adult.