The first time in my life when I felt ‘different’ was when I moved to California when I was 12. It was a large adjustment. I didn’t feel like I fit in for the first time in my life. I didn’t feel like I had friends outside of my family. I didn’t feel like I was home.
Funnily enough that’s what started me making videos and doing what I do because it made me happy - and since I didn’t have a lot to make me happy, it’s what I kept going back to.
And again funnily enough, I was scared to tell my friends. I was terrified that they would find out until they kind of found out on their own. And now that I’m older I look back and I hate that I felt like that. I hate that I was groomed to be so fearful of what I was doing. I think you should embrace your individuality, what makes you different. I wish it wouldn’t have taken me so long to figure that out, but I guess that’s growing up.””
You ever have those moments where, just out of nowhere, you’re hit with a rock-hard Halloween boner? You are suddenly consumed with desire for pumpkin spice flavored everything, orange and black decorations everywhere you look, skulls, pumpkins, spiderwebs, spooky music, movies like Hocus Pocus and Trick R Treat, stripey stockings on the cheap, weak-ass little fog machines, ect. even though it’s the middle of goddamn June?
Reblogging this for SEVERAL people I know.
There’s this shitty thing that happens when you learn about the reality of racism, sexism and misogyny. You start to hear it from the mouths of your parents, grandparents, friends and siblings and you can’t ignore it anymore but you’ll see how many of them will ignore you when you speak out about it.