When I was a child, I didn’t fantasize about being an actor when I grew up. But that’s what I am. I didn’t dream that I’d be a receptionist, either, but that’s what I do now. I didn’t really think much at all back then about being an adult. Life just happened to me, and I watched. As I got older, if I had to make a life choice, I seemingly made it on a whim. Or I didn’t choose at all. Mostly, I just watched. Like a benevolent alien in human skin, I observed the ways of those around me—like an alien who had friends he cared about and passions he pursued, an alien who felt love and pain but who knew deep down that there was a limit to those connections. Like I was in the world but not of it.
I imagine that’s how a lot of queer kids feel growing up…