You’re a boy. You’ve been coddled and cared for, pampered and hugged. For you, it’s always summertime; living is easy. Daddy’s rich, momma’s good looking, you’re a Grant! You got money in your blood. You are a boy. I’m a man.
Having your story told as a woman, as a person of color, as a lesbian or as a trans person or as any member of any disenfranchised community is sadly often still a radical idea. There is so much power in storytelling, and there is enormous power in inclusive storytelling, in inclusive representations.
“You have nothing. You have a pile of secrets and lies and you’re calling it love. And in the meantime, you’re letting your whole life pass you by while they raise children and celebrate anniversaries and grow old. Together. You’re frozen in time. You’re holding your breath. You’re a statue waiting for something that’s never going to happen. Living for stolen moments and hotel hallways and coat closets. You keep telling yourself they all add up to something real because in your mind they have to. But they don’t. They won’t. They never will because stolen moments aren’t a life. So you have nothing. You have no one.”
“I think sometimes in life we want to ignore the problems of society and just think about the good. I believe in positive thinking and affirmative living, I also think it’s really important to remember all of our disenfranchised members of society.”