When I was nine, I wrote a vow of celibacy on a piece of paper and ate it.

I had always written. I had written stories and poems. Then I started writing plays.

I get a lot of unasked for sexual confessions.

You know, when I first started making online videos, there were a lot of filmmakers I befriended who were doing it too.

I shared a bed with my sister, Grace, until I was seventeen years old. She was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5:00 P.M. every day whether she could sleep with me. I put on a big show of saying no, taking pleasure in watching her beg and sulk, but eventually I always relented. Her sticky, muscly little body thrashed beside me every night as I read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even as I slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out.

It'll be taught in homes that it's not okay to make fun of a kid because he's gay or it's not okay to make fun of a girl cause she's fat. But that we have been living for so long in a culture where so many people's parents supported those beliefs that there wasn't any infrastructure for children understanding right and wrong in those situations, if that makes sense.

I always thought the saddest feeling in life is when you're dancing in a really joyful way and then you hit your head on something.