When I was 9 or 10 years old, my dad took me over to a neighboring farm to help get stuff for the meal. The farmer, Vic, told me to look at all the turkeys and pick one out. I saw a cute one with a silly walk and cried, 'Him!' Before my pointing finger had even dropped to my side, Vic had grabbed the turkey by the neck and slit [the animal's] throat. Blood and feathers went flying. I had sentenced that turkey to death! Up until then, I didn't know where meat came from—and I've been a vegetarian ever since.

I remember the horror story that I told myself over and over again. I'm totally alone in my body. I'm totally alone in my head and nobody will ever see through my eyes. I'm just completely alone.

Being with friends felt like a burden. I remember just sobbing.

I still have highs and lows, maybe I don't cry salty tears as much.

I don't wanna be labeled as straight or labeled as gay. I just want people to look at me and see me as white.

I enjoy the last quarter of all basketball games.

Nothing is taboo if you have an angle on it.