But it's important. All of these entries about boys I never knew and shootings and stabbings and arrests . . . all in my head. I would even relive these things in school, completely flipping out in class, disrupting everything. I would also take stuffed animals to school. I'm talking high school here.
Then things settle down after I move. I stay anchored in reality but start getting obsessed with people. Mostly guys. I haven't moved on to the next one yet. I'm stuck in my sophomore year of high school. One psychiatric committal under my belt.
Here, have some pictures that I've posted on twitter . . .
This is me, to the right, at Mardi Gras 96
Somewhere in Alabama on the way to New Orleans, I was so butch
college the first time