This gem of a photo was shot by my father. I had dressed myself in my mother's dress and sun hat, and was parading around our house. My father was a scientist, and my mother was a pianist - progressive European bohemians nudists that had gay friends in their circle of friends. So at home, I was safe.
I knew something was different about me by the time I was 8. And I quickly picked up the idea that I had better start hiding my truth, to avoid physical and emotional attacks.
These attacks led me to the brink of suicide.
In this picture, I am still happy and free like so many of the pictures on this blog.
Many of the pictures here capture the joy filled spirits that we are, before the mean world got to us.
Luckily, today I am happy and free again.
And I couldn't be happier with how my life turned out