I've pretty much given up on the orange. I really have. I just don't even bother. It's just either sour, or woody, or the skin's too thick. It's very nice when you come across the perfect orange, because it's really a beautiful experience. But the stakes are too high.
Art is about the edges and the sharp corners and those places are not conducive to activism, which is about putting on a gloss.
I resented that my career wasn't going the way that it was supposed to. And I was angry that I wasn't getting the parts that I wanted.
I think a case could be made that there's sort of a crisis of masculinity in the West. Particularly with white males.
I'm not a wilting flower. I'm honest, so I pick a lot of fights. I've burned a lot of bridges.
The gay male is always going to be at the bottom.
