Age six. I was always making my family laugh. I didn’t have any neighbors or freinds, persay, so I made up a world of my own.  This was heaven until I entered the third grade.  I was different and I tried everything to make people like me. It wasn’t easy, coming from a background of being alone most of the time. The more I tried to make people laugh the worse it became. I was called faggot and queer, I ate lunches alone, I sat alone on the playground and at home, all I got was “straighten up and toughen up.”

Not easy when your a child with noone to turn to except your imagination.  By age 16, I had been beaten up, called names, threatened by teachers and students alike and it had become nearly unbearable.  I met Derek. We became great freinds outside of school. went places together, hung out and had sleep overs. But at school, he seemed to hate me as much as the others.  I learned to tolerate it for the sake of having someone, anyone.  One day after school, he and his jock freinds held me down and…well the rest is history.  Something inside me went black and I vowed to one day show everyone that I was an important person, not only to myself but to anyone I came in contact with.  I joined the local community theatre. There I was excepted. I made people laugh, audiences applauded and I finally felt needed.  The years have passed and I have performed and directed from New York to London. I finally met someone that I think i can share my life and maybe I won’t have to tolerate the ignorance so many people laid upon me in my past.  Remember, only you can make a difference in your life and you must want to or else it will never change.

                                                                                                                          To be continued.