Youth is a blissful ignorance of the past or concept of a past. As one grows older, the knowledge of the past corrupts. It becomes the anchor, the weight, the burden.
Californian living in DC (415 vs. 202).
I like Nikes.
I like skinny jeans.
I write.
I ride my bike a lot.
And although being gay isn't a big part of who I am, it does sure seem to come up a lot!