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My Art Teacher In Junior High Was A Very Out Gay Man And A Mentor To Me.

When I Was 14, I Felt Very Rundown; I Had A Home To Go To, But I Felt Like I Was 60 Or Something, Older Than I Feel Now. And I Don't Know If It's Something That Happens At 14, Or Whether It Was Adolescence Or Whether I Was Gay, Or Closeted Gay, Or Whatever It Was, I Felt That.

The Artist Himself Is Actually The Subject In Everything After, Say, 1900. Eventually, Art Becomes So Removed From The Community That You Have To Know About The Artist Before You Can Even Look At The Painting, Because There Is A Conceptual Idea Going On.

Gay Marriage Is The Last Bastion Of, To Me... As A Legal, Ceremonial, Sentimental And Religious Side, It's One Of The Last Steps. Retaining Your Job Being One Of The Earlier Steps, Like, Not Getting Kicked Out Of Your Job Because You're Gay.

Casting The Locals Is My Primary Concern Because All The Other Things You Assume Will Be Manageable.