I Remember Opening My Dad's Closet And

The Great Thing About Getting Older Is Living Life.

I'm Wearing Pants, For F---'s Sake. Lay Off. I Mean, It's Not Like I'm A F---ing Lead Miner. There Are Harder Jobs In The World. But When People Feel The Freedom To Create Tumblr Accounts About My C---, I Feel Like That Wasn't Part Of The Deal ... But Whatever. I Guess It's Better Than Being Called Out For The Opposite.

Would You Want People Walking Up To You And Pointing At Your D--k? I Can't Believe I'm Still Talking About This. But I've Worn Underwear Every Day Of My Life And The Fact That I'm Painted As This Exhibitionist Is A Little Annoying. It's Become A Meme, I Guess. Being Someone Who People Want To Photograph, You Have To Open Yourself Up To The Positive And Negative. It Is What It Is. If I Get Mad At It I'll Look Like A Douchebag. But It's Silly.

I'm Painfully Aware Of My Surroundings At All Times.

It's Such A Capricious, Strange Existence, Basing Your Life On The Whims Of Others, And Basing Your Ebbs And Flows Of Confidence And Lack Of Confidence On The Fact That People Either Choose You Or Don't.