I have a twin brother.
When you think about it, I’ve never been alone. We’ve always been super close. We were born the same but growing up I always knew that in my head I was different.
As a child, I thought I was a woman.
A beautiful woman, almost like a model on a catwalk; with long, shiny, oiled legs, high heels, long silky hair, and a satiny vermillion red dress that reaches down to the middle of my thighs.
This is the dress I wear regularly in my head.
I remember, one day, I went to a playground with my mother. I was wearing a dress.
I was playing around, having fun with all the other children. Until a little boy stopped me and said:
“Why are you wearing a dress? Are you a boy or a girl?”
I didn’t understand yet that I had to choose.
From then on, I told myself to be a “real boy.”
That was not always easy.
And It’s only while I came out that I felt better.
Today, working as a performing artist brings me to a place of comfort where I’m allowed to be dressed the way I want. The stage is actually the place I feel safe, where I feel that my identity is strong and limitless.
Yes, sometimes my sexuality still bothers me.
But I understand more and more that there is no difference in between the real world and the one on stage.
So, I have one thing to say…