I am a paradox. It gets really annoying sometimes, but I also love it. I’m from a small town in Utah called Lehi. Me and my 8 siblings were raised by an amazing man and woman I’m glad to call my parents. My dad is a prime example of all the fatherly wisdom and patience, an example of industry, a leader in the Mormon church, and a constitutionalist. My mom is somewhat of a wonder woman. She homeschooled all 9 of us, attempted to keep us out of trouble, and made sure we were all dressed properly for church. She wondrously still has a full head of beautiful hair. My siblings were my best friends growing up and still are some of the most supportive and understanding people I know.
I am the 5th of 9 kids. My name means “fruitful” in the Hebrew language which is very fitting for me since I get to be the fabulously gay one in the family. I grew up crocheting doilies because I wanted to be like my great grandmother who had the most magnificent afro I had ever laid eyes on. I was a pianist, grew up playing with electronics, landscaping, worked in construction, maintenance, as a missionary, manufacturing, and more recently as a model and in entertainment.
I have accomplished a lot in my given circumstances. Not much was expected of me being the gay, weird, homeschooled child that no one really liked much. But out of my experiences and viewpoints I’ve been able to work out of obscurity and into the public eye. I’ve met some of the most wonderful people in America and am glad to be able to call them friends.
Most of what I write I hope will help someone who might be in the same circumstances as I was or to bring to understanding the way I think in hopes that it might help someone else. My story is not just of me but of all the people I have met in this exciting and dynamic culture we live in. It’s a great time to be alive and there is so much to be done.