the renaissance man
A minority lottery winner, I have spent my life getting to see the world through others perspectives. Originally from small-town Ohio I alway felt out of place and yearned for something more. Bored with school and wanting to escape my personal life,I dove deep into learning about the world, other cultures, people, and what makes us human.
I figured I’d always be in Ohio, a little out of place and bit out of step with my peers. To the ridicule of the adults around me, in college I decided I was going to get a degree in communications, deeply fascinated by humanity, what motivates us, and how we share that with others.
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I'll do the emotional write-up later but for now, a quick set of stuff. Personal stuff! My other sites: About blues and culture , Support my creative work, read more of my writingMy pronouns: He/Him I am currently running a fundraiser for chest masculinization. Most...
I’m a simple but determined man*. Who wants one thing. My shirts to fit right. This little thing, this small desire from when I was 12, has set off a chain reaction. One that leads me, begrudgingly, to this present moment. I didn’t know what a trans person was, all I...
I never tell people when I leave. After many years of people not noticing or caring and most importantly, me not wanting to be noticed, I’ve decided to try something different. I’m leaving Colorado. The past almost two years, people have been asking me; how long I’m...
I finally decided what I want to be when I grow up (for now), a renaissance man! (No I’m not running away to the fair.) So... When the pandemic took away dancing and then over time dwindling interest in online dance classes, I really found myself lost. I stumbled head...
As much of the world is moving so much of our social dances to online mediums, I’m noticing an increase of focus on trying new skills, solo dancing, and practice. There are groups and lessons and training and world wide challenges. But, as an instructor, I’m beginning...
*this is from a practice prior to covid-19. Don’t @ me I’m loooking up into the eyes of one of my dearest friends and I, for the first time I am afraid. I fight the urge to step back, to look away to hide, as my mind reminds me of all my insecurities… loudly. I, for...
Seriously though. If you’ve noticed a typo or are excited to work with me I’d love to chat and see what we can do together. Or get my editor on it, depending on the issue.