Not My Father's Son

by Alan Cumming

Memory is so subjective. We all remember in a visceral, emotional way, and so even if we agree on the facts—what was said, what happened where and when—what we take away and store from a moment, what we feel about it, can vary radically.

For yes, being a woman, even one with a penis and for the purposes of drama, really made me feel that women have been coerced into a way of presenting themselves that is basically a form of bondage.

It is a startling thing, the need to feel utterly believed.

go into the unknown with truth, commitment, and openness and mostly you’ll be okay.