All I knew was it had to do with needing space to unpick the parts of myself I wanted to keep from the parts I’d created for others, the ones I was perhaps ready to discard. I had been performing a role, or a series of roles, really, depending on who I was with. If I was going to stop acting, I needed to be surrounded by strangers who wouldn’t notice the change, let alone comment on it. I’d spent so much time and effort adapting to my surroundings, blending in, that I couldn’t tell who I was anymore, like a chameleon that’s forgotten its original colour.
Gay kid grows up
