My dance style ranges from white dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow
cyberbully: transfer your lunch money to my paypal, nerd
Acrylic Paint, photo, gold ink
This is one of the hardest jobs. It’s an everyday struggle. Every single day of my entire life I am rejected. One person after another denies me the future I dream of. They look at me, I do my little song and dance, and they say no, you are not worthy. I work relentlessly to do whatever I can to set myself apart from the rest, but in the end I am the same as the million other hopefuls.
And I am, hopeful.