“For being different, easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing,” said Lady Gaga. As a young child, I have always been different but creative. My vigorous thirst of art making fostered by attending the Langley Fine Arts School and all-women’s college Moore College of Art and Design. This might sound atypical to any other story of a young artist, but I am going to explain why my story is unique. A friend once said to me “An artist sees the world in a different way.” It was uncanny to hear this because I have only known the world through my artist eyes. My story is different because my first love was unique. Do you remember your first love? Why is your first love, so different from all the other loves? It’s because it’s your first. It’s that love that you can never let go because it was built on friendship, laughter, and connection. My first love was an unrequited love, when I was eleven years old for a gay boy. At the time I assumed nothing of it because I was just being a kid. This story is akin to Patti Smith, author of the remarkable novel Just Kids. This honest story that tells the tale of two friends, soul mates, roommates, lovers, and muses. Patti Smith speaks about her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe, a young gay photographer. This extraordinary novel reveals how Patti Smith saw the world; how through her youthful eyes, she thought Mapplethorpe was her creative soul mate. Nevertheless, since I was 18 years old, I have struggled with accepting and
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