DKGS: A Diary

It is only natural to desire self expression. That is why this blog is almost entirely my own writing. I have written well over three hundred poems, many found here. I have planned and begun a book series about my version of Hell. I have also planned a dystopia. I have finished, begun or planned at least four plays of varying lengths. I love to act. I love tiger lilies and peacock feathers. I am quick to crush on or like someone, and that base attraction often does not fade. My name is Trevor. I am 18 and gay. I have had one boyfriend, and he is no longer of that title. I have self esteem and image problems, but in my soul I know I am fantastic. That is why I am so loved by those I hold dear to me. I have a husband, a wife, a fiance, a girlfriend, a life partner, a lover, a baby momma. I am a virgin. I have been called beautiful. I have been called ugly. I hate cliche. My birthstone is the diamond. I hate white diamonds as engagement rings, red roses, chocolates in heart shaped boxes on Valentine’s day. I love Tim Burton’s movies and his wife’s acting. Lady Gaga is my Mother Monster. Audrey Hepburn inspires me to live. I love pop music. My favorite artists include Gaga, P!nk, Avril, Regina Spektor, The Ting Tings, Superchick, Xtina, Florence + the Machine and Toy Box is beginning to grow on me. Again. I don’t like to read. Writing is the only way I can truly express and feel emotion on a day to day basis. I am the revolution, overthrowing my own existence.