It didn't matter that I wore clothes from Sears; I was still different. I looked different. My name was different. I wanted to pull away from the things that marked my parents as being different.
An agent said he didn't know what to do with me, I wouldn't be able to play any parts but lesbians and aliens.
I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.