I wish I could say I come from a long line of creative types, that creative endeavors were encouraged, that creativity was a hallmark of my family. Alas, I'm the outcast... and DAMN proud of it.
In fact, I'm the only gay member of my family on both sides for generations. I know. I did our family's genealogy on computer a decade ago just to find the others. No gays. No painters. No writers. No artists. No inventors. No intellectuals. Just Republicans. And those addicted to mythological beings made up during the Bronze Age.
So, let this be a lesson to everyone. In every boring family a black sheep must be born to create a fresh look, to stir the pot. To force change! Words are power. Unleash them!