Being shamed for wearing a dress is one of my earliest and most formative childhood memories. I quickly learned to swallow that diaphanous, twirling joy I felt to fit into a world that didn’t celebrate what made me unique. To baby Anthony: You get to grow up, find your prince and get to wear the prettiest dress on stage. And, though you might not understand it, you will simultaneously eat and slay. To thine own self be true. Something Rotten @thegalleryplayers May, 2025