F A N T A S Y

I am an artist constantly caught between two worlds. Half of me resides in reality and the other in fantasy. When I think about it, I have no real reason as to why. Is it because my reality is just too unbearable or is it that I want relieve people of their harsh realities? I wear a fur coat when it is barely even seventy-five degrees outside. Such an act is completely inappropriate and ludicrous.

Everyday when I leave my room, I have two goals for myself. They are simple.

1. I must make every stranger I pass say "I don't know who that is, but I want to know."
2. I must inspire at least one person to be themselves. I want them to feel okay to be who they are.

I do not do the things I do to seek attention. I do not wear the things I wear to be admired. I do everything because it is the true, honest me. It is probably the most honest thing about me. It is somehow so real that is to perceived to be fake and a persona. How do I convince you that the fantasy is just the reality?

My father once called me fake. It was in the car on the way to school my sophomore year of high school. I think it has been permanently inked on my forehead ever since. I even sometimes believe it, but when I go to sleep at night with nothing and nobody around, I know who I am. At the end of the day, I am just an insecure human-being that is trying to learn everything he can about himself for the whole world to see. A free show.

I think it scares people, the fact that I leave my house looking the way I do; the way I leave my house in shorts that cover the bar minimal. It scares me. Yet, I would die if I were to go out looking like everyone around me. My reality is my fantasy. It is my identity. Fantasy runs through my veins. It is my job to further push the lines of what is norm and what is "weird". I must.

✖ ANDREW FABULOUS ✖