started to recount this story, when i started to write of the different child, you know, the kind of billy elliottf wonderful kid in a milieu where people are not wonderful, and what i wanted to show is that i was just a child who wanted to be like anyone else. and my father was telling me, "why are you different? you are bizarre. why are you like this?" and my dream was to fit in. my dream was to be masculine. my dream wasn't to be toni morrison or simone de beauvoir, you know? at some point, i had to escape because i felt that i had no choice, because it was my only way to survive. but before you escaped, perhaps for readers, some of the most shocking passages in your first book, the memoir of your childhood, the passages concern, in a sense, your complicity with the violence against you. for example, there are two kids in your school, in the small town, who repeatedly, day after day, beat you up. and they also humiliate you in a dozen different ways, which i don't even want to go into — they are so painful to even remember. but you didn't hide from those kids. in fact, you sort of agreed to mee