I knew I was gay pretty early on, from about the age of five. As a kid, I was captivated by Patrick Duffy on TV’s Man from Atlantis. He was always in his little swim trunks and was quite buff back then. He also had webbed hands and toes, which were some kind of odd turn-on for me.
Growing up in a blue-collar, intolerant environment in the suburbs of Montreal, I wasn’t exposed to a lot of progressive thinking. Especially in my early teens, I sure could have used a helping hand along the way. I stayed in the closet until the ripe old age of seventeen, when I just couldn’t contain myself anymore. At which point, I came out screaming and flailing my arms.
At the age of twenty, I moved to the United States with just three hundred dollars in my pocket and a desire to be involved in the entertainment world. I’m now based in Manhattan, and doing just that.