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What's in a childhood? No, really, I want to think about this. What does a childhood look like? Y'know, the one that your friend's friend who always seemed really cool but never gave you the time of day had. Or instead, the one your teacher talked about when they were trying to understand why you were so fucked up and they weren't? I think I speak on behalf of many folks both in this class and at Lawrence when I say that childhood was an idea I clung to, not a thing I had. My experience as a child is likely far different from yours, but I'm sure there were points in your elementary years where you too were jealous that your friends didn't need to worry about what was happening after school. My early years come with two complications: I was an operatic child prodigy, and I was queer. Now, one of these was much more present to me than the other. While I believe that, when thinking practically, the present one jumps off the page, I find more joy in leaving it ambi...