I always wanted to be better at keeping a journal. I think at a young age I already knew that just regurgitating what I did that day was boring and nobody would read it. See, I always wrote with the intention that someone would read what I put on the paper, whether it was because I had published it myself or because I died and my children and grandchildren were reading what I had written. I owed it to them to write solid content. So that’s why 12-year old Erick started to write his own autobiography. Flash forward almost a decade later and that’s exactly what I’m here to do again.
By the time I’m popular enough that some publisher cares to print my story, I will have already forgotten most of it or heaven forbid, I died without being able to tell it. So being in my twenties I decided now was the best time to rehash what I wrote when I was 12 and expand what happened to me in the last two decades and narrate what will happen in “the best years of my youth.” When I’m thirty I want to be able to look back and say that I have a story for every topic that could possibly be discussed. I want the stories to be honest and pure and stand up for themselves. I have met about million people in my lifetime and each one has contributed to this story. Going forward, these personal essays won’t always be chronological and the characters won’t always go by a real name, but the events and meat of the history will always be truthful to real life. Fiction has a place and a time but there’s nothing like real life. It can’t be duplicated and is unique to everyone. Some may ask, “why do you write about yourself, won’t you look back and be embarrassed by what you said or did?” Truthfully, no. I don’t have any regrets in my life and the stories that I share always have meaning to me and hopefully to someone else too. So welcome to what I call 90’s nostalgia for gay men or “Gameboys and Gay boys.”
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Erick L. Graham Wood
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