“Do you ever long for a time, the time way long ago, when people were famous because they were talented? Not because they ate donkey poop on a reality show or were like, the last idiot standing in a rose ceremony, but because they had actual talent. Well, that’s how I felt when I was five-years-old. I was like a 45-year-old gay man in a little girl’s body. Grown-ups always used to say to me, “you’re such an old soul,” which I realize now means, you a little bit creep me out. For example, when I was nine-years-old, I cried on the bus the entire way home because none of the other kids in my class knew who Rosemary Clooney was.”