UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Unfinished Business When I left for college, I was certain I would never come back. My relationship with my dad was difficult, to say the least. He wasn't my biological father, but he was the male parent in my life and the primary disciplinarian. We were polar opposites. He was an accountant for AT&T—a man of numbers and logic—while I was all about art and writing. He was determined to "toughen me up." He was hell-bent on making sure I worked for everything and wouldn't get things just because I was an only child. I believe he also sensed that I was gay and didn't know how to handle it. He came at me even harder, maybe hoping to mold me into a man so i wouldn't become some "punk" as he put it. My escape was my acceptance into Loyola Marymount University with a scholarship as a dance major. I couldn't wait to get away from him and start my new life in Los Angeles. A Call to Return Fast forward ten years. I had moved back to Portland after coll...