when i was twelve years old, i moved to new york city all by myself. a little boy from michigan, born and raised in waterford. i went to new york with all those morals and all that warm love from the midwest. i was scared and nervous and uncomfortable all the time. i was homesick and i quickly knew i was living in a much different place. tonight, my heart breaks in a different way. i thought new york was scary when i got there. tonight i realize that was the first step in truly being myself. i am different compared to the kid soaking chicken strips in ranch and drinking pop. i was born different and i was born myself. i have have always been me, i have always loved everyone as me. tonight my family voted for Donald Trump and his vice president who thinks i am sick and should be treated for my mental illness. you didn’t like her because she was a woman and spoke up? because she essentially has no style? do you really think those emails are so incriminating that Donald Trump should be in charge of the country? i am so happy i was given the opportunity to leave when i was twelve. it was the most painful and difficult challenge i can remember, that is for sure. but tonight i am saddened i didn’t say more to the people i loved. i didn’t want the distance to be any greater than it has been since i was a kid. i hoped that change and education would give them the insight and knowledge that i have. i was very wrong. i pray for education. i pray for my kids. i pray that i am legally allowed to have a family. i couldn’t imagine a better dad than me.