Am I The Person My Mother Warned Me About?: Coming of Age. Coming Out. Coming to Terms.

Who is Kurt? He has a memoir, but he's not a celebrity. He didn't win a Nobel Peace Prize. Who is this kid? These are the questions that always arise when people hear that I wrote a memoir. Yeah, yeah, I know. I haven't done anything so worth while to leave a legacy in the form of a memoir, but, you know what I have done in my two and a half decades on this chaotic blue spinning marble? I bailed on college. I came out of the closet. I was engaged. I became a life coach. I smoke like a chimney. I drink way to much Vodka for my own well being. I am a huge hypochondriac. I had a quarter life crisis (multiple times). I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I tried to become a personal trainer, but I hate the gym. I became an ordained minister, but I hate church. But, at the end of the day I am happy with who I am . I am not bald, and I would like to think I'm a fairly attractive tall skinny white guy. Up to this point, my story only consists of facebook stalking, drunken nights, coming out, being engaged, and oh yeah, the fact that I am a successful life coach, with my own life in a chaotic mess. But other than that, I'm your old fashioned American gay guy... the one that your mother warned you not to hang out with.