I feel it is important for the world to know that my sexual attraction to Kevin Spacey was at its height in 1998. I wrote his name all over my desk in the 8th grade over and over. In films like “Swimming with Sharks,” “Hurlyburly,” “the Negotiator,” and most importantly ”L.A. Confidential,” this man was my adolescent flame and artistically an idol. Obviously this came to a climax in 1999 with “American Beauty,” and I’ve been reconciling it ever since, even meeting him in the 2000s at the stage door of the Old Vic in London, where he had performed “The Philadelphia Story.” I feel that I gave him strong stalker vibes, asking him when he was actually leaving the theater and how. Without making eye-contact he answered that he tells no one how he exits the theater. It was amazing.
this is a safe space, don’t even think about this too long, areyousexuallyattractedtokevinspacey?
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