Photo credit: Beckett Gladney
My bedroom, which can be seen in the background of many photos and the occasional Skype interview, is candy-colored and bright, with walls like the inside of a giant pumpkin and shelves dripping with vintage toys. Some of them have been with me since childhood, following me from one adventure into the next (some of those adventures have involved spending time in a box). Others are recent acquisitions, bought during bouts of retail therapy after I reached adulthood. It’s soothing, if you happen to be me, and an endless nightmare of painted eyes if you happen to be someone who dislikes such things. People have been known to joke that my lifelong love of portal fantasies was born, at least in part, from the fact that stepping into my private spaces is a little like stepping through a portal into another world...