Honestly, all this Reagan worship freaks me the hell out. Thousands of folks line the street for a man they didn’t know? Weird. The only way thing I can even remotely relate to is a twinge of sorrow I felt during Lady Di’s funeral, but that was because she was such a humanitarian. I didn’t know her, and honestly, her death hasn’t had a lasting effect on me at all.
Really, the only famous person I ever really grieved for in death was Kevyn Aucoin. In life, he inspired me with his wit and wisdom, not only about makeup, but also about life. He was truly a
gay hero that had the most gentle spirit and huge heart that was evident in his books, advocacy, and writings.
Kevyn spoke to me to the core of my essence when he wrote “Today, I see beauty everywhere I go, in every face I see, in every single soul. And sometimes, even in myself.” Since his death, he has inspired me to try and follow his “path of enlightenment” concerning myself and how I treat others. If I had to choose to be remembered in the spirit of Reagan or Aucoin, it’s a no brainer. I want to be remembered as someone who loved life and the people close to me wholeheartedly.