I wanted to be called Jason.✌

On gender roles and non-monogamy

When I was little, maybe six or seven, I implored my family to start calling me Jason.

Yes, Jason.

Why? Well, I’m not totally sure what was happening in my little-kid brain except that I admired boyhood and all that it represented.

I was a 90s kid, which means I grew up in a time when little boys were, more often than not, the heroes of the films and TV sh…