There are two things you should know about me.
One. I have amazing parents. Parents who brought me up to be respectful and kind to others, and never to do anything that deliberately hurts anyone. Life lessons learned young and never forgotten.
Two. My fiance died the day before our wedding. While awful at the time, it ultimately taught me life is too short to keep quiet when you see something happening you don’t like. Life is also too short to not spend the life you do have protecting the people you care about.
What these two things also mean is, when I see something I don’t think is right, there’s not a chance I can sit there and ignore it. Not with Mum, Dad and a dead fiance sitting on my shoulder — telling me how to behave.
And so we come to today’s thoughts on Conchita Wurst, and the question I’ve been wondering about for a while now.
If you love Conchita Wurst, why are you sharing photographs of Tom?
In a myriad of interviews since the day she won Eurovision, Conchita has talked about her need for a private life. A need so great that, as Tom, he’ll leave the house hatted, headphoned and sunglassed in an attempt to make sure you don’t recognize him.
