I want to say I was 16, maybe. My family went to Florida. I was—and still am—a passionate SCUBA diver. The water is the only place I feel graceful. I went by myself on a dive boat. There was me and maybe six other divers—all big, brawny men. I felt very small and hairless.

Tomorrow: National Tequila Day (24 Jul)

unimpeachably is a form of privilege, and it’s one we don’t talk about nearly enough