Trey Radu-Blackburn
Trey was born in Norway. Well in Maine, a state of trees, lobsters, and towns named after other places (like Paris and Berlin and Norway). Then when he was the tender age of one, his parents ripped him from his idyllic life to Iowa (you know what Iowa stands for, right? Idiots Out Wandering Around … because there are like three things to do in Iowa) where he spent his formative years in an old farm house on top of a hill on a gravel road.
He’s more country than you’ll ever believe … until you meet him and realize that, honestly, that tracks. It was quiet. He could see stars. The old chicken coop was the sibling’s clubhouse. It smelled. He also showed cows at the county fair with 4-H and doesn’t eat beef.
Now he lives in Queens with his husband (their wedding was board game themed), cats, and plants. He’s probably doing needlepoint right now. You should order something (@bearleftembroidery on IG). He acts. He writes. He reads. He has too many ideas. There’s always a project he’s working on. He has a laugh that will make you either laugh or cringe and he’s not sorry about that. Trey is a Leo … but you knew that already.
