Early Life
Sean Paul Lockhart was born in Lewiston, Idaho, raised in Seattle by his stepfather and moved to San Diego in 2003 to live with his mother.
When I moved originally, my biggest excuse was I had serious interest in film. I wanted to direct and I had a lot of interest in the artistic side of it. I figured if I'm going to do it anywhere, southern California is the fucking place to do it. That was my big lure so I thought I'd come here, do my two years in high school, get residency established then go to UCLA or something of that degree.He further claims he never met his father. After arriving in San Diego, he says he was abandoned by his mother, forcing him to take care of himself.
At age of sixteen, he says he met and began courting an older man who introduced him to what he referred to as an "unhealthy social scene".
introduced me to a lifestyle that wasn’t very fitting of a sixteen-year-old. He was nothing but the worst influence on me. But I thought this is what gay people did. I didn’t know that most of the gay community isn’t into drugs and being evil to each other; that there is a side of the gay community that actually takes care of each other.Read more about this topic: Brent Corrigan
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