All About Me Mondays...

I think it was the red cowboy outfit that was the start of my shame spiral to gaydom.

- When I was around 8 or 9, I was riding my purple-specked, banana-seated, long-handlebarred bike and ran right into the front bumper of a dark brown Dodge Scamp... and chipped my tooth. It's still chipped.
- I took piano lessons for a few months as a kid. I didn't have the patience to practice and have a bit of an ear for music, so I would memorize the songs instead of sight reading music. I can still remember some of the songs.
- I lost my virginity when I was 20 in a Red Roof Inn in Philadelphia. That was when I tried clawing my way back up my shame spiral to gaydom but, alas, I slipped and fell... a lot.

All About Me Mondays...

Yet another happy Xmas and another new hairstyle for my Mom. She definitely liked changing it up. Of course, my brother has his normal spaced-out look on his face... I think his 'lude kicked in. If you look at my hair, my Dad used to take us to get our hair cut at Joe the barber on Neville Island for three dollar... and an extra fifty cent for him not to put the tupperware bowl on our heads and do it 'free-style'. In the bottom left corner... looking like the Wicked Witch of the West poking out the bottom of the house... that was either Dressy Bessy or Dapper Dan. The dolls taught you how to tie your shoe and zipper and button. Dapper Dan was undoubtedly androgenous... because when you unbuttoned his pants (which I did often), he had no weenus.

- I am allergic to everything including myself. Without my Afrin, I would not be able to breath. My nose closes up throughout the day and especially at night. If my mouth were ever to be taped up, I would suffocate. Allergy medicine doesn't work for me.

- My first car was a Chevy Laguna. It had a rubber front on it. I hit a telephone pole and it didn't even break the headlight when I hit it head on.

- I opted to take French in Jr. High. Three years of it. When I was in Paris, I forgot everything I knew by the time I got through the airport and that's about the time that they wanted me to leave. The only other time I attempted to speak it was in St. Barth's. I should have taken Spanish, in hindsight. I've been to Mexico four times and L.A. as many.

All About Me Mondays...

Some of the things about me that have appeared in my blog have been things that even my closest-est friends were not aware of, so I will be doing "All about me, Mondays" with just some quick tidbits... As far as this picture goes, I am the one on the left... the one on the right is my brother, Dan. Guess his 'fix' was wearing off and reality was setting back in... he doesn't look happy. Notice my Dad in the mirror looking down at his camera to take the picture... btw... loved that tinsel tree, the big pink balls (duh), the train and the light wheel. And now, on to more about me...

- In my life, there were 5 dogs that I or my family owned... Jeffy and Benny were my Dad's hunting beagles... Chi Chi was my Mom's pride and joy (Chihuahua)... then we had Lucky (West Highland White Terrier) who my Dad found on the railroad while working, and then Shelby, my Cairn Terrier. I am highly allergic to dogs.

- I don't know what nationality I am. Possibly Hungarian, but your guess is as good as mine. I pass for most nationalities that people don't mess with me, except for security at the airport. I always get picked to be searched.

- I fell out of a tree when I was little that made my hip twisted back, pinching a nerve on my right side which resulted in muscular degeneration... ie: my right calf and buttock is smaller than my left ones. For 2 dollar 50 cent, I'll show you. This is why you will see that my pants and shorts are generally twisted to the left. Although somewhat blessed, it's not because of that.

- I still have the woobie that my mother made for me from scrap yarn and I still rub it to calm me down... that and the bottle of anti-anxiety meds.