Now ya’ll well know nothing about me is at all odd, so I really had to search my un-weird soul… haha.
1 – I am a huge homo, but those pretty lil’ faggy twinks are so beautiful to look at … especially charming when sweet youth pretends to be sultry and brooding … as if darkness = fashion. Wish I had a boy-pet to spoil!
2 – I have collected antique photographs for several decades – daguerreotypes, tintypes, and lots of faded old images of Butches and Femmes. People ask if these photos are my ancestors. NOPE. I just think most all rusted, discarded, utilitarian, remnants of forgotten people are magical. Wonder if these pictures will be discarded again when I am gone?
3 – I have an obsession with horror: dolls and clowns and things that aren’t supposed to be scary; chilling but true tidbits that cause girls to make awful faces; reminders that we are indeed made of meat; the psychology of murder, ect. Why? I very, very, very nearly drowned when I was five. Death had gripped my throat. I so remember the sun through the water, a panicked struggle and then that cold, quiet moment of realization. The living probably aren’t supposed to be that aware of mortality.
4 – Arrgh! The noise pollution of idle humans. I love people and will swap pleasantries and small talk with strangers. Yet I have this eye-twitching quirk that is my own and really has nothing to do with others. Random smacking, gum popping, boisterous babble, loud cell phone yakking… these noises rattle my peace of mind beyond what I can handle. I start to grind my teeth and squint if the jangle is incessant. I know I make noises myself but sometimes I feel like I must escape the cacophony or go mad!
5 – When I get a sudden creative spell, I look off into the distance, scribble in notepads, look off into the distance again, and then scribble some more. The scrawling hieroglyphics swirl around each other all over every inch of the page! LOL No one but me knows what these hmmmmm-lists, little drawings and sidenotes mean. Even years later, I know exactly what I meant and sometimes have the “a-ha” all over again.
6 - I prefer to mosey wide eyed through life. My mind is always distracted by all the colors and the beauty and the tragedy. As you might imagine, to mosey causes huge problems. That is why Chris does not like it when I drive.
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