Once upon a time an infant male child was born breech, two days ahead of schedule (was supposed to have been a Leap Baby) and everyone swore I was going to be born a girl. Does liking boys count? So, I tolerated the wearing of PINK during my debut year. Spent the first miserable seventeen years of my life in a small oil town; located on an odd...
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Once upon a time an infant male child was born breech, two days ahead of schedule (was supposed to have been a Leap Baby) and everyone swore I was going to be born a girl. Does liking boys count? So, I tolerated the wearing of PINK during my debut year. Spent the first miserable seventeen years of my life in a small oil town; located on an odd shaped parcel of land separating Texas from Kansas. (For those of you that aren't familiar with your geography, some folks call that "Oklahoma".)
Seven months before my nineteenth birthday, my parents kicked me out of the house for being QUEER! Damn, can you image that? (Took them long enough to figure that one out). Went to college, at least for two years till the "friendly" banker benevolently closed my severely over-drafted bank account and I was too exhausted to attend classes due to my working two full time jobs.
Got a wild hair up my arse (things may have turned out differently had I simply shoved a latex toy up there instead) to Go West Young Man! Thank you Village People; landed my happy carcass in sunny California. Rained and rained and rained. Oh yeah, that was the same year Long Beach recorded their first tornado in history. Thought I was free of twisters after escaping tornado alley. Auntie Em! Auntie Em! Did a one year stint on the west coast; broke and destitute, I somehow managed to find my way back to my hometown. Geez, could things get much worse?
For the next twenty-odd years I worked retail management for various chain stores. My life was unraveling before my eyes, my future, if any, was looking rather bleak, as I traipsed around Oklahoma (dodging bill collectors attempting to collect on my defaulted student loans). Finally, I stopped running and hung my Stetson and Tony Lama's in the Great State of Texas.
Currently living life vicariously through writing contemporary gay themed fiction in Austin, Texas. Yes, I am single. Ain't that a gall darn bummer? Someday, I know (deep in my heart) a hunky bronco-buster will trot up on his stallion, sweeping me into his burly arms and we'll mosey off into the sunset to live happily ever after. (Hey! It's my frickin' dream, don't mess with it.) So boys and girls, that just about sums up my titillating existence on this planet earth, what there is of it. Sure, there may have been a few sordid details I might have carefully omitted, but we shall leave that for another time.
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