31, it's hard to believe. I was born on August
28, 1971. To give you an idea of the kind of egomaniac
I am...it always seems to me that day ought to be a
employed again. It's still not quite what I want
to do, but I'm thankful to have anything in this economy.
Finally, a job in New York that allows employees
to have an outside life.
a Muslim. This is my "I haven't washed/brushed/cut
my hair" hat. The irony of it being mistaken
for some Muslim religious marking is that I got the
thing out of the Spiegel catalog one Spring or Summer,
around '94 or so.
any religion, actually. My father was raised Baptist,
but belittled Christians. My mother was raised
Catholic, but didn't attend a mass from the time I was
born until after my dad died. I was a big-time
bible-thumper when I was 12, completely addicted to
the Christian radio soap opera Unshackled.
It comes up every now and then in my journal.
I get kind of crotchety when monoracial people
try to tell me what my racial identity is, or what music
I should like or make other presumptions about me. The
beauty of it is having an open heart and allowing people
to become who they are as unique individuals. I
try to let people unfold, like a book, rather than being
so arrogant as to think I can suss them up in 5 minutes.
a Hoosier, a Californian and a San Franciscan. One
by birth, one by breeding, the last by choice.
My big, black boots and I have earned quite the
I've always been sensitive, perceptive and as
in touch with my emotions as my intellect. I think
it's a great combination.
adult survivor of childhood abuse, as the saying goes.
Something about that strikes me as namby-pamby,
yet "survivor" is a good word, since it's
something I feared for so long I'd never do. All
things considered, I've thrived. The strange thing
is, my father thought he was preparing me for the harsh
reality of the "real world," which hasn't
been nearly as cruel and sadistic.
veritable old-timer on this here Internet. I never
thought it was weird to talk with strangers across the
country or around the world, as I always had pen pals.
avid traveller. Time permitting, my adventures
and photos are posted in my travel
a work in progress. I think we all are...that's
the beauty of living -- always learning and growing
deeper into our selves.