Ummm... ok... 6 things that people don't generally know about me...
1. A Christmas tree ornament that I made hung on a White House Christmas tree in the mid-90s. I really didn't like the ornament, it was a last minute thing, so imagine my surprise when it was chosen and I got a big ol' packet in the mail supposedly from Hillary. I got the ornament back, gave it to someone in school, and now she has a White House ornament for her tree. I should find that packet, it was interesting.
2. I never dated. I'm married, but I never went on a date.
3. I used to draw what would be considered furry art. I was in high school, and back then there was no culture around it that I knew of. It was simply my way of avoiding assigning races to characters. No one batted an eyelash. I cut that shit out in college, though, when I started to draw drag queens instead.
4. That reminds me, I have a strange fascination with drag queens. My favorite movie is Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, I have a set of drag queen super hero characters, and when I learned that Project Runway was having a drag queen episode I got all squidgy inside.
5. When I go to a bookstore, I usually head straight to the world history section in search of memoirs or historical biographies. I have a boner for history, especially material concerning everyday life in historical periods.
6. I have a fascination with the holocaust and all things Jewish. As a kid, my Jewish father tried to teach me to be ashamed of my Jewish half, but instead I feel like I missed out because the faith was NOT discussed in my house. Religion in general was not discussed in my house. I'm a half-Jew and I know nothing about it other than the holocaust is why I have one remaining relative on my father's side, while my mother's Catholic side is seemingly never-ending. I don't know how many memoirs I have that were written by people who survived death camps, but I just feel that I have to read them. I think it's because I keep trying to find some link to the story that my father told me about our family which is unlike anything else I've ever heard. He remembers WWII, so he could tell me first-hand.
I have no one to tag, because I think only Funder reads this. Bwahahah!
1 comment:
Drag queens - dear god that brings back some memories. When I was 19 or 20, I used to go to the infamous gay bar Backstreet on the weekends with a whole crowd of friends. One guy would always get trashed and make out with a drag queen named Demonica, insisting the whole time that he was a she. On Sundays, he'd have a killer hangover and be in denial about the whole thing.
The best video I found was the one of her on Jerry Springer. It's so psyduck.
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