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About Me

About Me?! That's kind of an odd question, isn't it?! I mean, what exactly do I say? For that matter, how do I even know anyone is reading this. In that case, it wouldn't matter what I wrote, or if I wrote anything, at all. See what I mean. Hmm.Things about me that you should know: First off, I am a transgendered woman who has led a quite unorthodox life. I am anxious, neurotic, paranoid, and obsessive compulsive. I live in constant fear, and I pace a lot. I am one of many bastard children that arose from the ashes of Germany after the second World War. I am a hopeless romantic. I survived Marine Corp. boot camp. I carry a list of all the people who hate me....and, I read it over and over. I take life seriously, but not so seriously that I can't laugh at it's expense. Two people called me petite this week and it made me smile. I'm not a very good friend....but, I'm learning. I love crime fiction and dancing. I think Miles Davis' music is the best back-ground music during sex. I have wonderfully positive dreams, but, whenever I return to wakefulness, all I'm left with is the image of a plate of noses. I wanted to be a scientist, when I was young. I also wanted to be Marlo Thomas on 'That Girl.' I hate it when dirty dishes are left in the sink. I beleive in monsters. I'm really good with a grenade launcher. I grew-up in the 'Projects.' My favorite drink used to be a double espresso with two shots of Jack Daniels. God is a comforting thought in a cold universe. I do not beleive in god. (Having admitted that, I realize that the list of people who hate me has just gotten bigger.)

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Bipeds. Not exclusively. But, for now. Actually, I'd like to meet anyone who would like to meet me. My past experiences meeting people I'd like to meet, haven't gone all that well....I tend to babble, incoherently, overcome with anxiety....remind me to tell you the story of when I met Harlan Ellison and J. Michael Strazynski at a convention on Long Island several years ago (there's a blog entry!). The one time it did work out is when I met Leonard Nimoy last November. It was just me and him for about ten minutes. He asked me a million questions. Then, dressed as a Las Vegas showgirl, I danced and he took pictures of me. I don't know why it went so well.

My Blog

More 'Junk"

The other side of the coin is something else entirely.If you're shopping for a new vagina (argueably the largest purchase you'll make in your lifetime, next to a car and a house) I'd think that you'd ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 17:01:00 GMT

My 'Junk'.

Everybody wants to know about my junk.Do I still have my Junk? If I do, what do I plan on doing with my junk? What have the constant stream of female hormones done to my junk? Do I hate my junk? D...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:16:00 GMT

My Sweet Love

I've been thinking about this incident, that occured last week, as I stopped at Kohl's on my way home from work. I was nothing. But, it was everything.I stopped there to see what was on clearance an...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 13:06:00 GMT

Workin' On A Dream

The best part of my day today was a conversation I overheard.Isaac was trying on a new pair of sneakers at the J.C.Penney store. I was helping him get his shoes on and off. The place was a mad-house...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 16:41:00 GMT

Ignorance and Fear

M.B. got a very disturbing phone call this evening from a friend who recieved an anonymous letter. The letter stated that there was a person who worked at Isaac's school who was married to a man who ...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 17:45:00 GMT

The Odd Couple

Lisa Lampanelli and Leonard Nimoy. Two people who have popped-up in my life several times over the last two years. "The Queen of Mean' , a foul-mouth ed stand-up comedian with her first HBO special ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 12:21:00 GMT

The Boy In The Empty Grave

I heard this story about the mother of a tarns-girl who was so distraught over the loss of her son, that she paid for a plot at a cemetary, on which she had a gravestone for her son. She would go the...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 15:22:00 GMT

The Chicken And The Egg.

I'm probably not unique in the fact, that as a woman learning to survive in a male dominated world, I learned quickly what is -and what isn't- an acceptable male walk.I've spent too many years being ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 10:08:00 GMT

Swagger And Swish

There isn't a lot to do when your face is being lasered. You can't really have a conversation, especially if they're concentrating the laser around your mouth.TssssszzzzTMy nose is too big.Tssssszzzz...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 09:51:00 GMT

Into The Great Wide Open

I don't know if it's hormones, but....This week started off pretty crappy. Toni dropped a bomb on me, and not the one I was expecting. I wanted to cry. It was the first day back, and it wasn't fun....
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 16:27:00 GMT