Seven Wicked Things

Because a very mellow Miss Tali tagged me to do this (and because it's kind of a cool thing to do) I'm picking up the challenge and giving you Seven Things About Me... or Seven Wicked Things.

1. My fascination with gay & bisexual men began at the age of 10, with the British pop band Wham! Now George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley might've been fooling the rest of the world, but they weren't fooling me. My first fledgling slash stories with MMF trios included a lot of "Careless Whispers" and "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go."

2. I am a hopeless gamer geek. Sit me at a table with a bag of dice, a mechanical pencil, a rubber eraser, and a bunch a guys intent on conquering the world and I can lose days. I really love playing, but I end up as the storyteller or game master a lot of the time because, well... I come up with really cool plots and stories. Go figure!

3. I love music. Growing up I made sure to participate in as much music as I could, joining every choir and band I was able to join. I'm conservatory-trained in voice, piano, trombone, percussion, and jazz drums. But I've tried to learn to play the guitar three separate times, AND I CAN'T DO IT!!!

4. I have a birthmark on my left thumb over the third knuckle. It's a perfectly shaped, absolutely round circle that looks just like the full moon, which is the ruling planet of my sign, Cancer. Spooky, eh? Tattooed by my goddess?

5. I'm a Type II diabetic. I initially suffered from something called Insulin Resistance, which became full-blown diabetes over time. I'm controlled with diet, medication, and most recently, an insulin pump. This isn't a disease that only affects those who are elderly or overweight. I was diagnosed at only 32 years of age. Know the symptoms and get checked. Early detection can save your life!

6. I have 16 piercings & 3 tattoos. I'd love to get more of each but I have to be careful because of my issues with healing. All my piercings were done with a needle and all my jewelry is titanium.

7. My favorite thing to bake is apple pie. The recipe I use is one my mother gave me, which she got from her grandmother, which was brought over from Holland. It is the most fantastic apple pie in the entire world. I do the crust and filling from scratch, and even though when I make them I freeze at least one extra, it's never enough. They're always gone too quickly.

Okay!! That's it! Seven things about me - or seven wicked things. Hope I didn't disappoint too badly. I could've given a reading list or seven sex toys to buy, LOL. But this was supposed to be about me.

Thanks for including me Tali!

And cheers to all who participated!

The Crushes of Youth

My 6 year-old son has developed an intense liking for My Little Pony. Now, I don't have any kind of problem with this; it's a really cute little cartoon and the messages & values the writers manage to infuse into the characters and episodes are really kind of nice. They impart good, common sense ideals about friendship most of the time, and I'm good with that. Moreover, we have a non-traditional household, so my son wanting to watch a bunch of pretty ponies frolic around isn't all that surprising to me, or any of the other adults who live here.

However, while we were all sitting in the living room watching an episode of said cartoon the other night, my son shared how he was hopelessly in love with the character of Twilight Sparkle. He likes all the ponies; they're very nice, and very pretty. But, he informed us, when he watches Twilight, he gets a funny feeling in his tummy, and it makes him happy all over just to look at her. He wants to watch her all the time, because she's the prettiest, and the smartest, and she's a unicorn, and she does magic. And of course, we mustn't forget, she reports directly to Princess Celestia, which makes her also the most important.

I pointed out to him that the other ponies all had very good qualities, which he recognized. However he was quite adamant. None of them made him feel like Twilight Sparkle.

Now while this was going on, his two daddies sat and listened, and finally one of them came and sat next to him, and told him that the way he felt about Twilight was fine. It was a good feeling, and he understood. He felt the same way about Batman when he was my son's age. He launched into a quite detailed little story about watching the old Batman TV show, and how he had a terrific crush on Adam West as a kid, right down to needing a cape and cowl just like Batman's to sleep in at night.

My son solemnly listened to all this, looked at his dad, looked at his other dad, and said, "So that's why you spend so much time playing Arkham Asylum!"

I tried very hard not to laugh. While my partner was attempting to salvage some dignity, my son, still with the serious face, put his little hand on his dad's arm and said, "Twilight is prettier than Batman. His cape is cool, though."

Out of the mouths of babes...

LAUNCH

Wow, so after much poking and prodding from friendly authors friends (yes, MA - that means YOU) I've taken the plunge and created a blog. Hopefully my technically retarded self can handle the set-up and not blow up half of Pittsburgh and the eastern seaboard manipulating the computers. Anyway, this is the inaugural post, just my little announcement that it's here, it's queer, and it's... WICKED.