Now that I'm in the new place, free and clear of the Terror of Bushwick, I've been unpacking boxes and generally tidying up my living space.
In the rush to remove the last of my stuff from the old place, I came across a box of family photos that... well, how do we put this? Reveal me for the geek I am?
Yes, my friends, I was a serious little dork when I was growing up. A pretty serious geek.
But you know what? I was kinda a cute dork! I never realized it before; you know that I'm not one who's that quick to compliment himself, but I was a cute little devil.
Of course, there're exceptions to every rule. In this one I look like a baby from one of those crazy Christian Childrens Fund commercial. I look like I'm about to be a victim of malnutrition. Only one that's starving to death while having christmas presents heaped on him.
The thing I don't understand, of course, is how my family could ever see this picture and not instantly know that I was gay. I mean, really? Footie pajama tights? And the way those legs are crossed?
I'm just saying.
In the rush to remove the last of my stuff from the old place, I came across a box of family photos that... well, how do we put this? Reveal me for the geek I am?
Yes, my friends, I was a serious little dork when I was growing up. A pretty serious geek.But you know what? I was kinda a cute dork! I never realized it before; you know that I'm not one who's that quick to compliment himself, but I was a cute little devil.Of course, there're exceptions to every rule. In this one I look like a baby from one of those crazy Christian Childrens Fund commercial. I look like I'm about to be a victim of malnutrition. Only one that's starving to death while having christmas presents heaped on him.The thing I don't understand, of course, is how my family could ever see this picture and not instantly know that I was gay. I mean, really? Footie pajama tights? And the way those legs are crossed?I'm just saying.
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