Basil Blue's History
I want to satisfy your curiosities, be they wholesome or whorish, but only while remaining anonymous; a struggle is ensuing between my flasher-in-a-raincoat and my anonymous, web-donor self, and this site is the outcome.
In 1975 I graced our planet with my birth, causing upheaval in my twenty-year-old mother's life. I was one of the many babies who start off as an eye irritation and sweetly, painfully grow into an apple. While I quickly became the apple of my mother's eye, my father was still smarting from my uninvited, though angelic, intrusion. Their marriage began shortly before my first birthday, and ended well before my third. Contact with my biological father ended within several years of their divorce.
When I was four my mother married the man I called "Dad" for most of my life. After years of fights between my mother and father, and between my father and me, my parents separated and ultimately divorced.
My childhood included the benevolent ice cream lady, and eating yellow-flowered sourgrass pissed on by dogs - or so the neighbor kids always teased, and lots of puppies and kittens and birds and hamsters and mice and rats and rabbits and goats and horses and a pony and snakes and lizards and frogs and praying mantises and other such assortments of creepy-crawly wildlife.
So between the constant fights, the occasional emotional and physical abuse, my pets, and the plays I performed in, I had an interesting life. (Didn't we all?)
My first year in high school I did what all those self-help books warn about: Recreated my abusive childhood in my own romantic endeavor, but with the addition of sex - an addictive combination. I was with my lover two years, and returned to him when I was between boyfriends.
My second "real boyfriend" was in many ways better than the first; he never hit me. He did, however, cheat on me once (with a mutual friend - ouch!) and leave me for a life of drugs and crime when I got pregnant. I was two months shy of eighteen.
I graduated from high school and hitched my little bun - still in the oven - to a community college.
The next 2 1/2 years I spent rearing my baby, going to school part-time, writing on the school newspaper, dating several women, getting engaged (not to my baby's father, to someone else), breaking the engagement, getting engaged (to another someone else), winning scholarships, and transferring to the University of California at Berkeley. (My other college choice was Humboldt State University; it was a difficult decision - I love the redwoods!)
I am now married to an honest, wonderful man (who is less than pleased by my sexual orientation), and I'm attending UCB. Yes, I'm nearly a happy little schoolgirl again, except today I scribble something different in my notebooks:
2gether 4 ever: Basil Blue + Student Loan Debt
Ain't that just the way it goes?
Okay, okay, okay...for those of you who've been patiently scanning all this in search of the real low-down, here goes:
height: 5'2"
weight: .05 ounces (plus 110 lbs. if you count my earthly body)
build: small-boned and somewhat curvy
hair: brunette, to the bottom of my shoulder blades, soft curls and waves
eyes: brown
skin: the rich color you get when you mix African-American, Yugoslavian, Irish, American Indian, French, and Scottish.
Any questions?
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