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| Welcome to my world, as the title suggests it is bad but, as I love the world, I would like to share my life.I plan to start with a readers digest version of my life and then continue to update from time to time. Please, check on me,from time to time, it makes me happy. Chapter one This is my life to the best of my recollection. My Mom looked like Mary Tyler Moore, and my Dad looked like Buddy Holly. Apparently they met in the turmoltuous mid sixties, near the University of Utah in Salt Lake City. Well, that pretty much dates me. I don't think they had an extended courtship, things moved pretty quickly. My Dad was a spoiled party boy, from a small southern Utah town name of Richfield. Greg was the treasurer of his fraternity. His family was one of the richest for three town ships. My grandfather, Morris Adolf Nielson was the president of the only bank around in a farm community, as well as a farm owner himself. His decisions made or broke farmers. My dad was a geeky hellion, the type of guy that built cars on top of buildings for fun, or rewired the drive-in so that he could hear the movie from his roof. Greg's best friend was named John Winn and they were all about the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees. When he met my mom he thought she was a rich stewardess, probably because she dresses so well. My mom, Claudia, or "Ruffles", (Oh, is that what they call them), was from a poorer family in S.L.C. Her dad, Russel Smith, sold shoes at the department store and Granma Kathryne took care of all four kids with one arm (f-d up candy striper story) and the help of my Great Grandmother, Jessie Adamson. Mom was a bit of a beautiful hippy then, or a mod rather, whatever they called the folk singers back then. If it weren't for me she may have been in the next Peter, Paul and Claudia. Well, he knocked her up around Valentine's Day the year of Our Lord, 1966. Grandpa Morris cut Greg off, financially. My parents took proof the the draft board that I was on the way (saved his life, I did) and my father became a serious and important professor of Mathematics/ (later) Computer Science. He discovered the mathematical equation for The Spline. The Spline allows us to view 2D as 3D by making curves on a computer screen, not just dot to dot. Graphics man, graphics. Mom took care of me. I have often said that because I can not remember never being alive I can not ever die. Not to me. Sounds like I am excluding any idea of an after-life. However, I do have a vague recollection of a before-life. I seemed to be at the end of a line, totally clueless to what was going on. There was an offer. "It won't be easy, they are not compatable, there will be a lot of hardships." What? An offer for me, it's on. I just jumped, Mom and Dad, here I come. Behind me I heard "Wait, you forgot..." Guess I will never know what I forgot, an instruction manual, perhaps. If you have ever seen the movie Erasure Head then you could understand my parents pure fear. That is the kind of screwed up looking baby thing that they got. I was, of course a little cuter than the giant sperm looking thing in the movie, but not by much. Completely bald, my Mom had her work cut out for her. She would glue cute little pink bows to my conehead and still be met with coos of "Oh, what a cute little boy." My gender was a complete mystery to me until I my Dad mentioned when I was about seven years old that when I had children my ridiculously small hips would spread. That totally did not explain why I was allowed to practice shaving my face with my Dad in the bathroom mirror. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be able to have children, like Mom did. I still wonder if they just never told me but I was a hermaphrodite at birth and they had to choose. A little nip here, a tuck there. I went as a guy for Halloween, once, it was comfortable. I would be good at it, not that I do not enjoy the experience of being a woman. I love the curse of being a woman, so many more options. I am good at this too. Don't get confused, I like guys, mostly. Men are truly a wonderment to me. I have always loved men. Mom would lose me in the grocery store, all of the time. After a while she just stopped worrying. After all, it is her great personabilty that I inherited that drew me to others. She would always find me at the door of the store with a happy, kindly old man, just whiling away the time, safe. Relating to older folks is probably natural to babies, to children, both closer to the before-life than all the other livers. Once we each begin talking, however, that is when the lines blur and we start to concentrate on this time, this place. We begin to forget any other languages we may have known. May have. |
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