....you know the song....Oh whoa is me...If he just got paid, he could pay for the company of someone to talk to. In my case, I am lonely, broke, depressed, bored and asking "where is my life". I guess this is as good a place as any to start a blog so.....here it goes.
There is nothing really remarkable about me. I'm 44 years old, have an average look, in shape but not a body nazi, short mousy brown hair that has just grown back in after chemo and radiation therapy. I am of slightly above average intelligence. I have an MFA in directing which, in my experience, speaks to nothing but my determination and ability to play the "game". I had what I consider to be an average midwestern, WASP, American childhood complete with domestic conflict, emotional abuse and the parentally infused fear that we would be social outcasts if people actually knew that we were not the Brady Bunch. There was a reason that I was confused by "Father Knows Best" but had a full understanding familiarity with "Ordinary People" at age 11. Growing up gay and not knowing it isn't easy anywhere and Papillion, Nebraska was no different.
Look, everything we go through in our lives makes us who we are. It is impossible to fully understand a person's emotions or behavior within being in their shoes from the first step. Far be it from me to judge anyone or their actions. Anything I write in this blog is meant for no purpose but to express my opinions and share my experiences as I have seen them. They are not meant to offend (though they may) or chastise. If they do, I apologize now. So anyway, don't I seem like a good guy? SO WHY AM I ALONE IN A CITY OF 8,000,000 PEOPLE ON A SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!??
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