Sweet Little Mysteries: Poll answers
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jawnbcThe Truth Shall Set You
And the lie was:
Played forward on his high school’s (regional champion) soccer team Me and team sports? Ha! I was a pretty good gymnast (though my high school didn’t support phag sports, and did sprints (OK) and pole vault (scary bad) in athletics. I probably could’ve played American football (fireplug build, thick neck, strong legs), were it not for my reflexive shriek and twitter when a ball flies towards my head.
Regarding the others:
He was circumcized. Twice: I got the garden variety one in-hospital a couple of days after my birth. A few years later, when I was 4 or 5, I was sitting on our brand spanking new toilet seat, when I tumbled off. Problem was my, you know, got caught on the seam of the new seat--which was rather sharp. Lots of blood, lots of screams (first mine, then Ma’s), and a trip to my pediatrician. Our poor old neighbour Mr. Frakenfield (his real name) probably never recovered from the sight of the pretty young mother across the street with a small child in blood soaked Fruit of the Looms in her arms.
It’s all fine now, in fact I suspect I might’ve got another inch out of the deal. I do get compliments about “the work” . . .
Has a European passport: Ja, ja, and American and Canadian ones too. I am an Irish citizen because Irish citizenship is guaranteed to:
+ those born in Ireland (including Ulster, a/k/a Northern Ireland)
+ those whose parent was born in Ireland
+ those whose parent was a citizen of Ireland at the time of their birth
My Da’s parents were born in Galway (Nanny) and Offaly (Pop). So Da’s automatically an Irish citizen as well. I merely had to get Nanny’s birth and marriage certificates and Da’s birth and marriage certificates (and my birth certificate), fill out some forms, give some moolah, and I have a lovely EU passport.
I can collect the dole now in Barcelona--and I might just do that someday.
Was homeless: Very briefly, but yeah. When I was 26 my wicked ways (chronic alcoholism) caught up with me. I lost my job, lover (he was a shite anyway), apartment in a matter of days. Then I got rejected for welfare. Were it not for some very good people in a fellowship in which I used to be quite active, I would have been sleeping under a bridge. It took a long time for me to get comfortable having more stuff than what fit in 2 garbage bags.
Has broken his nose, both arms, a toe, his thumb and his tail bone: Nose, unknown (before age 10); both arms falling off scooter (1999); toe running on the beach (1980?); thumb playing volleyball (1991); and tail bone rollerscating in Central Park (1988). One arm still acts up a bit; tailbone was good for years but lately has been crabby.
One of his pals killed his own sister when he and jawnbc were 14 years old: Sadly, yeah. One of the guys in our crowd was a tubby, sweet awkward guy. His older sister apparently teased him mercilessly. One day when she started in on him, he bashed her head in with an axe. Sadly she was getting married the following week. Totally destroyed the family (of course) and shocked all of us; unlike a lot of the guys we hung with, Rob was a gentle giant. Most folks think it had something to do with his penchant for LSD (most of us stuck with alcohol and weed, though cocaine entered the mix later one).
Was a member of MuAlphaTheta (Mathematics Honour Society): Actually I was the chapter President! I used to do integrals for fun, and still use the Fibonacci series as a sort of meditative chant. Call me geeky, numbers are my friend.
Lost his virginity in the Museum of Natural History in NYC: Totally true, I was 14 and I was totally up for it. I’ll save the story for later (I think I’ve blogged about it before mebbe?).
Has (or has had) 4 ear piercings, a PA and a nipple ring: Yup, though the PA is the only “active” one--and I rarely put that in. I started late, with one ear at 27, then another, ending up with 2 in each ear. I got my nipple pierced but it never healed properly and I took it out after a year. The PA has been the nicest thing I’ve done for my penis since learning to rub it. I heartily recommend it. Order yours now!
His favourite song is “O Holy Night/minuit chrétien”: Unless it’s sung quite badly, always gives me chills. Often makes me weep. Because of the tune, not the words. Perhaps in spite of them?
And the one most folks picked . . .
Was a convicted sex offender: When I was 19 I was caught in a police sting at a notorious gay cruising area. In fact I was entrapped and wasn’t doing anything. The cops lied to me and said if I paid a $50 fine by mail, I’d have no record. In fact I became a convicted sex criminal (public lewdness). I completely forgot the incident until I tried to emigrate to Canada, when it popped up. Thankfully Canadian law thinks these sorts of statutes are pathetic, and they let me in. Strangely, when I went to get my final police clearance for Canadian citizenship, it had dropped off my record--perhaps because I was “a minor” at the time (under 21 is a minor in US federal law).
And the lie was:
Played forward on his high school’s (regional champion) soccer team Me and team sports? Ha! I was a pretty good gymnast (though my high school didn’t support phag sports, and did sprints (OK) and pole vault (scary bad) in athletics. I probably could’ve played American football (fireplug build, thick neck, strong legs), were it not for my reflexive shriek and twitter when a ball flies towards my head.
Regarding the others:
He was circumcized. Twice: I got the garden variety one in-hospital a couple of days after my birth. A few years later, when I was 4 or 5, I was sitting on our brand spanking new toilet seat, when I tumbled off. Problem was my, you know, got caught on the seam of the new seat--which was rather sharp. Lots of blood, lots of screams (first mine, then Ma’s), and a trip to my pediatrician. Our poor old neighbour Mr. Frakenfield (his real name) probably never recovered from the sight of the pretty young mother across the street with a small child in blood soaked Fruit of the Looms in her arms.
It’s all fine now, in fact I suspect I might’ve got another inch out of the deal. I do get compliments about “the work” . . .
Has a European passport: Ja, ja, and American and Canadian ones too. I am an Irish citizen because Irish citizenship is guaranteed to:
+ those born in Ireland (including Ulster, a/k/a Northern Ireland)
+ those whose parent was born in Ireland
+ those whose parent was a citizen of Ireland at the time of their birth
My Da’s parents were born in Galway (Nanny) and Offaly (Pop). So Da’s automatically an Irish citizen as well. I merely had to get Nanny’s birth and marriage certificates and Da’s birth and marriage certificates (and my birth certificate), fill out some forms, give some moolah, and I have a lovely EU passport.
I can collect the dole now in Barcelona--and I might just do that someday.
Was homeless: Very briefly, but yeah. When I was 26 my wicked ways (chronic alcoholism) caught up with me. I lost my job, lover (he was a shite anyway), apartment in a matter of days. Then I got rejected for welfare. Were it not for some very good people in a fellowship in which I used to be quite active, I would have been sleeping under a bridge. It took a long time for me to get comfortable having more stuff than what fit in 2 garbage bags.
Has broken his nose, both arms, a toe, his thumb and his tail bone: Nose, unknown (before age 10); both arms falling off scooter (1999); toe running on the beach (1980?); thumb playing volleyball (1991); and tail bone rollerscating in Central Park (1988). One arm still acts up a bit; tailbone was good for years but lately has been crabby.
One of his pals killed his own sister when he and jawnbc were 14 years old: Sadly, yeah. One of the guys in our crowd was a tubby, sweet awkward guy. His older sister apparently teased him mercilessly. One day when she started in on him, he bashed her head in with an axe. Sadly she was getting married the following week. Totally destroyed the family (of course) and shocked all of us; unlike a lot of the guys we hung with, Rob was a gentle giant. Most folks think it had something to do with his penchant for LSD (most of us stuck with alcohol and weed, though cocaine entered the mix later one).
Was a member of MuAlphaTheta (Mathematics Honour Society): Actually I was the chapter President! I used to do integrals for fun, and still use the Fibonacci series as a sort of meditative chant. Call me geeky, numbers are my friend.
Lost his virginity in the Museum of Natural History in NYC: Totally true, I was 14 and I was totally up for it. I’ll save the story for later (I think I’ve blogged about it before mebbe?).
Has (or has had) 4 ear piercings, a PA and a nipple ring: Yup, though the PA is the only “active” one--and I rarely put that in. I started late, with one ear at 27, then another, ending up with 2 in each ear. I got my nipple pierced but it never healed properly and I took it out after a year. The PA has been the nicest thing I’ve done for my penis since learning to rub it. I heartily recommend it. Order yours now!
His favourite song is “O Holy Night/minuit chrétien”: Unless it’s sung quite badly, always gives me chills. Often makes me weep. Because of the tune, not the words. Perhaps in spite of them?
And the one most folks picked . . .
Was a convicted sex offender: When I was 19 I was caught in a police sting at a notorious gay cruising area. In fact I was entrapped and wasn’t doing anything. The cops lied to me and said if I paid a $50 fine by mail, I’d have no record. In fact I became a convicted sex criminal (public lewdness). I completely forgot the incident until I tried to emigrate to Canada, when it popped up. Thankfully Canadian law thinks these sorts of statutes are pathetic, and they let me in. Strangely, when I went to get my final police clearance for Canadian citizenship, it had dropped off my record--perhaps because I was “a minor” at the time (under 21 is a minor in US federal law).
