I've avoided doing one of those "100 Things About Me" lists for quite some time, but as I'm sitting here staring at a blank post template (well, it's not blank anymore since I've just written this, but whatever) and can't think of anything else to write about today, I thought I'd give it a whirl. Several bloggers have done this in installments, and I have decided to go that route as well.
Without further delay, the first 25 things about me:
1. I was born on February 17, 1976 at roughly 10:32 p.m., in Cleveland, Ohio.
2. I am an Aquarius.
3. I was born three weeks late, and I have yet to learn how to be punctual.
4. February 17, 1976 was the first and only time I have experienced the inside of a vagina.
5. As further proof that homosexuality is genetic and not a chosen lifestyle, they had to pull me through the vagina with a pair of forceps because I didn't want to take the trip voluntarily (no offense, Mom).
6. As a result, all of the pictures of me during my first few days of life show large tong impressions on my face.
7. Before I was born, my parents had a dog named Tramp who was very partial to and protective of my sister. Tramp didn't like me. He saw me as a threat to my sister's existence. That posed a problem.
8. Tramp was eventually sent to live on a farm. I'm told it was a very pretty farm, with lots of space for him to run around.
9. I was a robust infant, to say the least. So much so that people often mistook my sister and I for twins even though she is fifteen months older than me.
10. My size and my constant craving for sweets earned me the nickname Fat Matt, bestowed upon me by my maternal grandmother (you can read that story here).
11. As a child, I had a major aversion to green vegetables, something that I still struggle with to this day.
12. Because I was often told that I wouldn't get dessert until I had eaten all of my vegetables, I would chew the vegetables and store the mush in little pockets between my teeth and my cheeks so that my parents couldn't see them when they asked me to open my mouth for verification of vegetable consumption. When they discovered my ploy, it earned me the nickname Chipmunk.
13. I had other nicknames as a child. My third grade teacher called me Chicken Feet because my mother made us line our snow boots with Shake-N-Bake bags as an extra waterproofing measure.
14. In the fourth grade, I had my first leading role in a dramatic production. It was called "This Land Is Your Land" and was the Thanksgiving pageant that year.
15. I was selected by the teacher to be Narrator #1. She let me pick my own Narrator #2.
16. I picked a girl by the name of L.S. because I had a crush on her.
17. I'm not so sure if I had a crush on her or wanted to braid her hair.
18. Coincidentally, L.S. ended up being the freshman year college roommate of my friend B.J. (yes, unfortunate initials), who was one of my closest friends during high school.
19. Years later, at the end of my senior year in high school, when B.J. became one of the first people to learn that I was gay, her reaction was to tell me, "But I always thought there could be something between us. You really want to throw opportunity away?" Yes, I really did.
20. Around that same time (fourth grade-ish), my family took a road trip to Connecticut to visit friends of the family. For the road trip, my siblings and I each got to buy a Walkman and two cassettes. I chose the latest albums from The Bangles and The Jets. That was pretty gay, even back then.
21. I played t-ball when I was in first grade.
22. I played soccer for several years in elementary school.
23. I never scored a goal, not once during all those years. But I developed a lifelong appreciation for soccer shorts.
24. With the exception of one day on the junior high cross country team, I never played team sports again.
25. Unless you count group sex as a team sport.
26. But I can't talk about that here, because my mother reads this, and we've already shocked her enough by openly discussing her vagina.
(Thanks, Jere, for catching my numbering error. That just means I have one less to do!)
Posted by mak at July 7, 2004 4:39 PMhey...
1. I was also born three weeks late...also in Cleveland :)
2. all's fair in families and genitalia-speak, Momma MAK...
Can we really shock the woman who thought that wine charms were nipple rings? (Love you Mom MAK! ;o)
I can't wait til we get to the late college years...I've got some stories to tell!
Oh...didn't you know. Group sex is going to be a new Olympic Sport.
Posted by: Jenn at July 7, 2004 8:07 PMAbout Number Five
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I came into the world via cesarean section. So, then, that would make me gayer than you, right?
What a great entry! I kept reading parts of it aloud to Marc and our friend Jeff (who is here to spend time, drink with us and otherwise unwind from watching the dogs while we were away). Anyhow, thanks for the chuckles! :)
Posted by: Jess at July 7, 2004 9:04 PMI'm an aquarius too! But I was born in 46 minutes. I think they did the heimlich or something.
I'm glad group sex is going to be the next olympic sport! ... of course, judging from Roman & Greek statues, it was also the ORIGINAL olympic sport!
Posted by: M@ at July 7, 2004 10:02 PMI'd hate to see how the dismount in that sport is executed.
Posted by: Jeff at July 7, 2004 10:11 PMForceps? Been there!
When I was pulled out, the Doc bent my noes and since then I can't breath right because of it. I'm not bitter, pressing the issue now would be hardly worth it since the man is dead I think. I was a week late and is probebly the reason why I get dehydrated so quickly.
Sex, vaginas and Mom, well with me, I think it kills her that she gave birth to a gay man and his balls touch hers...even if it was just for a moment at birth....I find this rather funny.
Anyway...Brilliant.
Ciao
John
-Toronto Canada(the new land of the gay movment)
p.s. I forgot to say I'm an Aquarius, too.
AND I love Cafe Raf and the Golden Girls (wait, was that this list? Oy.)
P.S....feel free to add me to your links page.
Ciao handsome!
John
Um, you do know that "pretty farms with lots of space to run around" is a euphemism, right? I hope you're happy.
Posted by: Michael at July 8, 2004 10:25 AMHi...first time caller/long time listener...not that I'm complaining or anything, but there seems to be two #10's.
Posted by: Jere at July 8, 2004 10:42 AMFirst, I must agree with Michael about the "pretty farm". After all these years you do know that they sent my dear, sweet Tramp to the pretty farm in the sky where he can prance in the clouds????
Second, I thought I was pretty in tune with 80's music but for the life of me I can't remember who the hell the Jets are.
And lastly, you have again reminded me of another one of mothers childhood inflicted traumas that I had blocked out - Shake-n-Bake bags in the Moon Boots! Thank you!
Chickenfeet is the most interesting nickname I have ever heard in my life.
Posted by: Jalal at July 8, 2004 12:31 PM"Group sex as a team sport"
Did you get a letter in that?
Posted by: palochi at July 8, 2004 12:58 PMYou had a lot of horrible nicknames, poor baby!
Posted by: hot toddy at July 8, 2004 1:41 PMI had horrible nicknames too. A most recent one thought up by my 'brillaint' graphic designer (whom I suspect is gay but has yet to utter the declaration) is 'DutchLady'. This is not as bad as 'Udders' really... sigh... guess I shouldnt complain, huh?
Posted by: jennirhiow at July 9, 2004 2:08 AMThe Shake n Bake bags on your feet is cute. Reminds me of when mom would duct tape a Glad Bag over my head if I was playing too loudly during "Mommy's quiet time."
Posted by: Michael at July 9, 2004 1:29 PMI am only 19 months older than my younger brother, Matt!
Posted by: C at August 15, 2004 7:22 PMOMG! I know this comment is about a year late, but I did the play "This land is my Land"....I was Miss.Honeywell........I was just talking about this play the other day.
Posted by: Jen at February 8, 2005 4:28 PM