Wandering around your parent’s house you start to notice your footprint left behind. As I looked at the pictures on the walls of my Dad’s house I started to think about the people that have seen me staring back at them. What did they think? Well, here’s a photo from my Father’s fireplace mantle:
Google, The Hoist.
I started to realize that everyone who is invited to look at these pictures tucked in next to four sisters worth of wedding photos will get a clear idea of who I am. Like the year I instead on only wearing turtlenecks…
Or Mickey ears…
That I would sit with my ankles crossed with perfect posture…
Or spent the entire 1980s in really, really short shorts…
I guess it’s true; we are made up of a bunch of moments. Mine just happen to be gayer than most. Really gay moments.
Google, The Hoist.
I started to realize that everyone who is invited to look at these pictures tucked in next to four sisters worth of wedding photos will get a clear idea of who I am. Like the year I instead on only wearing turtlenecks…
Or Mickey ears…
That I would sit with my ankles crossed with perfect posture…
Or spent the entire 1980s in really, really short shorts…
I guess it’s true; we are made up of a bunch of moments. Mine just happen to be gayer than most. Really gay moments.
Fantastic moments.
ReplyDeleteThey are you.
Our moments are the most precious possessions we have.
Please don't tell me you've outgrown short shorts.
ReplyDeleteREALLY gay ones.
ReplyDeleteIf you'd only worn the Mickey ears, the short shorts and crossed your legs like that, you'd be uber-gay. :)
...but cute.
BAH HAH HAH!
ReplyDeleteYou need to post the one sitting on the fence on the "Born This Way" blog.
ReplyDeleteThe 80's were all about the short shorts, trust me.
ReplyDeleteLove the short shorts!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bruce
ReplyDeleteThe Hoist... awesome. I wonder if any of your dad's innocent Mormon friends ever went to Google with that inquiry?
ReplyDeleteLordy, I'm having trouble getting past the top photo. WOOF!
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