My name is Bobby, I live in San Francisco, CA. I work at a gay bar, but im straight, I also work for a political campaign, im from Boston MA. I hang out with the best people in the world at a Hostel. And this is the beginning of my life, so we can catch up before you read the stuff ill write later... If i get to it...
Well, seeing as this is apparently the new thing, I'm going to give it a try. This Blogging world, its all rather foreign to me. Yet here I sit, tapping away at my keys here at Starbucks in San Frizzle, CA. The corner of Powell and O'Farrell is an odd one, bringing people from all over the world, all of them have different stories, different lives, interests, tastes, fetishes, orientations, fuck... everything is different, even the things we often perceive as the same, or similar.
OK that made no sense, I suppose I'll treat this as a first date, here is my life story, so you can know where I'm coming from in future posts (rather presumptuous of me thinking that you will either A: read this at all and or B: Read any further posts)
Well I suppose it all started when My mom, we can call her Lovely for privacy purposes, and my Father we can call him Sperm Doner for privacy purposes, and for length purposes we can call him Dr. SD.
My family has a certain amount of privilege, or we did I guess. There were oil barons, trucking magnates, royalty back when, all sorts of old money that sort of filtered through greedy hands, until we became an upper middle class working family.
Anyway, my Father was a Military man The Marine Corps to be exact, he was also an MD. That's enough about him.
My mother grew up in Connecticut, she lived a happy life with her older twin sisters (did I mention twin girls seem to run pretty regular in my family, ((each generation has at least two sets...)) yikes) She went to Boston University where she met my father, It was a whirlwind love affair for a 22 year old man and an 18 year old girl... They got married young, Dr. SD impregnated here, and here I was..
This is where it starts....
I was brought kicking and screaming into the world via C-Section (due to the fact i was 9lbs 10 ounces 21 inches, momma killing size basically) At 12:52 PM on March 8th 1983 in Mass General Hospital in Boston MA. I think the fact that I was a C-Section baby might be why I never really experienced that TRUE connection with my mother, its always foreign to me when people actually miss parents. I go a week without talking to my Mom before she will call me.... Is that evil? Perhaps im just dead inside, fuck it. Moving on, where was I , ah yes. I have very little memory of this time in my life, little flashes of happiness, and what not. Like watching top gun with my dad, how he explained his time behind the stick (his words not mine, homo-erotic slightly? Possibly... he was a marine... not that I have anything against marines...)
Interrupting myself for a moment, starbucks may not be the best place to blog, there were high school girls high fiving each other so loudly i looked up from my headphoned world of solitude to have them ask me "do you go to mercy?" to which I replied "I know not the meaning or the reason for mercy" and they promptly left me be. Anyway, this is what im blogging in....
Sorry for the multitude of asses, but its like a concert in here...
Anyway, skip forward to what I remember, Elementary school, Jamaica Plains Elementary Education For Young Persons..... A fancy schmancy school for supposedly smart kids... or at least thats what they told me...
My mother was under the impression I had ADHD, which in my time was extremely common. It seemed if a kid had energy, they just threw ritalin at it.... And then watched and laughed as the child wasted away to a lump.. So needless to say I was shorter than most of my classmates. So here I was, a Kid who LOVED to read, i mean i was on a 12 grade reading level in second grade.... Other kids were reading "goodnight moon" and i was reading "rosebud", needless to say, I was picked on.... The earliest bully I remember was Charlie, a taller freckled ginger kid (red hair) who would just pick on me every damn day, he would rearrange letters in my last name to come up with wickedly clever nicknames for me that were less than desirable. So I had to endure this on a daily basis, he never took my lunch money or anything, but it was all psychologial torture, which is just as bad in my opinion. So one day there was this english teacher (her name escapes me okey) Who took an especially kind favor towards me, see I was an exceptional student, I was always attentive I did very well in her class, and I just behaved (i was so fucked up on ritalin, i didnt do anything remember? Thank you pharmecuticals)So we were reading a book about jockeys, and Ill never forget her asking the class who would be the best jockey in the room and everyone said "Well charlie, hes the biggest and hes really good at sports", and Charlie just got this insanely smug grin on his face, to which he replied "Im the best on my little league, i could try that!"... So im sinking pretty low in my seat at this time reading ahead... and the teacher says "well actually class Bobby would...."
Laughter... Lots of it
"no no, see Jockey's are supposed to be small and Light, that way the horse can win, if Charlie were to become a Jockey he would probably lose every single race" She went on..
Utter silence.... Blank stares that gravitated from the teacher to me...
I was doomed....So you can imagine how the name calling involved references to Jockey underware.... It was horrid...
So skipping some more, ill tell you a little more then save some for later...
Here we are in 4th grade now, and someone decides im special... Wonderful...
Im sitting in my class on a early morning one day in school, towards the middle of the year, and my teacher calls me to the front asking me to see another teacher for Gifted testing....
So I go... I arrange some blocks, read some comprehension questions, do some math. And apparently i scored off the charts... So now not only am I a social outcast, but im moved away from the few friends I have into all Advanced Learning classes, basically middle school for elementary schoolers. The dorks... And keep in mind Im still a slightly athletic kid at this point, Im in Tae Kwon Do, Soccer, and Little League. So now im a social outcast with the dorks... Awesome. I spent my last two years of elementary school hearing kids talk about the dynamic social relationships between power rangers.... literally that conversation happened...
Ive just noticed the abundance of periods in my blog... How do you bloggers do this, I suppose this is all just flowing randomly, I dont see how I could do this every day though...
Signing off from San Fransizzle, its fucking hot today...
Thank you
Bobby
