|"But Mooooother! I didn't want a Beatles haircut!|
I told you I wanted it feathered! Like Jill Munroe!"
This was always made even clearer to me, when I'd demand my friends play games with me, revolving around meticulously memorized plots of Charlie's Angels or Wonder Woman episodes.
I spent most of my childhood imagining myself as Jill Munroe, or fantasized to kiss Andy Gibb while staring at him on the cover of his "Shadow Dancing" record.
For me, that felt entirely "normal." And, it still feels that way.
For example, that Mona Lisa smile I'm sporting in the above photo? It's likely due to the fact that, stuck down my shorts and out of the frame, was a toy .38 Special "pop gun" that my mother had bought for me. And which I always carried when I played being an Angel.
I just discovered your blog today, and I absolutely love that you came up with this project. It's such an important thing for younger gay people to see, and to read. You're awesome.