All I wanted Santa to bring me for Christmas was an Incredible Hulk doll and a Wonder Woman costume. I wasn't aware Wonder Woman's ensemble had a version with pants - but Santa apparently took pains to find it.
I wish I had the photo of my dad sitting on the couch opposite me, as he had this really concerned look, complete with a grimace. He and mom obviously loved me, though, as there are many more incriminating photos (this one's more flattering than the one of me in a long yellow scarf and cowboy boots).
Ten or more years ago, I'd cringe at this pic; but now all I can think of is,
'Wow -- I'm pretty dang lucky to have my mom and dad.'
I've pretty much always known I was different than all the other kids at school and church, even before I ever knew what gay was - at least outside of The Flintstones' 'we'll have a gay ol' time' reference. I wrestled with my sexual identity and denied it for years, up until some straight friends bought me a lap dance in my 20's, and all I could think of was, 'Lord, I hope her body oil doesn't clog my pores.' That's when I knew.
Ricky Schroeder ("Silver Spoons")