disclose 43 random THINGS about myself

I dislike my photo being taken.
Im kind of ok if Im caught off guard or busy doing something.
You know, like an action shot ! LoL
But standing there waiting for a photo to be taken
makes me cringe. Im so uncomfortable. I avoid those
situations as best I can.
It also does’nt help that Im completly unphotogenic.
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I can do the splits.
Ive been able to do them from being young.
I was obsessed with Olga Korbut & Nadia Comaneci and did my B.A.G.A awards at school.
I drove my dad completly nuts watching tv in the head-stand ? !
I have been known to ‘do’ them now after too
much red wine & lots of ” no you can’t” comments !
(Im not particularly proud of those moments ! LoL)
Its not a skill that is very useful : )
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I have short grey hair.
Not ” I have some grey hair ” but all of it, Im totally silver grey.
Both my parents & many extended family members were grey very early, so Ive followed on.
I have been totally grey since the age of 30 & have never dyed it.
I have had the most outrageous comments from total strangers about my hair colour !
For some reason it can really ‘bother’ people & I often get stare’s !
For myself, I love my hair, always have.
I am happy with it : )
I could’nt imagine years of colouring it, the damage it would have done.
I do not understand the horror of finding a grey hair, age is relative, right ?
The only consession I did make was to get a very short cut.
I wore my hair long up until my late teens. With the advancement of the colour I decided to get it cropped as I did’nt want ‘long’ grey hair.
I will if Im lucky enough to reach a grand old age have it long then. I rather fancy myself with it in a granny bun, like Mrs. Pepperpot !

(Ok, I ‘may’ upset some of you now, so skip this entry !).

I am PASSIONATE in my hatred of artifical flowers !
My metal is often put to the test on this.
I have bitten my tongue on many occasions in friends, relatives, aquaintances homes not to offend.
I mutter & curse at them under my breath, they are everywhere ! Shopping centers, cemetaries, cafes, offices blah, blah, blah !
I really dont care how “real” they look.
They are not.
I find them ugly, hideous & vulgar.
I have NEVER mistaken them for the real deal.
Give me weeds, grass, twigs, pebbles, barren soil or sand.
Never give me artificial flowers.

ok, rant over : )

In the early 90’s I volunteered for ‘Rubberstuffers’. A HIV health inititive for gay men.
Twice a week I would ‘stuff’ condoms, lube & sexual health info into small packs to be circulated in bars, clubs etc. I worked alongside some really fantastic people, we had a blast in that tiny office in Kings Cross.
I lost a lot of friends back then.
We were all politically active, demos, marches, lobbying etc but packing those condoms I did to help myself as much as anything.
Every one I packed could keep someone healthy.
It was a practical way to help, sure, but it psychologically kept me from going under. Those days kept me fighting, the other volunteers kept me strong.
I learn’t a lot more about ‘family’ ,community, love & friendship, lessons I will always hold true to my heart.

For 12 + years I was a vegetarian.
However that all changed at 4 months pregnant I craved meat like a rampant carnivore !
I became duplicitous, the local bakers was my local haunt, bacon rolls my quest !
I managed to hide this behavior for 3 weeks before I came clean to my husband ! How he laughed : )
The rest of my pregnacy was a regular meat fest !
Mia Farrow in had nothing on me !!
After my son was born the cravings went , but Im still guilty of being unable to give up the occasional bacon roll.
Oh hum!

Homer Simpson & I had a lot in common in those days!

“Homer: I’ll have the smiley face breakfast special. Uhh, but could you add a bacon nose? Plus bacon hair, bacon mustache, five o’clock shadow made of bacon bits and a bacon body.
Waitress: How about I just shove a pig down your throat?
(Homer looks excited)
Waitress: I was kidding.
Homer: Fine, but the bacon man lives in a bacon house!
Waitress: No he doesn’t! “

My favorite flower scent is the rose.
As a child I made my own rose ‘perfume’, various crushed rose petals in jam jars fermenting away !
I must have been quite succesful however as the only time I have ever been stung by a bee, I was wearing my own ‘rose perfume’ !
...Now I stick to wearing Marc Jacob’s ‘Rain’ : )

If I ‘need’ to cry & just really let go, I retreat to have a hot bath, It purges & renews. I always feel it helps me cope, I cannot hide from my true feelings in a hot bath, it always finds me out.
I have done this for the longest time, when I was 20 I read ‘The Bell Jar’, and this passage leapt from the page, it says it all.

” There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.”

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I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath.”

Im 43years old.
I like my age, it suits me …..in a non conformist, outsider kinda way.
: )
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