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An Unspectacular Life
| "An Unspectacular life", is an autobiographical telling of my life as a small town gay teenager in the early eighties. My heroes and role models were Boy George and the rest of the pop stars who emerged from the second British music evasion. It is still only a draft but I decided to post the story as a serial to create a momentum that would see me through writing it until it's conclusion. |
In 1978, my parents owned a small corner store...
I was an outcast at high school but when I returned
on the Monday...
on the Monday...
It was January and I was seventeen...
Despite the attempt to save their relationship...
My experimentation with personal style...
Laurie had moved in with Mel leaving John and
I alone...
I alone...
I found a room for rent through the newspaper...
I wasn't ready for Kevin's quick departure,
literally...
literally...
Without Kevin to worry about, I danced until
the club closed...
the club closed...
I was instantly alert, almost entirely forgetting
the romantic Boy George...
the romantic Boy George...
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There were two movies that influenced my young
perception of what life could possibly be. Both were
musicals...
perception of what life could possibly be. Both were
musicals...
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Lily, my landlady and geriatric room-mate, was
rarely at home. She had a boyfriend, Sam, who was a
cross between Mr. Maggoo and Popey the Sailor...
rarely at home. She had a boyfriend, Sam, who was a
cross between Mr. Maggoo and Popey the Sailor...
There were eight. All perfectly spaced on the top
shelf. All blonde, combed or teased or sprayed and
hugging white faceless Styrofoam forms. I had never
ever tried on a wig before but without hesitation or
thought, I reached up and, with the kind of
reverence and respect I've only seen priests show...
shelf. All blonde, combed or teased or sprayed and
hugging white faceless Styrofoam forms. I had never
ever tried on a wig before but without hesitation or
thought, I reached up and, with the kind of
reverence and respect I've only seen priests show...
Of all of my albums, only one was suitable for a
drag doll cat walk. This wasn’t a job for The Cure
or Depeche Mode or New Order. Souxie and the
Banshees wouldn’t do neither would Soft Cell, Tin
Tin, Blancmange, ABC, Kate Bush or even the
Flashdance soundtrack. Only one singer could deliver
the goods...
drag doll cat walk. This wasn’t a job for The Cure
or Depeche Mode or New Order. Souxie and the
Banshees wouldn’t do neither would Soft Cell, Tin
Tin, Blancmange, ABC, Kate Bush or even the
Flashdance soundtrack. Only one singer could deliver
the goods...