I became obsessed with Jim Morrison at the age of 8. An odd fascination which my Sesame Street watching peers could not understand. And so begins a long list of proclivities for which I was marked as quite different than my conservative, straight-laced, small-town Wisconsin upbringing would have otherwise predicted.
I was born in Montreal, Canada where my draft-dodging father met my mother. We moved to the states when Carter made his pardon. My mother never became a US citizen and I gained much childhood pleasure describing her as the "alien." A dual-citizen myself, I always have felt a strong connection to belonging to a brotherhood larger than mere country and patriotic fervor. I have always been in my heart a citizen of the world. I feel I am part of humanity, not to be defined in any useful sense by smaller categories like religion, race, nationality, sexuality...
While dabbling in deviance through writing and artistic expression, for the most part I stayed as a voyeur into all those dark places. A pretender, playing at being vampire, goth, fetishistic, etc. Truly as repressed in action as the rest of mainstream America.
But, thirty has come and gone as a watershed year. Ending my long co-dependant, emotionally bankrupting and artistically debilitating relationship once and for all. It was when I realized how stifled and unable to create I had been, that I finally saw the damage that had been done to my soul by the choices I had made. So I began to heal myself. Now, finally emerging comfortable enough in my own skin to not apologize for who I have been nor who I will be tomorrow.
I am oxymoron on good days and perhaps hypocrite on bad. A staunch pacifist who longs for the days of knights and epic battles; pro-choice, anti-death penalty; Catholic except for the whole area of human sexuality; Star Trek and Star Wars...
I welcome you all to come along for the ride and adore your comments, questions, and most valuable of all, your criticisms.
This is the strangest life I have ever known ~Jim Morrison
