Chris Salvatore (born May 22, 1985) is an openly homosexual American actor, singer-songwriter, model, and gay-rights activist.He is currently sitting at #41 on AfterElton's top 50 gay celebrities.
Salvatore's love of singing and acting has always been strong. Even as he grew up in the small town of Richboro, Pennsylvania, 12-year-old Chris spent his days singing, acting, and even forcing his parents to watch the silly performances he and his sister put on in their home.
By the time he was 15, young Chris had already written his first song. After completion of his high school education, Salvatore began his career in 2005 during his attendance at Berklee College of Music - Boston, MA. There, he studied vocal performance and soon began recording songs.
As of today, his songs have been featured on MTV's show Paris Hilton's My New BFF and in the movie credits of Eating Out 3: All You Can Eat.Chris Salvatore is most well known musically for his single, "Dirty Love" (released in 2010) After some time at Berkley, Salvatore decided to move to New York, NY in 2006 to try his hand at acting. Once there, Chris enrolled in The New York Conservatory for Dramatic Arts and realized his talent and love for film. Once Salvatore had completed his schooling and begun preparing for the big leagues in Los Angeles, CA, he was contacted by a casting director for Q. Allan Brocka's latest movie at the time: Eating Out 3: All You Can Eat. Within just one week, Salvatore landed the role as "Zack" in the series and moved to California. The series was later extended to include two others. More recently, Chris Salvatore has been uploading short musical covers of songs he and his fans like to his YouTube channel. (Which currently has over 7,000 subscribers) In addition to song covers, Chris spends his time evangelizing equality in the LGBT community. Some of his videos include messages for the It Gets Better Campaign while others are simply kind and uplifting messages of hope.
Brendon Josef Villegas (b. July 2, 1980), 31, is a high school swim coach from Riverside, California. He later revealed to the houseguests that he also has a Master's Degree in Physics and is now working on his Ph.D in the same field. He was also in a showmance with fellow houseguest Rachel and they are now engaged to be married. . . He describes himself as “fun, driven and intelligible” and enjoys “running, basketball, swimming and cycling.” The most difficult part of living in the Big Brother house for Brendon is the lack of privacy and he hates mean-spirited people.
Sakis, is a Greek musician, television and film artist, businessman, and former pole vaulter who is one of the most successful and influential entertainers of all time in Greece and Cyprus.
Beginning a career as a member of the national athletics team, Rouvas commenced a musical career in 1991 and became one of Greece's first pop performers; widely recognized as the genre's main performers to this day, he is credited with breaking cultural and generational barriers and aiding in the popularization of Western music genres in Greece and Cyprus.
In the early 1990s after winning the Thessaloniki Song Festival, Rouvas became a dominant figure in Greek entertainment, gaining a mass fanbase and being cited as a phenomenon. His sexualizedimage and live performances utilizing complex choreography and costumes have earned him notoriety. He and manager Elias Psinakis formed a famous partnership in Greek show business. Rouvas' increasing popularity was coupled with criticism of both professional choices and personal struggles, which damaged his public image and lead to a brief, relatively unsuccessful period in the mid 90s. After five commercially successful albums with PolyGram Greece, Rouvas signed with Minos EMI in 1998. Having been a notable artist in the Balkans for years, Rouvas embarked on multiple projects abroad and represented his country in the Eurovision Song Contest in 2004 and 2009 and co-presented the 2006 contest, while also venturing into film and television.
Rouvas has contributed to several philanthropic organizations and his influence went beyond the arts as he became nationalized into a cultural icon. He is the most commercially successful entertainer in Greece, having expanded his empire more than any other celebrity. Amongst Rouvas' other achievements include multiple recognized awards –including six Arion Music Awards, 12 MAD Video Music Awards —more than any other male artist—, an MTV Europe Music Award, and a World Music Award– number-one albums and singles that have all achieved certifications of gold or higher, and sales of an estimated two million records as of 2008, making him one of Greece's best-selling music artists in history. Rouvas' distinct musical and performance style has influenced other artists, while his contributions to music have made him a prominent part of popular culture for nearly two decades. In 2009, Down Town named him "Entertainer of the Decade", while in 2010 Forbes listed him as the third most powerful and influential celebrity in Greece and top ranked singer.
"Black or White" was written, composed and produced by Michael Jackson and Bill Bottrell, and was picked as the first single from the album Dangerous.
The song has elements of dance, rap and hard rock music such as Bill Bottrell's guitars and Jackson's vocal style.
The song's main riff is often falsely attributed to Guns N' Roses guitarist Slash, which he denied during an interview in 2010 in which he added that the riff was 'gay'. This may have been due to Slash's guitar work being featured in the opening skit for the song's track on the album.
A week later it shot up to number three and on its third week, December 7, 1991, it ascended to number one, making it the fastest chart topper since the Beatles' "Get Back" also won the Hot 100 in just three weeks in 1969.
Lekkas has been the face for at least three fragrance campaigns in the past six years of his career: Bvlgari, Max Factor and Ungaro Man.
Lekkas is currently represented by at least 17 modelling agencies, including Fashion Model Management (Milan), MGM Models (Paris), DNA Models (New York City), Next Models (London), and View Management (Barcelona).
During the Middle Ages, only the unfortunate (most often the damned) were usually shown naked, although the depictions were then often rather explicit.
Adam and Eve were often shown wearing fig or other leaves, following the Biblical description. This was especially a feature of Northern Renaissance art.
From about 1530, the developing reaction to Renaissance freedoms and excesses that led to the Council of Trent also led to a number of artworks, especially in churches or public places, being altered to reduce the amount of nudity on display.
Often, as in the famous case of Michelangelo's The Last Judgement, drapery or extra branches from any nearby bush was used. For free-standing statues this did not work well, and carved or cast fig leaves were sometimes added, such as with the plaster copy of Michelangelo's David displayed in Victorian eraLondon.
Eugen Sandow, often considered the first modern-day bodybuilder, was an admirer of the human physique, and in addition to strongman sideshows, he performed "muscle displays" by posing in the nude — save for a fig leaf that he would don in imitation of statues he had seen in Italy as a boy.
The expression fig leaf has a pejorativemetaphorical sense meaning a cover for any thing or behaviour that might be considered shameful, with the implication that the cover is only a token gesture and the truth is obvious to all who choose to see it.
In the context of negotiation, an offer might be characterized as a "fig leaf" if that offer is actually a ploy to conceal a sinister plan.
River was born in Ibiza to a Spanish father and a Finnish mother. River's mother, Riitta Viiperi, was also a model. She saw potential in him and eventually introduced him to the world of modeling. It was not hard to convince him since he hated school, though his parents insisted he keep studying, at least until high school and soon after followed in his mother's footsteps. Though still very young, his modeling career took off very quickly and he became popular in a very short time: doing countless editorials; gracing the covers of Winq, Surface, Guapo, and Coitus; and walking for Calvin Klein shows.
River has an older sister named Luna. His hobbies include soccer, swimming and martial arts. He has his own blog called Never Back Down in which he denies common myths about the world of the male model and describes his experiences living with his roommates in their models' flat.
Senior Charlie Brewster (Anton Yelchin) finally has it all--he's running with the popular crowd and dating the hottest girl in high school. In fact, he's so cool he's even dissing his best friend Ed (Christopher Mintz-Plasse). But trouble arrives when an intriguing stranger Jerry (Colin Farrell) moves in next door. He seems like a great guy at first, but there's something not quite right--and everyone, including Charlie's mom (Toni Collette), doesn't notice. After witnessing some very unusual activity, Charlie comes to an unmistakable conclusion: Jerry is a vampire preying on his neighborhood. Unable to convince anyone that he's telling the truth, Charlie has to find a way to get rid of the monster himself in this Craig Gillespie-helmed revamp of the comedy-horror classic.
White is a color, the perception of which is evoked by light that stimulates all three types of color sensitive cone cells in the human eye in nearly equal amounts and with high brightness compared to the surroundings.
A white visual stimulation will be void of hue and grayness.
White light can be generated in many ways. The sun is such a source, electric incandescence is another.
A product of Barça's cantera, he initially left the club for Manchester United in 2004, where he remained for four years, before returning to Barça under Josep Guardiola's leadership, helping the club become the first football club ever to complete The Sextuple.
Gerard uses both Twitter and Facebook to communicate with his fans and friends.
Piqué was raised in a wealthy Catalan family. His father, Joan, is a lawyer, and his mother, Montserrat, is the director of a prestigious spinal injuries hospital. He has a younger brother named Marc. His grandfather, Amador Bernabeu, is the former vice-president of Barcelona.
He is very good friends with fellow club colleague Carles Puyol, as well as former Manchester United teammates Rio Ferdinand who he often jokes around with on Twitter. Gerard has known his best friend, Spanish national teammate and Arsenal player Cesc Fàbregas since childhood.
Levi Poulter, born in 1977, in Utah, is an American model.
Poulter grew up in a small town in the Rocky mountains in Utah. He's very active in sports at young age dreaming of becoming a personal trainer.
While working out in the gym, many people commented on his great physique and suggested that he should get involved with modeling. During the summer of 2001, with the encouragement from his family and friends, Poulter finally packed his bags and moved to Miami.
Poulter walked into the Ford Miami office when he first got to Miami, and they signed him right away. One of his early assignments was for Abercrombie. He has since modeled for Abercrombie for a number of years, and had appeared in many other campaigns and magazine covers including "DNA", "L'Uomo Vogue", and "Target".
During his spare time, Poulter loves to play soccer, listen to music (rock, classical, R&B, Hip HOP), and spending time at the beach with friends.
He is currently the second most successful male model in the world behind Baptiste Giabiconi on models.com list of the Top 50 international male models, as of June 2010.He has held this position for three years, and was previously ranked behind Mathias Lauridsen. In June 2009, he was named the world's most successful male model of 2009 by Forbes publications. Previously, he was named the world's eighth most successful male model of 2008 by the same magazine.
He was the face of Calvin Klein for several seasons and is best known for being GQ'sMan of the Season in 2007.
San Francisco Bay area native Marco Dapper arrived in Hollywood in 2003 and went right to work pursuing his passion of becoming a professional actor. Along the way, he landed several European modeling assignments and more recently, a campaign for Levi's Jeans for the Asian market.
Originally of Hayward, California and the youngest of two children (he has an older sister) Marco wasted no time moving forward and in 2006, he landed his very first film role in the independent feature "Eating Out 2: Sloppy Seconds." To his surprise, Marco developed a huge fan base from that experience, which is apparent as he travels the country promoting the recent release of the film on DVD (he appears in the cover art). He studied Martial Arts for over 10 years and has a black belt in Tae-Kwon-Do. His actor training includes Doug Warhit and Lesly Kahn.
A photograph (often shortened to photo) is an image created by light falling on a light-sensitive surface, usually photographic film or an electronic imager such as a CCD or a CMOS chip.
Most photographs are created using a camera, which uses a lens to focus the scene's visible wavelengths of light into a reproduction of what the human eye would see.
The word "photograph" was coined in 1839 by Sir John Herschel and is based on the Greekφῶς (phos), meaning "light", and γραφή (graphê), meaning "drawing, writing", together meaning "drawing with light".
What's the difference between a canoe and a kayak you ask! Well lets find out! Shall we???
A canoe is a small narrow boat, typically human-powered, though it may also be powered by sails or small electric or gas motors.
A kayak (not to be confused with a canoe) is a small human-powered boat that traditionally has a covered deck, and one or more cockpits, each seating one paddler who strokes a double-bladed paddle.
Canoes are usually pointed at both bow and stern and are normally open on top, but can be decked over (i.e. covered, similar to a kayak).
Kayaks are generally differentiated from canoes by the sitting position of the paddler and the number of blades on the paddle. In a kayak the paddler faces forward, legs in front, using a double bladed paddle. In a canoe the paddler faces forward and sits or kneels in the boat, using a single bladed paddle.
In some parts of the world, such as the United Kingdom, kayaks are considered a subtype ofcanoes. Continental European and British canoeing clubs and associations of the 19th Century used craft similar to kayaks, but referred to them as canoes. This explains the naming of the International and National Governing bodies of the sport of Canoeing.
All of my fabulous friends in Albuquerque had summer time birthdays. These were spent together in my backyard pool or at Elephant Butte Lake. New Mexico's largest. From May thru September almost every weekend we were having a party for one of the gang.
My neighbor was a nurse. When ever she went on vacation I would bring in her mail and look after her house. Virginia was a jewel of a neighbor. She died. Her son sold the house and that was that! I will never forget Patricks birthday June 25. Well over 100 guys at the party. As always there were several that I had never met before. I first noticed Pasquale playing volleyball in the pool. I couldn't stop staring at him. To this day I believe that he is the most handsome man I have ever been with. I dove into the pool and swam up next to him. We played we talked we laughed and then we loved. Next door in Virginia's back yard. Under the stars. Lucky for me Virginia was on vacation. Unlucky for me that when we came back to the party Bobby told me he had been looking for me for over an hour. I tried to talk my way out of it - lie- but then Bobby asked why my swimsuit was inside out! Oops. He was mad but mainly because I had lied to him. He knew who and what he had fallen in love with but I had never lied to him before. And I never did again. Although I did see Pasquale again. Several times. I always told Bobby. I think.
August 4, 2002 all the gang had gone to the lake. In the RV's as always. I remember the first time I had gone camping with Bobby we slept in a tent. That was the last time. I bought an RV. I was just not butch enough to go without the comforts of life. A bed, a shower, a toilet, a stove. I love to cook. I was inside the RV cooking a fabulous meal and enjoying a Mojito when the door opened and Bobby told me to come outside right away. I grabbed my Mojito and went out. Everyone yelled surprise and Happy Birthday. The entire camp site was Birthdayed out. Presents to open everywhere. I had joined the Summer Birthday Club. August 4th 2002 I had been given the best birthday gift ever. A new one. Fabulous friends, the lake, an RV, Mojitos & Bobby. And for just a few moments I looked up at the stars and thought of Pasquale and the other birthday that was turned inside out. I was born November 4th.
He is also the youngest player in the Open Era to defeat the top three players in succession and he achieved this when he defeated world number three Andy Roddick, world number two Nadal, and World number one Federer in the 2007 Rogers Cup.
He is considered the best male tennis player to come out of Serbia and the former Yugoslavia. Djokovic is also a double winner of the award The Best Sportperson of Serbia and award for The Best Sportsman by Olympic Committee of Serbia.
Novak Djokovic was born May 22, 1987, in Belgrade, Yugoslavia, to father Srđan and mother, Dijana. His two younger brothers, Marko and Djordje, are also tennis players with professional aspirations.
Djokovic is known for his often humorous off-court impersonations of his fellow players, many of whom are his friends. This became evident to the tennis world after his 2007 US Open quarterfinal win over Carlos Moyà, where he entertained the audience with impersonations of Rafael Nadal and Maria Sharapova.
Djokovic is a self described fan of languages, speaking four himself: his native Serbian, English, German, and Italian.
Auntie Leah was Fathers sister. Uncle Luke was the town doctor and historian. He keep the records. Health & History. Together they had seven children. Six boys and one girl. Levi was my favorite. Uncle Luke knew everything about everyone in the town. Or so he thought.
Levi's dog was Gideon. Lollipop loved Gideon and Gideon loved Lollipop. And they both loved Horseshit. Lollipops puppy. Although Horseshit wasn't a puppy anymore. Most weekends we would stay at Granny & Pop-Pops farm.
We'd spend our days riding our bikes up and down the dirt roads. And trying to keep up with Gideon Lollipop & Horseshit. We never could. Lollipop would grab hold of a scent and off all three of them would go. We'd hop off our bikes and go runnin' in the forest after them but soon give up. The trees in the forest had vines that came down from the top of em and Levi and I would grab hold and start swingin'.
From one vine to the next. We'd keep swingin' until we heard the bell. Granny had a bell with a rope attached to it and whenever she just about had dinner or supper ready she start ringin' it.
Even Lollipop, Gideon & Horseshit knew that the sound of the bell meant it was time to eat. And they always beat us back to the house. Granny made the bestmeals. Simple meals. Mine & Levi's favorite was chicken & dumplings.
Slippery dumplings that she rolled out thin from flour and lard. She'd cut the dumplings into squares and one by one drop em in the boiling yellow chicken broth. Granny's chickens were fresh. Right after breakfast Granny would go out into the chicken house and chase down a nice fat one grab it by the neck and start ringin' it. The neck. Round and round until finally the body flew off. I can still picture the chicken runnin' around the yard with no head for what seemed like forever. The dogs would bark and bay and Levi and I would laugh and laugh. Unless the headless chicken got to close to us. Then we'd scream. Off we'd go ridin' our bikes knowin' when we heard Grannies bell we'd be gettin' what we loved the most. Well almost what we loved the most. At bedtime Levi & I would hug and kiss Granny & Pop-Pop goodnight and then climb the steepstairs that lead to our really favorite thing. The feather bed.
The fun that Levi & I had in that feather bed is one thing that no one ever knew about. Not even Uncle Luke the town doctor and historian.
Blue eyes contain low amounts of melanin within the iris stroma; longer wavelengths of light tend to be absorbed by the underlying iris pigment epithelium, and shorter wavelengths are reflected and undergo Rayleigh scattering.The type of melanin present is eumelanin.
The outer surface of the iris of a blue-eyed person is clear, lacking the outer layer of pigmentation that is found in brown eyes. Their color is caused by the inner layer of pigmentation and the semi-opaque fibrous tissues that lie between the two layers.
While blue eyes are thought to be exclusive to Caucasoid ethnic groups, the manifestation of blue eyes has been documented in pure-blooded, darkly complected tribal Africans, as well as people of mixed African and European ancestry; the former, usually the result of genetic mutation and the latter most often the manifestation of recessive European genes.
Y-Chromosome DNA testing performed on ancient Scythian skeletons dating to the Bronze and Iron Ages in the SiberianKrasnoyarsk region found that all but one of 11 subjects carried Y-DNA R1a1, with blue or green eye color and light hair common, suggesting mostly European origin of that particular population.
A 2002 study found that the prevalence of blue eye color among Caucasians in the United States to be 33.8 percent for those born from 1936 through 1951 compared with 57.4 percent for those born from 1899 through 1905.
Blue eyes are continuing to become less common among American children, with only one out of every six or 16.6% of the total population, and 22.3% of the White population having blue eyes.
I was on my way to Florida in 1976. From Los Angeles. Driving along on Route 40 East in my 75 red convertible Stingray Vet. I turned off onto Central Ave to get gas. It would be another 25 years before I arrived at my destination. I was tired, hungry, and let's just say I remembered that Ken lived there. Ken & I had met back in LA. He had just graduated from Beauty School and was moving back to Albuquerque in a couple of weeks. It was a great 2 weeks and even though we hadn't stayed in touch and a few months had passed I decided to call. It would be 3 years before Ken headed back to Los Angeles. Without me. Albuquerque was now my home. I had a great job, a beautiful Adobe home, an RV, and most importantly fabulous friends.
I still remember that hot day in April when Ken pulled out of the driveway. We were still in love but our journey was over. I wept. I was at The Rear Entry on Memorial Day weekend 1979 when I met David. And like Ken he had just
graduated from Beauty School. And like Ken it would be 3 years before he moved on. This time to someone else. Once again I found myself back at The Rear Entry. This time it was Fourth Of July weekend 1982. I met Bobby. And just like the other 2 he had just graduated from Beauty School. Bobby came home with me that night. It would be 13 years before we would part. As friends and on our way to Delaware. October 1995. As Bobby, Chelsea, Pearl & I pulled out of the driveway I looked back at my beautiful Adobe home and I wept. Tears of joy for both the memories and the new journey. Mother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and I had made the decision to give up my life to share what was left of hers. It would be just a little over a year before I moved into the Cape Cod.
November 4, 1996 my birthday. The furniture was being delivered the next morning so I slept on the newly installed carpet. A couple of months later I pulled into the rear entry of one of my stores and saw him. Will. Unlike the other 3 Will had not just graduated from Beauty School. But just like the others he came over to the Cape Cod that night and we watched Patti LaBelles' "One Night Only". It would be 5 years before we would part. The Cape Cod. I had already flown down to Florida and after looking at several homes decided on a beautiful Rancher.
Will drove down a couple weeks before I was able to leave. He took Chelsea & Pearl with him. The Cape Cod was lonely those last 2 weeks but still as I pulled out of the driveway I wept. Tears of joy for both the memories and the new journey. I was finally on I-95 South headed to Florida. It had only taken me 25 years, 2 jobs, 4 men, several cars, 2 RV's, 3 dogs, 42 puppies, an Adobe and a Cape Cod to find my way to my Rancher in Florida. 5 years later I would realize that this was the worst decision I had ever made. I wept. This time not for the memories or the new journey.
Lollipop was a Bloodhound. Purebred. Mother & Father gave me her for my fifth birthday. From day one we were inseparable. Well- most of the time. Finally I owned something that was all mine. I didn't have to share her with the other four.
Lollipop shared herself. She loved everyone and could never get enough attention. Lollipop would let me crawl on top of her as if she were a horse. She loved to roll down the hill. I'd lay down on the ground at the top of the hill and so would Lollipop. Just as soon as I'd wrap my arms around her Lollipop would start rolling down the hill. Me on top of her and her on top of me. Laughing all the way down. Lollipop would be making her funny baying sound which would make me laugh even more. Lollipop loved to chase a good scent. We'd be playing and all of a sudden she'd start sniffing and off she would go. The Fringe home set on top of a huge hill with 38 acres of land. Most of this land was forest and most was surrounded by the Broadkill River. Lollipop loved all this land and water. So much that sometimes she would be gone all night. I learned real quick that all of my chasing and yelling would not stop Lollipop. She had a nose of her own and when something got up it "IT" was in control. I never could understand why Lollipop & I could be having so much fun together and then she would just take off and leave me. On those nights when Lollipop didn't come home I would cry myself to sleep. But the next morning I would always wake up to the sound of Lollipop baying in the backyard and I'd run down the stairs open up the frig and feed her dinner leftovers. And once again I'd be smiling. Mother would tell me not to feed her so much at once or she would get fat. And she did. Get fat. Just all of a sudden Lollipop was fat. It would be a few weeks before Mother explained to me that it wasn't my feeding that had caused Lollipop to get fat. It
was those nights out when her nose took control and she followed "IT" the scent. The only thing that I really understood was that Lollipop was gonna have her own puppies. And I knew right away that I was gonna give my Grand Ma Ma her choice of Lollipops pups. Grand Ma Ma had even more land and more forest than Mother and if staying out all night and chasing a scent made puppies than I knew more would be on the way. I love puppies.
Auntie Lydia & Uncle Lucius lived just across the corn field and down the road from Father & Mother's house on the hill.
Mother never explained why they only had one child. Lucas. I always found this very strange since there were four others at my house. All the homes in town had several children living in them. Except for Auntie Lydia & Uncle Lucius. Only one. Maybe that's why they raised chickens. Seven houses full of chickens.
In the springtime when the corn was freshly planted I loved walking thru the fields and down the road to visit my cousin Lucas. In the summertime when the corn was high I would take the long way around to go play with Lucas. Snakes. The corn fields were full of them by mid summer. My brothers would stand by the edge of the cornfield and shoot them. Not me. I never liked guns or snakes. Lucas would see me as I turned the bend and come running towards me. I'd start running towards him. I know Lucas was lonely being just one but as one of five it's what I dreamed of being. Uncle Lucius built Lucas a treehouse down close to the river.
That was our favorite place to play. We could spend all day playing with each other in the treehouse. Until Auntie Lydia would yell down from the house "it's time to feed the chickens boys"! Down the steps and over to where the chickens lived. I loved the feeder. It was full of grains and Uncle Lucius would pull it down a track that ran from one end of the chicken house to the other. It had a brake. When ever we came up to a watering pump
Uncle Lucius would stop put the brake on and Lucas & I would toss the grains to the chickens. Uncle Lucius would pump the water and fill up the troughs. Brake off and then down the track to the next pump and then brake on. Feed & water more chickens. Seven houses of chickens. Lucas and I always wanted to ride inside the grain cart. Uncle Lucius said we were to big.
One afternoon after Auntie Lydia & Uncle Lucius had gone into town we did it anyway. Rode the grain feeder. I'd get in and Lucas would push me all thru the chicken house. Then his turn to ride and mine to push. Together we came up with a great plan. Once the grain feeder got to going fast the one pushing would jump in and we would ride together. Now this was fun. Taking turns riding-pushing-in & out. Until the grain feeder started swinging and ran into one of the watering pumps bursting it and causing the chicken house to flood. Real fast. Lucas and I didn't know what to do so we ran back up into the treehouse. Our favorite place to play with each other. It wasn't long before Auntie Lydia & Uncle Lucius got back from town and we heard Uncle Lucius yelling "Lydia those damn boys have done drowned the chickens". Auntie Lydia's reply "guess we better invite some folks over for dinner Lucius".
I loved Auntie Lydia & Uncle Lucius. And especially cousin Lucas. We loved playing with each other.
Remind me to tell you about the time I choked the chicken. My cousin helped.
I don't remember this. At all. I wish i could. Now that would be Fabulous. Would we be named Dwight & David like Father wanted or would we be Thomas & Jerome which was Mother choice. If you have followed THE FABULOUS FRINGE FAMILY than you already know the answer to this. Mother was the boss. Just like all women of the fifties. Whatever Mother wanted Mother received.
I being the first born am Thomas. The other one, the one that was not like me, Jerome. One interesting side note to this decision was that it did take Mother six weeks to get her way. I guess that's as long as Father could go not getting what he wanted. So for the first six weeks of my life I was called A-Baby and the other one was referred to as B-Baby. Hence our middle names. A and B. No period after the A or the B. Unless the sentence just happens to end.
Tom & Jerry. Just like the cat and the mouse. And we were. Just like them. Was it the cartoon that influenced us to be Tom & Jerry or were we born Tom & Jerry. I'm sure we were born that way.
Mother was teaching us the ABC's just before we turned four. Once we had learned them she taught us how to spell our names. Proper names first of course. Then our nicknames. I could understand completely that Jerry was spelled J-E-R-R-Y. What I had an extremely hard time dealing with was the spelling of Tom. T-O-M. I wanted to spell it Thom. T-H-O-M. Mother said the H was silent. I said the H is silent in Thomas so what's your point Mother. And just like Mother always got what she wanted from Father -Mother always gave me what I wanted. This time my name. Thom. Spelled the way I knew it should be spelled.
I would have preferred Dwight. Nickname Dwig. The g would have been silent.
I have always had a dog. Most of the time two or three. Many times I have had eight to ten depending on the size of the litter. Back in Albuquerque my Shih-tzu Chelsea and her mate Rusty had a total of 42 pups. I sold them all but was fortunate that Pearl never got picked up by woman who had bought her. Pearl was truly a JEWEL! Rusty was the best dog ever. Pearl and Rusty were running around the pool one day and Pearl knocked Rusty in and under the solar cover and he drowned. But this story has already been told.
What hasn't been told is the story of Tasha, Bruiser, Billy & Max. Chihuahua's. Just a short time after Chelsea & Pearl died I bought Bruiser. My gift to Will for Christmas 2004.
Will had never owned a puppy before and he instantly fell in love with Bruiser. Everywhere Will went Bruiser followed. So now I had to have one. I bought Tasha right after New Years 2005. Tasha was a feisty little barker. She loved me and she loved Will and she loved Bruiser. But this is where her love stopped. Bruiser loved everyone. As did Will. I really do think that Dogs take on a lot of their owners personality. For reasons to be told another time I was going thru a lot of serious ass shit when I bought Tasha. I was very guarded and really didn't trust anyone. Except for Will, my cousin, and the dogs. Tasha was the same. Several times Will and I caught Tasha and Bruiser stuck together in the back yard just sitting there. We'd always laugh. It was really funny to see. Just about nine weeks later August 2, 2005 at around 10pm Tasha went into labor.
Over the course of the evening and into the morning she delivered nine tinny tiny puppies. The next two days Will did his best to save the little runt. Tasha had tried to eat him. She knew he wasn't right. The vet told us that he was born with an enlarged heart and would not live. We had to put him down. An enlarged heart. Isn't it ironic. Six of the eight were sold. Both Will and I picked out our favorite and they were not for sale. Will named his pup Billy and I named mine Max. Once again Billy took on Will's personality and loved everyone. Max not so much. He was guarded and only liked the ones he lived with. Jump ahead to July 23, 2006. Will died. I had to leave the state. I had to get far away. I couldn't take the pups. This was one of the hardest tasks I have every completed. Taking my precious pups to the pound in Clearwater, Fl. The only thing that made this at all bearable was when the woman at the pound said she would make sure Billy & Max got adopted together and that Tasha & Bruiser would get adopted together. A few years go by and for the only time in my life I didn't have a dog. It was time. I got Jake. At first he was simply fabulous. Then came the brain disorder and the biting. Jake went completely mad and I had to have him put down. Overbred. Purebred. Inbred. Never again would I buy from a breeder.
And at the time I thought never again would I own a dog. Wrong! A few months later my sister got an e-mail from Pedigree. The Pedigree Company was holding their annual adoption drive and included photos in the e-mail. Mopsy was his name. That is until driving home from the adoption center I said "his name is Billy". It just felt right. A few months later my sister, my friend Jesse Kozel, and I decide to go to the West LA Animal Shelter. Jesse and I found him. He was so tiny and so precious I had to have him. On the way home Jesse said "you should name him Max". I had never told Jesse my story about having to take Tasha Bruiser, Billy & Max to that pound in Clearwater,Fl. Unbelievable. I now had Billy & Max back. Funny thing is Billy is a lot me and Max is a lot like Will. I really do think that dogs take on a lot of their owners personality. I guess it took two to pull mine together.
Bobby's best friends were Tony & Robert. They had all known each other since childhood. It wasn't long after I met Bobby at The Rear Entry that Tony, Robert, Bobby & myself were inseparable. They even lived with us in our home for almost a year. Tony was full of love. And he loved to give it away. I took it. Every chance I had. Tony had one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen. He also had one of the most manly bodies I've ever seen. Robert was very tall, handsome and funny. He made me laugh all the time.
Tony liked to dress down.
By this I mean not wear any clothes.
My backyard was totally fenced in so no one could see anything that was happening back there. Or so I thought. One afternoon while we were all enjoying the pool Tony noticed a knot hole in the fence. And an eyeball looking thru it.
Tony started running over to have a look and by the time he reached the hole all he saw was a man rushing to his own rear entry and closing it. All of us thought this was simply fabulous. It was only a matter of time before this would happen again but this time I was by myself. I pretended I didn't notice the eyeball thru the knot hole and slowly made my way over to it. With a ladder. I climbed the ladder and as the man was walking back to his house I asked him if he'd like to come over for a swim. He said sure but continued towards his own home. He got his ladder. Up his and down mine. We repeated this action again and again. On each other. I told Bobby, Tony, & Robert about what happened later that evening over drinks. Seems like this wasn't the man's first climb over the fence. Nor would it be his last.
However, that's a story for another day. There is one thing I will let you in on. The man who liked to climb was a Preacher Man named Jacob and he lived on the other side of the fence.
I had always planned on living in Florida. I left Los Angeles in 1976 and headed to Florida. Fort Lauderdale. Thought that would be a good place to start. I pulled off I-40 into Albuquerque for gas, food, & lodging. Typical stop. What wasn't typical was that I didn't leave there for 20 years. Those were the best 20 years of my life. If asked where I call home I always reply Albuquerque.
Many wonderful stories I want to share about those 20 years. And I will. Just not today.
Mother is now in the middle stages of Alzheimer's. I gave up my life to share what was left of hers. Quit my job, sold my house, packed everything, said good-bye to the best friends ever and took off in a 26 foot Pensky truck. At least Bobby and the girls were with me. Back to where I began. Back to Delaware!
It would be almost another 7 years before I finally made it to Florida. My job transferred me there. Saint Petersburg. Those four years in Florida were HELL. For the most part.
Again-Stories for another day.
Sitting on the beach in Clearwater, Florida waiting for the Sun to rise---suddendly it comes up behind you. I think that life does this also. I think about everything that has brought me to where I am now in life and for the most part it has come up behind me. I know that each of us are supposed to be in charge of our own destiny and I think that we are. It’s just seems that in my life my destiny for the most part has always surprised me even though I expected it.