i was born in green bay, wisconsin (yes, i am a cheesehead) but moved to big, wonderful wyoming at the age of nine. wyoming is a wonderful place to grow up, and retire (i'm assuming on that one) but to actually LIVE, it's almost impossible. unless you get off on 0.3 people per square mile and negative forty degree temperatures (not including the constant wind,) i don't suggest you live there.

so, needless to say, i got the hell out of there ASAP. i joined the navy (pictures are forthcoming...) and moved to san diego. well, they (the militia that is) didn't take kindly to having a fag among their ranks (apparently i was the only one) and booted me out. while i was on 'restriction' i obtained a job at a hat shop. no, they didn't know i was an 'other than honorable' member of the armed forces, but they LOVED it when they found out!! lived there for a while, got caught up in a whole bunch of things you'll have to ask me in person about...:)

then, eric (my lover) and i moved to fort collins, colorado. again, details on this one is a face to face thing...:)

moved back to los angeles, managed the 'pink dot' for a spell, didn't for a spell...god, this is getting boring...i'll wrap up by saying i broke both my legs, moved to new york, and now i live on 12th and third in the east village. whew, why couldn't i just have started with that....