17 April 2006
Photous Dorkius Maximus
My Aunt Jimmie, on Lookout Mountain in Georgia, just sent the photo below of my cousin Pam and me at my Grandma Daniel's (Mama D's) house. I figure it was Mother's Day (see card on piano), probably 1972 or 1973.
Want more dorkiness? There's this photo of my senior prom date and me.
I don't know what I'd've done if they had Gay Proms back then. A (gay) friend/roommate and I tried to go to a gay dance at Vanderbilt when I was in the 11th grade, but we never found it or it didn't happen or something. So we ended up at some gay bar in Nashville (don't remember the name -- Your Father's Moustache? -- but it had a stylized sign as you went in that said "Watch Your Coat and Hat"), downtown on 2nd Avenue. They were hosting the Miss Gay Tennessee pagent. My friend was into that kind of thing, and even knew some of the entrants. (He was from Louisville; they were from Louisville.)
Myself, I didn't go back to a gay bar for about fifteen years.
Want more dorkiness? There's this photo of my senior prom date and me.
I don't know what I'd've done if they had Gay Proms back then. A (gay) friend/roommate and I tried to go to a gay dance at Vanderbilt when I was in the 11th grade, but we never found it or it didn't happen or something. So we ended up at some gay bar in Nashville (don't remember the name -- Your Father's Moustache? -- but it had a stylized sign as you went in that said "Watch Your Coat and Hat"), downtown on 2nd Avenue. They were hosting the Miss Gay Tennessee pagent. My friend was into that kind of thing, and even knew some of the entrants. (He was from Louisville; they were from Louisville.)
Myself, I didn't go back to a gay bar for about fifteen years.
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You have always had a sense of style, haven't you? I thought my prom photo made me look goofy! Thank you for making me feel a litle less like a dork, Tim.
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