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it's me. I'm thir... twenty-nine years old, I'm just under six feet tall,
I weigh about 170, and I'm somewhat muscular. I don't think I'm pretty,
but some women and a few men have tried to convince me otherwise. I
had long hair for years and years, but it's been shortish since about 2000, and
I never know what to do with it. I don't smile or dress well, and I avoid
the sun.
These older photos are from
years and years ago, and are mostly photographs of actual photos, since I don't
have a scanner. The image quality suffers accordingly. They are in
roughly chronological order, with the oldest on top.
Most of these were first posted
with extensive discussion in the daily update on December
22, 2003.
Photos are captioned with equal
parts information and snarkiness. None are nude or scary. Well, aside from
the hair.
Yikes. I'm maybe 16
here, somewhere in the late 80's, and that was a new jacket at the time, and a
semi-new iguana. My hair is dyed with some black splotches, for no
particular reason, and yes, that's a little goatee. I was a lot more
experimental with my appearance back in the high school days. Damn I look
ratty. Like the lead singer in a garage punk band. Don't you just want
to keep your daughter away from me?
- Scraggly goatee: shaved.
- Skinny iguana: died.
- Shiny leather jacket:
stolen.
- High school years: misery.
My Manson look.
Charles, not Marilyn. The green crap on my face is on the actual photo, from
writing on the back of the one that was above it. What's a "photo
album?" The hair is well past my nipples, and I'm holding baby
rats. This is probably around 1992.
Dye it black, baby! I used to
do this from time to time, for no particular reason. Funny how no one is
every satisfied with their hair color. Black/brown haired people want to
be redheads or blonde, and red heads and blondes like to try it darker.
The contrast to the red goatee is sort of cool, actually. German porn
star look? 1994ish.
Me from behind, hanging up a
Christmas present from my mom in her living room. Just to see how it
would look on the wall. It's a real cow skull, quite heavy, with some
paint and rocks stuck on the forehead, for no reason that was ever made clear
to me. It fell to its death years later when a snake tried to scale
it. 1995ish.
When it was long and pretty
in the sun, with my mom on her back patio. Likely a birthday, hence the
new birthday shirt.
My glorious, formerly long
hair. It did look pretty in the sun. Yes, this shot is smudgy and
looks overexposed. The actual photo is fine, but the picture of the
picture is crappy. 1997ish.
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