Here is my little brother at this tiny amusement park outside Lake Tahoe Nevada when we were homeless back in 1985-1987.
Considering we spent most of the time cold, tired and hungry living in a car. This combined with the anxiety that our family (my parents specifically) had an actual contract out on them for almost a year, meant our childhood was not a normal white kid childhood. This doesn’t even include bikers, violence and lots and lots of cops.
It is nice to see that we got glimpses of normality.
PS. Yes there will be a time I will talk about that more openly, just working my way into being able to talk publicly about the details.
Project Throwback: April 16, 2016
Also a Flashback Friday!!!
It had been a really rough couple of months. My father had passed away on February 11th, and a close friend of the family named Jimbo had just passed away on April 1st.
The hubby had just taken me to Babeland for some shopping, and on our way home he wanted to get me food at Dicks Cheeseburgers (the name is appropriate for having shopped at Babeland). While we were waiting we came across this majestic sight of a goat on a car.
I got a video and a bad picture. I don’t keep random photos often, especially blurry like the photo itself, but how often do you see a goat on a van?
That and the shopping had cheered me up. The hubby was an extra awesome hubby that day.
Here is the hubby before we met (and before he transitioned). Doing the normal 10-year-old thing of trying to impress his parents. God, I love all the pictures of him. I just wish we could have met earlier than 16.
It is uncommon for the hubby to get pictures of me. Especially pictures I am not aware of. Here is one of those, plus a second from same day (but I was aware of that).
The hubby decided on this day to take a couple of pictures of me. Evidently, he couldn’t get enough of my “Magically Delicious” butt with those Lucky Charm pajamas while he was working on his school work (this is before he came out).
He also got a pic of me later in the day getting tattoo work. Of course, this is all four+ years before I started to transition. I ended up losing that weight since then. I have no idea who the woman was though, and it was vaguely uncomfortable that my tattoo artist had her stay to watch. I was pretty dysphoric anyways (no one knew) and I hated who I was.
This picture is closer to what I look like about 18 months ago. I suspect it will look even different in four weeks after my Avelar Tummy Tuck and fat transfer as well next week.
By the way, I still love my tattoos, in fact I love them even more. The left arm tattoo has been filled out and vastly expanded into 1/2 to 2/3 sleeve as well.
Mom and one of her uncles circa 1960 per the back of the picture. She didn’t have a real smile in a lot of her pictures, this is one of the few that it is a real squeal/laugh/smile I have seen her have.
My dad and his grandfather on his grandfather’s porch sometime summer 1955. The puppy is named “Mucho” and is the first Mucho. Makes sense now why the black dog I owned at age 16 in Bellingham in 1987 was named Mucho as well.
I realize I am late, the weekend was dedicated to the hubby!
Here we have my mom on April 10, 1965, at the age of 16, according to the picture. Not sure who her friend or dog is, but I can tell you that is my mom because her hair would always do that if it was windy, at the age of 65 it would do that.