Having been raised Southern Baptist in a relatively small city in East Texas, I somehow managed to survive that ritualistic religious abuse and promptly turned out gayer than a Catholic Priest on holiday in San Francisco.  My only attempt at mating with a person of the opposite sex was a miserable failure, as her grandparents surprised us at the most inopportune time.  You might think that has something to do with my gayness, but it most definitely did not.  I knew long before then and just wanted to see what it was like.  Sue me. 

After graduating from college, I literally worked my way up I-35 from Austin to Killeen to Waco (um, hell yes) and firmly planted my very large feet in the urban decay of Dallas.  The muck here has permanently entrenched me, and I’ll most likely never leave. 

Since I’m generally regarded as a “people person,” it’s somewhat amazing that my best strengths lie outside the realm of personal interaction.  Actually, I’m more suited to making fun of passersby while sucking down copious amounts of cheap liquor and discarding meaningless gifts and tokens of appreciation with a willful force onto whatever floor I happen to be standing.  Some may think this makes me a bad person.  I think the honesty of it all is quite refreshing.

I’m a true liberal Democrat at heart.  While this makes me highly likely to vote for just about anyone with a “D” after their name, I also reserve the right to skewer, belittle, tease and damn them when I feel it is necessary.  I invite you to do the same.