Two truths and a lie

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Nope...the first one is the lie. My father (before he was transferred to Central America) was stationed in South Korea, not Japan. However, when he was stationed in South Korea he did indeed developed a liking for martial arts movies.

#1 for Isabella. Precocious though she was, she was still a little girl at age 10. Maybe this happened at age 12?

1 was my lie. I went with my mother for my first bra. I don't know how old I was, but likely 10 - 11 ish.

2 is true

3 is true, but seriously... can you see me wanting a leopard negligee? LMAO. It was a gift for someone who said they'd been looking for one. I was so embarrassed by the notion of buying it that I hid it under the towels until the queue was shorter so that no one would see it. I didn't end up buying it though, because I was accosted and detained by store security for about two hours. They went berserk and said they saw me with it on closed-circuit and that it disappeared out of my hand. They assumed it was in my bag and wouldn't let me show them its hiding place. I was sure they would move it covertly from the towels, to prove I had stolen it.

That must have been rough.....

It was actually very traumatic. This was three months prior to my stroke, when I was first recovering from my breakdown and acute agoraphobia. It was the first time I'd been in a shop for months, but look what happened

I was absolutely shattered by their treatment and their dismissive attitude. (I didn't know I was autistic at the time. I wish I had known because I would have held them accountable for the trauma).

This would severely stress out even a so-called “normal” person.


1. My girl friend (not girlfriend), who had an autistic brother, came to visit me out in Far Rockaway in 1977.

2. The brother was in a group home at that point in time.

3. She fell head-over-heels for me.

4. She is now a radio deejay out on Long Island, east of NYC.

3. Not to infer that she wouldn't fall for you, but I don't recall you mentioning her before.

Correct. She only liked me as a friend. I felt the same way.

1. My maternal grandfather got upset with me for watching Little House on the Prairie when we visited him in LA. He wanted to watch boxing and he said LHP was for sissies

2. I was terrified by one episode of Little House on the Prairie, and still wouldn't be able to watch it after all these years.

3. I tried to buy a long haired brown wig so I could braid my hair like Laura Ingalls. (My real hair was strawberry blonde).

#1. I just don’t see your grandfather doing this sort of thing to his cutie-pie granddaughter.

He did (Don't forget he had innumerable granddaughters, so one's cutie-pie-ness didn't count for much).

2 is true

3 is my lie but for different reasons: I did want a Laura Ingalls wig, but it was because my own hair wasn't long enough to braid. Also, my hair was more auburn than strawberry blonde when I was that age.

1. I walked around with this guy in the Village.....and we had good discussions.

2. I really did like living in the Village

3. The above guy called me a “hypocrite” because I wouldn’t date him—because I’m straight.

3 for Kortie?

Believe it or not, the answer is #2.

I found the Village to be crowded, noisy, and smelly because of infrequent garbage pickup. I like living in the Outer Boroughs better. I even liked living in the Bronx because I felt less hemmed in.

That guy I mentioned turned out to be a gay guy who wanted to sleep with me.

1. I went to Sunday School when I was a very young girl, but I quit rather abruptly. The teacher made us lie on large pieces of paper so she could trace our body shapes and allow us to colour them. I think it was going to be a display that said "God loves us all", or something to that effect. I quit because I looked at my body outline and told the teacher there was no way the magnitude of "me" fit into that small, finite shape (I didn't use those words, lol). I was insistent that my existence was much bigger than the outline she traced.

2. I spent most of my first five years on our boat (50' cabin cruiser). I had an orange, fabric life vest which I can still smell and feel in my mind. My brother and I figured out how to play hide and seek in the cabinets and under the dining seats (which opened as storage space). One day I hid in the space under the bench seat but my brother took so long to find me that I fell asleep. My brother eventually forgot about me and started playing with my cousin on the deck. My father ended up sitting on the bench seat, unaware that I was inside. I woke up and started banging underneath his butt "Let me out!", which really shocked him.

3. I remember being about three years old and climbing around in my grandfather's workshop annex, which was used for mechanic work. The space was full of discarded machinery, tools and car parts. There was a strong smell of hot tar and grease. I was alone and exploring without fear. I found some used doors with bevelled glass and tried to carry them home. My brother called me over to an adjacent stream to fish with him, so I abandoned the doors and used bits of meat on a hook / string to catch little minnows.