GO GOOGLE YOURSELF!

I googled myself this morning.  It’s been a while since I dove into the depths of the net to see what’s out there with my name in it.  It’s weird to see so many quotes from the kerazy dayz still littering the vaults of outdated websites.  The pulled quotes range from thoughtful, provocative to just plain horrible (gulp).

To this day I still get emails that reference this or that column.  A lot of the emails come from people who used to send me hate mail.  These former haters now sheepishly tell me that they miss me.  Ain’t that some shit?

Every now and then I’ll find my name buried in someone’s personal blog, or digital diary.  Below is something I found from “My DairyLand” which I hate to admit, made me chuckle for some twisted reason.  I was pretty bad in those days, but the way this man describes me leans a tad toward sensational exaggeration.   Below is a screen capture word-for-word.  All I can mutter is “Oh, the gratuitous drama of it all…”

Of course, this guy painted me as the gay Antichrist, and used that particular column as a platform so that he could rip on a queen he witnessed in a suit, who he compares to Liberace.  I say own your own shit bitch.  And your shit has nothing to do with me.

I read stuff like this and I’m always left wondering…what happens to these people?  I don’t know who they are, but they know who I am…or at least they think they know me.  And it does not get past me that I may stand in line next to people like him at the Pavillians supermarket in WeHo without being wise to their contempt.

I especially love it when people come at me with a nasty quote or story line that they memorized from those kerazy dayz many moonz ago.  They look at me expectantly.  I’m never sure if they want an apology or what?

They’ll say something like, “I remember when you wrote an awful column about a midget in a wheelchair…”

I usually respond along the lines of, “I wrote THAT!?  Hah!  That’s funny…”

It is what it is bitch.  Seriously, I’ve got too many problems of my own to be worried about yours.

Only one life to live.

Mine.

Luv,

Me