Brief History of the Evolution of a Bisexual Pagan Sex Maniac Computer Geek Fat Admirer Switch (abridged)
That's right, he's been harassing, annoying, and generally infecting the 'Net with his obnoxious behavior. Now you too can know more about Yohannon than you could ever possibly want to!
Startling evidence of early geekdom was recently discovered in an old hard cover copy of "The Early Asimov" in the form of this photo, taken in a Central Islip, Long Island Woolworth's photo booth in February of 1977 at the tender age of 14. Check out those frames!
Fast forward 4 years to a (gack) yearbook "candid". I didn't know the camera was there until I bought the book. For those that actually care, this was on stage at drama class (which I took far more seriously than most of the rest of the class, who were taking it as an "easy" senior year credit at Brentwood Ross Senior High). I was doing an exercise that was essentially playing "Charades" (two words...get it?). The answer was "Star Wars". Strange what kind of useless crap one remembers after (GACK!!!) 13 years.
An actual scan of one of my many college id's. Strangely enough, despite posing for (in various states of dress and un) more photos than I can remember and countless video and film projects, my mother has more photos than I do from this period in my life (maybe a dozen). That's because for the five years I stalled (avoiding the real world) in college I would constantly ask people "Hey! Can I have a copy?" to which the reply was invariably "uh, yeah, sure.". Right.
I tried to be normal, wear a suit, live in the 'burbs as a mundane computer consultant for a major life insurance company in N.J.
I was very unhappy.
Next, A photo taken during my "frustrated rock star" phase (hey, after putting up with looking normal for 2 years I needed to unwind in a bad way...so I did). The perm you see here pretty much destroyed my hair for a two year period, but it was fun while it lasted. This was taken the same Memorial Day weekend in 1991 when I met Michele, who is seated to the far left pointing at the rude balloon penis a very strange waiter has just handed us. The lovely woman smirking in the middle is my friend/lover, Myra, who died suddenly in 1995 (sigh).
Okay, the whole sordid tale. I was soaking in a hot tub with my friend, Pat, when I thought I saw Louise Wolfe (major NAAFA player and former member of Fat Lip Reader's Theater) walking by. Considering this was the Marina Del Rey in the LA area and she was supposedly in Maryland boffing her mate at the time, I yelled out "Hey! What are you doing here?" When she came closer in response to my call I was extremely embarrassed to discover that it WASN'T Louise, but Michele, who proceeded to squat by the tub (oh, those calves!) in a pair of really cool boots. I, being the person I am, flirted with her shamelessly.
A month later we were in love.
Finally, this set was taken after our handfasting on Friday, May 13, 1994. Notice the matching tattoo's -- a lot more original than wedding rings, and damn near impossible to take off and throw at each other during a tiff. It kinda forces you to work through things, you know?
Special note to horny net geeks...no, the nipples aren't showing. Please, get lives.
This was taken during Panthecon '95, a pagan convention in San Jose, California over Presidents day (that's February 12 for our non-US readers). Goddess, I adore this woman.
Well, that's almost more than y'all probably wanted to know about me. I'm sure if I think about it I could come up with a lot more... but then I wouldn't have anything to write about, you know?
Last Modified: 9-Jan-03