Barb M

I'm Barb. 57, short, very queen-sized. I have long brown hair, blue eyes, and I wear glasses. I am disabled, I use two canes to get around. They kind of get in the way of dancing to the beat of a different drummer, so I switched to hobbling down the road less travelled. I like it here, it's a simple, happy place to be. I knew when I was little that, someday, I would grow up, and go crazy. I would like boys and want to kiss them. I would fuss over stupid ass things like my hair and make-up, and sit there nattering with the other girls about - what else: boys. AAAGGGHHHH! I knew even then that I didn't want that. And here I am, 45 years later, and I've stayed remarkably true to my first ideals. I never married, and I still wouldn't . Marriage holds nothing for me. Well, sex, of course. But, hah, ya just don't need to be married for that anymore. As a kid, I also wanted to be a nun. Not that I knew anything about it except that nuns dedicated their lives to helping others. That was my goal from early on. Then I discovered that nuns had to be catholic. What? To serve people you have to be a particular religion? And you had to believe in god and shit like that? Sigh. I was born without the god gene, thank....something. That sealed it, I became an agnostic very early on. Agnostic, you say? Well, you just never know - I could be wrong. Maybe there is a...universal soul or something. But the bible...oh geez, started reading it in my 40s. People read this shit and still believe in it? SMH. But I did still want to be helpful, contribute to the world and all. So I became an occupational therapy assistant. By assistant, they mean, usually, the one who does all the therapy. I loved it, for awhile. Life got tough for a bit there, couldn't cope. I quit kind of sudden. Next job, cashier at a local store. I got that job on the way home from quitting the real job. Povertyville, here I was. And then on to working with mentally ill, delinquent, teenage girls who were locked up because they were a danger to themselves and/orothers, usually both. Yeah, that was just as wild as it sounds, being as teenage girls are just naturally nuts. But it was a very fulfilling job. Amazing. I miss it a lot.

and I am out of space for anything else. Hah! My imaginary readership will be mystifed, and anxious to read more. NO!, they are all wailing, let me read more. But, alas