A Life in Pictures
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Here it is – the picture that started it all. If I had to choose a defining moment in my life from which point on everything was indeed wrong with me, this is it. That’s me, at about two years old, dressed up like the bastard son of the sailor from The Village People – and he was the REALLY gay one. I mean, fuck.
I’m not quite sure how my dad allowed photos like this to be taken, and I hold him entirely responsible. I can just see the argument now:
Dad: “Kath, what are you doing? You’re gonna make him a damn gay by dressing him up like that!”
Mom: “Den, no I’m not. Look how cute he looks! He’s adorable! And if he turns out to be a gay, then I’ll still love him.”
Dad: [shaking] “Christ – I’m going out to the car to smoke eight cigarettes at once.”
But it gets worse…