I've Got Your Answers - Part 4

Farmer*sWife Asks:

Have you and Casey ever had the "what if" talk about getting married?

[like jay] I also want to know an update on the medical issues and how the MDs are assisting you in dealing with the emotional and physical fear and stress.

[Ne has so many names ;-)] Expanding on her question, where are you planning or hoping to go with your "artistic career"? Is it a side line or do you have big plans to make it all the way?

Tell us something about you that makes you really happy!?

What is your favorite childhood memory?

Dear Farmer*sWife,

The “what if” talk? Not really. I suppose I could elaborate on this. You see, I have always said that I never much intended on getting married and if I did I wouldn’t do it while I was young. Now that youth is passing by I guess that conversation is bound to come up. The only time we ever actually talked about this topic was about a month ago. We have been together for two years and I guess somebody else asked Casey about it so he felt like bringing it up. We talked about it for maybe two minutes. Basically, we both agree that things are good how they are right now so why ruin it?

I think Gary was the one who asked about the medical stuff. You can see the answer in Part 2. I’m still having a lot of problems with anxiety but I don’t trust anyone to help me with it. Wait, is it anxiety or paranoia? I don’t know. Does that mean I’m dying?

I’ve been performing for basically my entire life in one way or another. I miss having it be my entire life. When I moved to New York I went to an academy focused entirely on music, dance, and acting. The idea was to work in Musical Theatre. I quickly learned I would be broke my entire life. I would have to live with roommates and I would never have medical care. So I switched to a real job and every day I miss performing. I don’t know what will happen in the future but I will always wish I was performing somehow somewhere.

Something about me that makes me happy? That is crafty wording and I’m not really sure how to respond. I could say that I’m really happy I’m so freakin’ cool. That sounds cocky though. My tattoos and piercings make me really happy. That is something sort of about me. I don’t know if I understand the question. That makes me unhappy.

I don’t have a favorite childhood memory but I’ll start naming a few good memories off the top of my head. My dad used to drive a .. hmm.. I don’t know what it was called. Like a covered truck or something? A Suburban? It doesn’t matter. He would pick us up from CCD classes (I hated those classes.) and let me, my brother, and the neighbor kids all crawl in the back. Then he would drive trough twisty roads and let us all rumble around screaming with joy. That memory reminds me that he would occasionally pick us up from school in a semi while blasting Frank Zappa. That is bound to get you some attention, right? I remember one particular Christmas when I woke my brother up at 2am and made him come with me to investigate the presents. We went upstairs and found an air hockey table. At the time it was the most exciting thing ever so we played for awhile in the middle of the night. The next morning we were told Santa left us another present and they gave us a cat. I was probably bouncing off the walls that day.

Knot asks: (I just answered right after the questions to make it easier.)

I always do the same questions.

1. Thong, bikini, granny panty, boy short or commando? I switch it up. I have thongs, bikini, and boy shorts. I go commando when necessary but never prefer it. It’s all about what looks best with the outfit you are wearing.

2. Shaved, landing strip or furry and natural? Depends on my mood. Again, I switch it up. Don’t you think this is a little TMI?

3. Length or girth? Seriously doesn’t matter. Worry about the foreplay dude.

4. Most memorable date you have ever been on? Last year for Valentine ’s Day Casey cooked me a fancy dinner and set up a romantic little table in his apt with lit candles and wine. Then he gave me a leather jacket. It was an amazing date. Another Valentine’s date was with a guy in high school who was really charming but he had a huge head. Literally. It was over sized. He came to pick me up at my house. Our driveway is a steep hill. Add that plus snow and bald tires. You get an amusing evening of watching my dad and brother try to shove my date’s car out of the neighbor’s yard. Was that what you meant by memorable?