First, THE RULES:
1. All right, here are the rules.
2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
4. People who are tagged write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
5. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

I was tagged quite a long time ago to participate in the above blog-meme — though not comment-warned, as per the rules! — and, well, I’ll let the facts explain why I’ve chosen to participate.

8 Thisses and Thats:

1. I do not acquiesce easily to social pressure
   There could be a mountain of blow on a mirrored coffee table at some awesome party and I would not partake, even if all the cool (and/or fuckable) guys there urged me to do so; I’ve been that person and that person is a person I do not like.
   I’ll ride a rollercoaster to see what it’s like, not because a group of friends whose idea of fun is spending the entire day with their guts in an uproar want me to.
   I do not respond favourably to public dares to write eight random facts/habits about myself.
   And yet, here we are. So let me explain.
   There is no reasonable explanation so I’ll make one up using something true: I was tagged to participate in this meme by the lethally fabulous HunterGrayson (of Lethally Fabulous: The HunterGrayson Story fame), someone I respect and would definitely want to hang with, if we didn’t live on nearly-opposite sides of the continent, that is. I would probably not have acquiesced at all, if not for the fact that HunterGrayson is possessed of more talent, smarts, style and cool than seems appropriate for someone whose age, I was shocked to learn, is half of my own. Shocked because, at the time of this writing, he’s six years younger than I was when…
2. I became a man at the age of 31
   I’m not sure when, exactly, I became “adult”, though I do know it hadn’t happened by the time I turned 18. Despite the fact that I was involved in an 8½ year relationship at 23 (with the first man I ever kissed!), it wasn’t until I decamped to Toronto at 31 that I entered the trajectory in which I find myself still. At 31, I fell in real love for the very first time, discovered activism, casual sex and some degree of self-awareness.
   It is this last point to which I refer when I say that “I became a man.”
3. I have been exceedingly lucky in love
   I say “lucky”, despite my nonbelief in that particular concept, because it’s kinda unseemly to refer to matters of the heart in ways not involving a soupçon of serendipity. I am still friends with all but one of my still-living ex-boyfriends, and a few among those I would consider best friends. They — and my personal evolution while with them — are largely responsible for the person that I am today.
   I salute them all (except that one) with continued love and much affection.
4. I’m a Myers-Briggs ENTJ
   I’ve tested myself at various stages throughout the last 20 years and my score is almost exactly the same today as it was then. I don’t subscribe to the rigid compartmentalization of personality tests — which may or may not be part of an ENTJ’s make-up, and I don’t care, but if you do, please look it up and keep it to yourself — but I have given the results of the test cursory look-sees and can’t find much with which to disagree.
5. I have never had a pet in my entire life
   Except for a few turtles in the years which my memory no longer serves, I mean. No cats, dogs, carrier pigeons or marmosets. No goldfish, kissing fish or puffer fish. No ferrets or boa constrictors or tarantulas. I don’t feel my life has suffered for this petlessness, but I do think a dog would be nice in the near future. A nice, big, chocolate Labrador, maybe? I will name him Bruce.
   Bruce Willis.
6. Self-esteem is not a problem for me
   I am also brilliant, kind, well-built, charismatic, handsome, irresistible to both women & men and extremely hot. And superhung.
7. When I’ve done something wrong, I do have trouble sleeping
   That includes something mean or hypocritical or careless, or if I say I’ll do something and don’t. I apologize right now to those to whom I’ve been mean or hypocritical or careless, and to whom I have promised and not delivered. I also apologize to Kenny C______, who was my best friend when I was 9 but who I shunned a few years later because he was so ridiculously effeminate as to draw lots of the wrong kind of attention, the kind of attention with which I did not want to be associated, even though I had no idea that I was then — and would always be — a Kinsey 6.
   Sorry, Kenny. I’m still haunted by my betrayal.
8. Bourbon is my drink in the colder months, tequila in the warmer months and martinis year-round
   And I’ve never met a “total top” who’s even 5% as masculine as he thinks he is. Oops, I guess that’s 9 facts, isn’t it?

Tag, You’re It

Your choice to participate or not to participate in this memetic experiment will not affect the way I think about you or your awesome blogs, or the degree to which I’ll pimp y’all out. And, good golly, if you’ve already participated, won’t I be embarrassed:

• Amusements of an Italoanglimerican
• Jeez Jon
• Knit Like A Man
• Lasting Ephemera
• My Tragic Right Hip
• Something to be Desired
• yes, I can count. Don’t push it.