Much ado about nothing

I always desperately wanted to be gay. Freddie Mercury optimized glorious humanity to me. Then Prince and David Bowie abated my disappointment in my nature, and it was okay to be straight … with a little twist.

As I grow up, I feel a desperate need to remember what drove me to excess … what inspired me to greatness. As the birth of my daughter approaches, I feel the need to try harder … to be larger than life … to be majestic.

Bring it on

So, the woman formerly known as baby (TWFKAB) is heavily pregnant … it’s a girl. As anyone knows, the best thing about having a child is naming it. So far, my suggestions have all been rejected … Jezebel, Rosie, Nene, Queen Mary, Fabulous. I had ideas of having a boy (names lined up are: Elvis, Jesus, Johnny) … teaching him how to fish, how to throw a baseball, how to treat girls … truth is … I have no idea … I have 3 months left to become financially secure, responsible, caring, capable, somewhat slightly less self-absorbed.