well i'm not entirely sure how i should go about introducing myself.
i suppose i'll start with some basics.
hi, my name is Damian. or at least that's what a lot of people call me.
i am 19, and attend a makeup school. one of the few, and only makeup schools in the country, let alone here in Texas.
i was born about 19 years ago in california, in a small, yet quaint hospital to a crazy mother and kind father.
at two weeks old, my father passed away. my manic depressive mother who was a cosmetologist at the time decided that there was no way that she was going to give me up to any of the family members who offered to raise me, and picked up her belongings and left. this was when i had moved to washington.
in all honesty, most of my life feels like...a daze. or a dream.
i can't really recall many events in my life, only things like my obsessions with the little mermaid, barbie dolls, my first memory of looking in the mirror, or listening to music and just wanting to sleep all of the time.
washington from what i remember was a fun and completely peaceful place, much unlike california where i later moved back to at the age of 11 or so. orange county to be precise.
a few years of teasing in california had shocked me to my core, mostly because i had never been made fun of before.
it didn't take long until high school kicked in and i became a force to be reckoned with, something i felt i had to be in order to properly live my life. being in every club in my school and being overly outgoing had proven to make me genuinely liked and popular, and i really loved it. at least until i was moved to texas for my senior year.
texas was much like middle school in california, but by this time i had already gained my confidence and didn't feel threatened by...well, anyone. this entire time, including when i was 11, i was struggling with manic depression and trying to piece my life together and actually think about what i wanted in life.
the only thing i ever really wanted was to be beautiful and to be happy. even as a child, that's all i wanted.
i wanted, and still want, the face of a beautiful woman, and the body of a male.
at this time, i'm not entirely sure as to what i've already written because as i think i may have mentioned, i feel as if i live in a dream or that i'm constantly in a daze. i guess i'm waiting until i wake up. or something.
one thing is for sure; i don't intend on living a life like everyone else.
and i certainly am not giving up my individuality to live my life.
right now, being hit on by 'straight' men, sitting in front of my vanity for hours every morning, and being called, 'plastic' and 'unreal' i feel more like myself, or more like i'm actually aiming for my ideals, than i ever have before.
and i hope that people don't assume that i'm not 'real' or 'realistic' because i wear makeup. how very ridiculous.
either way, my name is Damian. but you can call me Marilyn.
i hope that may suffice as an introduction, or at least a friendly hello or how do you do, and it's lovely meeting any and everyone.
Hi Marilyn, :icon_wave:
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Wow that font is hard on these old eyes. I have often thought of going back to school for makeup or electrolysis.
Hugs and Love,
Janet