it's all talk
5.08.2003
in case any of ya'll actually are curious about who exactly taylor is, here you are.
also, there's his picture ------> *sigh* ¶ 21:23
also, there's his picture ------> *sigh* ¶ 21:23
5.07.2003
when i was in second or third grade, my class studied a unit on animals. in the midst of my teacher explaining the physiology of the frog, i, bursting with excitement, threw off my shoe and sock, and hopped around the room, desk to desk, unabashedly displaying the toes of my right foot while repeatedly claiming relation to the ampibious world.
trevor howell, brilliant man that he is, proceeded to call me "web-footed amphibian freak" to my face. it's even scrawled, years after the incident, in my 6th grade yearbook. see, the kids were a tad grossed out by my abnormality; i wasnt supposed to be froggish. the worst thing one could do at that age, in fact, was to be different. i ended up wearing sneakers for years.
i used to deny that my toes were "weird" to anyone that asked - at basketball camp one summer, a teammate had "heard," and wanted to see. i showed her my left foot only, saying, "see? completely normal..."
i wear sandals on a daily basis now. but ive learned to contort my ankle, to twist my foot down or up, to hide those little piggies. when i stand, i cross my right foot behind my left, as if i am standing in some deranged ballet position. when i sit, i plop my left foot on top of my right. that's why one of my flipflops is always dirtier than the other.
it's called syndactyly. at a young age, my parents didnt want to risk putting me under general anethesia. growing up, one sports season ran into the other without pause.
now, however, i have a chance to undergo the procedure - requiring a 2 hour surgery, a skin graft, 10 days of complete immobility, and two weeks of follow-up care. i can fit it in in august, right before i go back to school.
that could mean no more stares; a sexy pair of open-toed shoes; and all of my whipped-cream licking fantasies given a greater potential of realization.
still, looking at susie's framed portrait of them makes me feel like chopping up who i am for the sake of normality isnt...quite...
thoughts? ¶ 00:05
trevor howell, brilliant man that he is, proceeded to call me "web-footed amphibian freak" to my face. it's even scrawled, years after the incident, in my 6th grade yearbook. see, the kids were a tad grossed out by my abnormality; i wasnt supposed to be froggish. the worst thing one could do at that age, in fact, was to be different. i ended up wearing sneakers for years.
i used to deny that my toes were "weird" to anyone that asked - at basketball camp one summer, a teammate had "heard," and wanted to see. i showed her my left foot only, saying, "see? completely normal..."
i wear sandals on a daily basis now. but ive learned to contort my ankle, to twist my foot down or up, to hide those little piggies. when i stand, i cross my right foot behind my left, as if i am standing in some deranged ballet position. when i sit, i plop my left foot on top of my right. that's why one of my flipflops is always dirtier than the other.
it's called syndactyly. at a young age, my parents didnt want to risk putting me under general anethesia. growing up, one sports season ran into the other without pause.
now, however, i have a chance to undergo the procedure - requiring a 2 hour surgery, a skin graft, 10 days of complete immobility, and two weeks of follow-up care. i can fit it in in august, right before i go back to school.
that could mean no more stares; a sexy pair of open-toed shoes; and all of my whipped-cream licking fantasies given a greater potential of realization.
still, looking at susie's framed portrait of them makes me feel like chopping up who i am for the sake of normality isnt...quite...
thoughts? ¶ 00:05
