When I was a kid and you had to have surgery, they knocked you out with ether. Ether is some nasty shit. My first experience was when I had to have some baby teeth surgically removed when I was about 6 years old. I remember them putting some kind of mask over my face and…
I moved to Los Angeles, California from Bay City, Michigan in 1978. I was not a naïve cherub. But there was a lot I was not prepared for. I moved out with a gay (now ex) friend. Our first apartment was in the Hollywood Towers (or as we referred to it the “Hollywoo Towers”). Our…
When I first moved to Los Angeles, I loved Hollywood Boulevard. This was before it was all cleaned up and made Disney-friendly. It was full of wonderfully crazy and bizarre people; and wonderfully crazy and bizarre stores, and you could easily spend an afternoon wandering up and down the Boulevard. Right across from Mann’s Chinese…
When I was growing up, we had many cats, but my favorite had to be Rama. Rama was a purebred Siamese. This was back in the day when Siamese cats were kind of a rarity. He was, what is now called, an “apple head” Siamese – not the triangular-shaped head that is more common now. …
Spending many years in theater, I think I developed a more lax view of modesty than some. I mean, given certain natural variations, we all have the same basic equipment, right? I used to go to a gay (disco) bar (yes – disco, that’s how old this fat old lady is) after performing in a…
In an effort to start blogging on a regular basis, I decided that on TBTs I would either blog about my past or post an actual entry from my diaries! Reading my diaries, which I have kept sporadically over the years, is a shame and a hoot. Absolutely Emo-Terri with a side of body-shame. Holy…
