There's not that much to know about me, so I'll just update my 5th grade autobiography (I still have it too, btw) which is somewhat boring to say the least.
I was born in 1966 and am a Virgo, but I am totally not into that stuff. I grew up in a small town in Missouri, near Interstate 70, midway between Kansas City and St. Louis. When I say small, I mean small. The population is roughly 3,500 people. The nearest "big" city was Columbia, MO, which wasn't a big city at all, now that I look back. I grew up on my grandmothers farm in northern Howard County. I have an older sister (one year older) and a younger brother (3 years younger)(I have not spoken to my brother since we had a falling out 15 years ago). My parents still live in the small town where I grew up. I still see them semi-regularly. My mom is not much of a traveler (she did fly out to Virginia to visit two weeks before I moved to California), and my dad has been to San Francisco to visit me. I wouldn't change the experience of growing up in a small town. It had it's pro's and con's. I think I was very sheltered, and that may not have been the best thing....but I am fairly street-smart now and somewhat worldly, or at least I like to think I am. :-)
I spent my youth on my grandmothers farm, exploring the woods, tending to the cattle and chickens (so butch), collecting arrowheads from the creek behind my grandmothers house, etc. I used to love spending as much time as possible at my grandmothers house. She would let me do anything I wanted and I could stay up and watch SNL and pig out on Doritos and Coca-Cola every Saturday night (this was in the late 70's, early 80's). Spending time at my grandmothers house was the best time of my life. I look back and think, "I was the luckiest kid in the world". I think the most influential person in my life is/was my grandmother. Although she died back in 2003, I feel she is still with me. I know this may sound weird, but sometimes I can sense her presense. Now, queue the twilight zone music...
During this time, I also became very good at keeping a low profile, because I was gay and I was afraid that people in school would find out, and subsequently ruin my prepubescent life. In 5th grade, I met Sam. My BEST friend in the whole world. Within the first few days of meeting him on that first day of school, we confided in each other that we were "gay". We weren't even sure what that meant. If it weren't for Sam, I don't know where I'd be today. He was always there for me...and still is. He still lives in central Missouri with his partner.
I am 100% German. My Dad's great-grandmother was from Hanover, Germany. My dad's great-grandfather was from Crainfeld, Germany. They were married in Germany and moved to the USA to start a new life in Warren County, Missouri. My dads other set of great-grandparents came from Bavaria and moved to Pennsylvania, then to Ohio where they stayed until they relocated to Missouri. My mom's ancestors were also from Germany, but sadly, I don't know as much about them as I do of my dad's side. I do know that my mom's family has been in the United States for a LONG time, a lot longer than my dad's side. I am fortunate enough to have a relative that is heavily into genealogy. I have so much detailed documentation of my ancestors, all the way back to the mid 1700's. My paternal great, great grandfather fathered 11 children by 4 wives, and therefore I am related to a LOT of people in central Missouri. In fact, there's a town in Missouri called Boonville that has a population of about 12,000 people. Anytime I go there, I always run on to at least 5 people that I am related to.
Although I'm not that good at genealogy, I do like to dabble in it a bit. Because of genealogy, I know the name of my great, great, great, great grandfather. It is Sebastian von Velten and he was born and died in Crainfeld, Germany. His son Johannes came to the USA when he was a teenager, thus paving the way for my existance. My great, great, great grandmother (Katherine Ebeling) came over from Hanover, Germany around the same time as Johannes. She actually kept a detailed journal of the trip. I have a few photocopied pages, but it's written in German, which I don't understand. GGG Grandmother Katherine was a teacher/professor at a university in Germany. She spoke Latin, German and learned English when she moved to the USA. Maybe I got my smarts from her??
I've had 3, long term relationships in my life, 7 years, 13 years, and 3 years. So with the RIGHT guy, I'm definitely a "LONG TERM" type of guy. I met my first boyfriend in Missouri when I was 17. We were together for 7 years and still remain the good friends. I met my 2nd boyfriend when I was 27 and I moved (in 1993) to Greensboro, North Carolina to be with him. NC, although beautiful, was not an ideal place to set up a gay household (i.e. Jesse Helms). We lived there for almost 2 years, before we decided to move to the exciting metropolis of Richmond, Virginia. Virginia was a beautiful place to live, but still a very gay unfriendly state. It was somewhat laid back, yet still very backwards. Even though I lived in Missouri for 25 years, I still consider Virginia my home, since I have so many good friends there. I miss it in a way. I love San Francisco, but if I had to move, it'd definitely be to go back to Virginia. I visited Virginia in March 2008 for the first time since leaving. It felt a bit foreign to me, although it still felt good to be back. But I think I've been spoiled by living in the bay area for 3 years. Virginia is somewhat boring...but it was all I knew for many years. I don't feel a connection to Missouri anymore. My immediate family lives there, but it (Missouri) seems so long ago and far away to me. I don't think I could ever live there again. The last time I was there was three years ago. I stopped while en route to start a new life in California. I'm ashamed to say this, but I had planned on staying two days, but only stayed one. I think it was due to the pending excitement of going to SF more than anything, but a bit of it was due to boredom.
I've had a host of jobs since I was 18. I worked in a clothing factory in my hometown, while going to school at the University of Missouri. After this job, I moved to NC and found the best job I'd ever had. I was an international telephone operator for a large telecommunications company. I LOVED that job. It was one of those rare jobs that comes along once in a lifetime. I actually looked forward to going to work everyday. I worked there for 2 years before going to my next job in Virginia. I was sad to leave.
It was in Virginia that I got into the medical field. I got a job at the Medical College of Virginia soon after moving there. I was a "hospital operator". Not a glamorous job, but it got me in the door. I worked at the switchboard for several years. Eventually, I became a supervisor, and on my 9th anniversary of working there, I was promoted to supervisor of the hospital Transfer Center. It was an exciting job and I learned a LOT about how hospitals work, medical issues, complying with strict laws pertaining to hospital to hospital transfers.It was a very intense job, which required a lot of attention to detail. I loved it that the doctors and nurses treated me as an equal, and would often ask for my opinion on certain issues relating to transfers. I still keep in touch with several of the doctors. The hours sucked though, and I hated being on call all of the time.
Then I met my 3rd boyfriend. We had a good relationship but it turns out, we were better suited as friends. I met him in Virginia and we both moved to San Francisco in May of 2005. There is a very interesting story as to why we moved to San Francisco, but I won't go into it here. We are still friends. He has a new boyfriend now though, so I rarely see him anymore.
So, my life has changed quite drastically during the past year or so. I'm adjusting to being single, and it IS an adjustment. This is the first time in my life (since the age of 18) that I've been single and unattached. I'm not quite sure how things work in the gay dating world, but I'm learning. I know that the perfect man is out there for me, I just wish he'd make himself known to me. Not that I'm necessarily "looking" (well, maybe) (ok, I am) for a boyfriend, but it would be nice to have someone to share life with....someone to kiss each day and cuddle with on rainy Sunday mornings. Sigh....... Is that asking a lot??
PS: I've gotten several e-mails and comments from people wanting to know who all of these lyrics are for... They're not (necessarily) meant for any specific person at all. I just like lyrics....a LOT. But the lyrics do represent something for me....how I'm feeling at the moment, etc.
To be continued.......
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