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The interview meme returns, via anarqueso

anarqueso asks me:

1. What was going on in your life when you met Formaldehyde?

That's a toughie, if only because I don't remember our specific meeting.

I suspect we met during the spring or summer of 1989. I had just finished my first year at Antioch. If it was the summer of 1989 (which is likely), I was back in Pittsburgh for the summer, and had shacked up with Don. Don is, among other things, Monica's brother. I was neither the first woman to leave Don for Monica, nor was I the last, though that's another story.

I was also getting ready to go to the Middle East. In the fall of 1989 I went on the Great Lakes Jerusalem Program, which was a study semester dedicated to studying the Palestinian/Israeli conflict. Heavy stuff, especially for an 18-going-on-19-year-old little punk rock girl.

That summer, Monica and I went on a trip to visit H.W.S.R.N. Among other things, I needed to see him before I went off to war.

Also, I was long-distancely in love with a red-headed boy named Jeff. He was the one who wrote to tell me that Stacey had died in a car accident.

And when we all took acid, I put on swim goggles and Monica sat above me and blew soap bubbles at my face. Good times.



2. Tell me some things about having been adopted.

What sorts of things? I can tell you that when I met my birthmother's family, it was really fucking exciting to finally meet some people who actually looked like me. People who, among other things, share my allergy to Band-Aids.

It sucked not knowing if I had siblings, and, as my birthmother is dead and no one seems to know who my birthfather was (other than that his name is "Bill"), it's still a question on my mind.

High School biology class sucked ass. We always had all these assignments like "draw a chart of eye color in your family," which, if you're not genetically related to your family, is a sure way to get an F. I asked what to do if you were adopted and the teacher said to do your best friend's family. OK, first of all, how weird would it be to asking your best friend's mother those questions, and secondly, my best friend at the time (ratphooey) was adopted too. I made it up. And failed.



3. What kind of Jew are you?

I would have answered this question really differently about a year ago. I used to be fairly observant (somewhere in the Conservative/Reconstructionist end of things), and then it started striking me that all religion, any religion, is really just a whole big pile of superstition. Whether it's fasting or putting ashes on your forehead or burning incense or whatever. Now I'd say I'm a "cultural Jew" and leave it at that.

Oh, yea, and vegetarian chopped liver kicks ass.


4. Who was your first love?

Ah, the politics of that question.

The simplest answer is Aaron ... Aaron Benedict? I think that's likely his last name. We were 12 or 13, and went to summer camp together. We never did anything more risque than hold hands, but oh, how magical it felt to hold hands.


5. What's the best thing you're doing for yourself lately?

I suppose quitting smoking, although anyone who read my journal last night knows how well that's going at the moment.

I don't feel like I'm doing much for myself lately. I don't feel like I deserve much of anything lately.


Thanks for asking.



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1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.
Tags: adoption, anarqueso, antioch, don, formaldehyde, h.w.s.r.n., israel, jew, love, queenama, smoking
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