Not particularly sane, with the credentials to prove it.
This whole thing started when I was driving to Toronto, wondering who my perfect man would be. And so – Rowan was born. How ‘perfect man’ equated to ‘scrawny queer with a sex and drug problem’ is anyone’s guess. What can I say, I have strange tastes.
Speaking of strange – Dana is me. At least, a cartoonishly exaggerated me (who else would my perfect man end up with?). A bipolar weirdo with Asperger’s syndrome. Granted, Dana is type 1 – mostly manic, whereas I am… well, the other type.
I am full of surprises to say the least. I am a teacher, an elected councillor, I’ve worked in prisons, spent 10 years in South Korea and China. I even spent several months driving around Toronto, from one death scene to another, transporting the perished to the morgue.
My hobbies change all the time, come out of nowhere and have included playing the oboe, growing orchids and mushrooms, fixing my own car, cross-stitching, reading Tarot cards, collecting lucky cats and doodling in every margin I can find.
There’s a lot of stuff in Flickering Lights that’s based on personal experience, though I can’t say I’ve ever been kicked in the balls, because I don’t have any.
I spend most of my time avoiding the world by immersing myself in my make-believe one.
Flickering Lights 