Oh, Keoki.
I feel like I need to tell the police to check the crawl space for bodies.
Whatwhatwhat is this look?
My little sister recently found a treasure trove of home movies and sent me some. This is me at a water park in Orlando, Florida, circa 1976, and looking at my young self now I am just FLABBERGASTED to discover HOW INCREDIBLY GAY!GAY!GAY! I was. I’m mincing. I’m posing. I’m pouting. How did I make it to adulthood without angry mobs of rednecks chasing me down and beating me to a bloody pulp? I’m used to seeing old pictures of myself as a child, but nobody swishes in pictures. This is a REVELATION.
Fabulous footage of my grandmother and her Junior League friends giving a garden party fashion show in our back yard. Looks to be mid-1930s from the fashions. Can you believe color film in home movies back then? My grandmother is the only blond in the bunch.
Getting some much-needed IPL laser work done, zapping away the freckles and spider veins. Hurts so good.
(That’s amnio gel on the left side my face)
