"One day, the Earth was blessed with the sexiest man on Earth. Upon seeing him, they [aka the people] could not bear his sexiness and exploded."
- Nate Shapiro reading his autobiography
(Source: Bob reading his autobiography, titled "The Book of Bob", SMG4, "Mario Preschool")
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Me: It is Perfectly Normal to struggle while doing visual tasks in the dark, and fumbling while plugging in my phone is a neutral act. It has been over a decade, can you please just-
The Thing Inside My Brain:
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I walked into Barnes & Noble to see that Prince Hamlet was the cashier and he was trying to sell his autobiography in play form, Hamlet. He didn’t know who Shakespeare is.
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Autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful. A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats.
– George Orwell, George Orwell: As I please, 1943-1946 (David R. Godine Publisher, 2000(
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Pete Wharmby has written a book about autism. According to his page:
If you're interested in autistic special interests and hyperfocus then you might enjoy my first book which is about how my interests have shaped my life.
Pete Wharmby, Autistic Author
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EARLY DAZE...
This is how I looked and dressed (and felt), as a teenage "girl" growing up as an assumed teenage "boy" in the mid-70's during my middle and high school days... wearing a slightly oversized tee-shirt, cut-off jeans (and yes, cut off this short - it was the fashion for both boys and girls back then...), even the Chucks... My hair wasn't this long, though, as Dad was, after all, retired Navy, and I can't count the number of times he said, "No son of mine's gonna have long hippie hair..." as he marched my brother and me to barber shop in town...
By the time I was in my early "tweens," I knew I was not like the guys I went to school with or hung out with in my neighborhood... and I felt this way all the time, even as I shared a room with my younger brother - which I did shortly after he was born all the way through to graduation and going off to college...
My pre-teen years - pre-school through grammar school, I'd always preferred the company of girls, long before guys "discovered" girls and began preferring their company for the obvious, different reasons...
My best friends were Jill, across the street, Diane on the corner two doors down to the right, and Janie, on the corner, two doors to the left.
We played together, with the boys in the neighborhood of course, but also just us - with their Barbies and baby-dolls and doll houses and play-kitchens... and as far as I could tell, none of us thought anything about it... We were "always" at each other's houses... but I felt "guilty" not having the same kinds of toys to share with them when they were at my house, though we did color and play boardgames and do puzzles - and watch TV, of course...
I didn't give any thought to how we might be "different" - other than their haircuts and clothes... and I recognized that sometimes I found myself wanting to wear the dresses and knee socks they wore... but also knew I couldn't it bring up to my parents... (as a side note, being in the Cub Scouts in those days allowed me to wear knee socks... which was - almost - everything I'd imagined)...
Things didn't become confusing until we moved to a small town in another state just before I went into the sixth grade - and as I was moving into puberty... as the new kid, I had to wrestle with being the new kid, especially among kids who were already discovering adolescent sexual expression and feelings...
...this is the beginning of mine...
More to follow...
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Ghost: i tell people I know how to kill someone and get rid of the body for my story, and they all say "cool!"
Ghost: but then I say it's an autobiography and suddenly I'm a 'monster'
Ghost:
Price: simon, it's 3am, please let me sleep
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Anne Jane Thornton, a 15-year-old girl, dressed as a cabin boy on a transatlantic voyage to find the man she loved, who had gone to America in 1832. On arrival, she found he had died so she took posts on other ships, calling herself Jim Thornton. On her return crossing to London on The Sarah, a crew member noticed that she was a woman and she was taken to the ship's captain, who kept her on as a crewman.
"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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