I was born at a very young age, my mother was a beauty school drop out and my father was Frankie Avalon. we lived a hard life in Wichita Kansas. we had no money and when I tuned 6 I began selling my body for buffalo nickels. I was an only child and I was constantly tormented by my peers at holy rosary school, all of them in their habits making fun of me because I was so poor my habit was made of my mothers extra skin. It was a hard life. I never go to ride the oscar myer weiner dog mobile. But my biggest dream was to model on the cover of Equus. My mother did always tell me i looked like julia roberts. I eventually graduated and i immediately threw off my habit and set sails to the great unknown. I of corse left my mom and dad but i don't think they were that upset, they actually were cheering but idk. I somehow had sailed all the way to the uk where i found the love of my life, Mr. Maddline Poppetire, he was short white and ugly, he made me quiver. I found him in a accidental glory hole. He was just a stud.. Or was it a stool? But anyways it was love at first poke in the eye. We ran off and went to glasgow, we didn't fit in but he said he knew a guy there. So we met up with this guy and turns out it was Natalie nun. I was gobsmacked, she is my idol. We both have the same chin. But she looked down at me and told me we could be twins. I cried. Then i sobbed in her arms, she called me sister. And all of a sudden a train went buy and her wig flew off. She was bald, then i hated her. I packed my bags and ran away, i needed to restart without money or Mr. Maddiline Poppeetire and especially without Natilie Nun. so i ran all the way to canada. It was nice but i couldn't understand a word they were saying. I stayed there for 8 years, i worked in a coal mine and i pretended to be a man so i could wear a strap on out. It was difficult, but i did inevitably fall in love. Her name was Chuie Chuie, she was a independent contractor for singapore. With her dark hair and lumpy body i couldn't resist. We met while i was digging in the mines, she fell down a hole and landed in my arms. She reminded me of my nun sisters because of her unwanting of intimacy. I eventually had to tell her i was a woman. I spend 9 days thinking of how to tell her. I eventually came up with the idea of telling her as we skydived. So we were on the plane, nad i took her hand, and we jumped. As were were falling i held on her and said “ im not just a man, im a wo-man”. She was screaming a lot, and it might of been because we were falling for m1000 feet, but I think it was her shock. I remember it so well, she looked at me and kissed me. Just 2 lesbians falling through the air. We forgot about the world around us, especially that we were falling. We finally stop kissing and we realize how close to the ground we are. We pull the chute but it doesn't go off. A minuit late i wake up an im laying on Chuie Chuies dead body crushed underneath me. The parachute never went off, and her body still lays on that solemn hill. I think about it every day. She saved me, she could of crushed me but she took her life for me. I still feel guilty, and with all the guilt i decided to leave canada. And now i sit here in my living room in Wauwatosa wisconsin typing about my life before i married my cousin and moved here. I've lived a long life but some how im only 26. I think i may leave again, my husband bill doesn't love me, and i don't think i love him anymore. Where should i go? Also looking for a publisher to make a book about me. And did i mention, my name is Deborah Shingels. Yes its real.
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