(Note: this piece was written in June 2000, right about the time Ian and I separated. For updates to our situation, see the Epilogue.)
Well... this page is probably going to shock or piss off a lot of people, but that can't be helped. Some of you are family; others are real life friends who I haven't seen in a long time. Still others are hopefully readers of my Web journal, Penguin Dust, and found this linked from my journal. I write this for myself; I write this for my friends and family who wonder exactly what's been going on with me for a couple of years. Read and be enlightened, weary travelers. And bear with me; this is going to get long before it's done. This is the story of my life here.
It's impossible to make a long story short, but I'll give it my best shot. Okay. As many of you already know, I am a lesbian. Yes, I'm still married to my husband. This is part of the long story. I wish I could say, "It all started when...", but I can't give a definitive point where I began this journey into myself, nor can I tell you where I've ended up, because I haven't arrived yet. I've gone through a lot -- a LOT -- these last few years, most of which has torn me apart from the inside out and built me back up into someone different. But not, I hope, someone you won't recognize or care about.
I ask only that you approach this with an open mind and not try to invalidate my experiences by dismissing them out of hand. Please keep in mind that I never meant anyone any harm and I have followed my conscience as best I can through everything.
This site is mostly a place for me, Joey, to vent. This means I do a lot of bitching and moaning. I'm a systems administrator, I was in the military, and I used to tattoo people, which means I curse like a fucking French crack whore sailor on speed. If this chaps your ass, feel free to assume the position and take a flying leap.
Behold the hotness that is my girlfriend. Yeah, that's right, bitches.
Design by Neil Turner. Adapted for nefarious purposes by joey.
