Most of you know, I'm not really 24 years old. I mean, of course I'm 24 in all things that matter, but my body has betrayed me and I've had more than 24 birthdays. Once in awhile I'll get an email from an advertiser or a new reader thinking I'm really only 24. I wish that were the case. Sadly, it's not. (Don't tell anyone, but I've got wrinkles!)
Yep, that's me. Sorry I've got sunglasses on in the photo, but I always have sunglasses on if I'm outside. My eyes are very sun sensitive.
I know I'm just about the only blogger in the entire universe who chooses not to post many personal or family pictures. My kids are teens and their privacy is sacred to them. I try to respect that. Sometimes I ask if they'd mind me sharing a photo of them, but most of the time I find it best to leave personal photos out of my posts.
I got an email recently from one of my Internet pals stating she won't even know who I am at the convention this summer because I'm so "reclusive." So there you go, now I've come out of my self-imposed hermit-hood and shared a photo.
Hermit-hood. Yes, it is too a word. Or, at least, it should be a word.
When I began Twenty Four At Heart, I only told a few people in my "real life" about it. I wanted my writing to be anonymous. My anonymity went right out the window awhile back (at least locally). If everyone around here knows who Twenty Four is, I figure you might as well too.
If you're a freak, a stalker, mentally unbalanced or just a creep … remember, I could be lying. Maybe that photo isn't really me at all. Maybe I'm really a 6'5", 250 lb. man with anger management issues.
And a big dick.
If I'm a man, I want to be well hung.
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