Monthly Archives: October 2008

On Being Adopted

This has come up several times in the last few days for me, so I take that as a sign to write about it.

I was adopted as an infant.

My parents thought they could not have children and after several years of trying with nothing to show for it, they opted to adopt.

All I know of my life before adoption is this:
– I was called “Baby Ambrose” by the sisters and nurses where I was kept;
– My first birth certificate lists no mother and no father;
– I was adopted through a Catholic Social Services center;
– The adoption records are sealed.

I was not told about my adoption by my parents. I found out about it on accident. As a preteen I was looking for my Social Security card and in the lock box with it was a copy of the adoption record. Let’s just say that discussion went “well” with my parents (the start of many…). I’m sure they had their reasons for not telling me, and at this point I don’t remember what they were or if they were even discussed. I haven’t asked again about it since then.

I once started down the road to find my biologicals. After discovering where the records where stored, I found out that both biologicals have to agree to have the record unsealed before I can be told anything. I would have to pay a large sum of money to start this process, with no guarantee or refund if neither biological wanted to remain anonymous. They also required a few months of counseling sessions before being told as well.

At that point I changed my mind. I’ve thought about it a few times—okay, more than a few—but just haven’t gone down that road again.

Sure I would like to know the answer to “Why?”, but is it really any of my business?

At this point in my life I am more interested in my medical history. What can I expect as far as genetic diseases and hereditary conditions? Hell, even how well do they age? Am I going to hit 40 my body just go “blah”? Is there a history of any kind of cancer I should be screening for now? All seemingly random questions that I think a lot of people take for granted.

And I’m curious about siblings—do I have a continuing blood-line out there or am I the last stop in my genetic lineage? Or a twin? There’s some speculation to that as well.

There are a few people who speculate that one of my biologicals is known to me already. Maybe time will tell.

Until next time...

TMI Thursday, still…

The “Adult Questions – Don’t Be a Pussy” meme. I’m not going to tag anyone on this, but feel free to steal it and provide your own answers… and I stole this from Alexander.

1. Is there anyone on your blogroll you would have sex with?

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
I don’t know… depends on my mood.

3. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?

4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?

5. Shower or bath while having sex?
Neither. Soap burns.

6. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?

7. Do you love someone on your blogroll?
Technically, no. But hold dear, yes.

8. Love or Money?
I can buy love with money.

9. Credit cards or cash?
Debit and my pin.

10. Have you ever wanted a best friend?

11. Camping or a 5 star hotel?
I don’t think I’m uppity enough for a 5 star hotel, and I can’t get anyone to take me camping…

12. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?
In my butt?

13. Would you shave your entire body (including your head)?
No. Never going to happen.

14. Have you ever been to a strip club?
Yes. Straight strip club.

15. Ever been to a bar?

16. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?
Yes, but only straight ones.

17. Ever been so drunk someone else had to carry you?
Carry, no. Drag, yes.

18. Had sex in a movie theater?
No… no ones seems to want to.

19. Had sex in a bathroom?

20. Have you ever had sex at work?

21. Ever been to an adult store?
As in adult book store? Yes.

22. Bought something from an adult store?

23. Have you been caught having sex ?

24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?

25. Ever had sex with someone and called them by the wrong name?

Until next time...

Gym Time?

I really need to get to the gym. It’s been about a year since the last time I stepped through the doors of previously said gym.

I sit on my behind for at least 10 hours a day in front of either a series of computers or in my tattoo shop. It’s not healthy to sit that much. And yet—I do.

I just have zero motivation. I know I need to exercise more. I just can’t connect the “know” with the “do”.

And why can’t I ever have this to look at where I go?

Seeing him in the locker room alone would be incentive enough to go every single day.

Actually—I probably wouldn’t be able to get out of the shower….

Until next time...