You make me blush, asking all about me and such! Then again, I should be used to such things since I've had people interview me before but it still makes me blush even now! However, since you asked so nicely, darling, I shall give you what you've asked of me.
*kiss*
I was born in one of the most deserted plains of Kansas, raised in a house with my mother, her husband and four other blue-eyed, blond boys who looked similar to me. My mother was very good to us, loving and caring as well as doing everything for us even when her body was worn down and tired from all the work. From when I was a child until I moved out of there, I did my best to help her out in all the housework. My brothers used to poke fun at me for it but I just ignored them.
Her husband, my biological father, wasn't someone I could ignore. Apparently, my help was labeled "gay", so he would beat me until I couldn't stand. When my mother tried to help, he would turn on her and my brothers were too afraid of him to stand up to him. That mean old, abusive brute had it out for me, called me all sorts of names and I couldn't figure out why until I grew into my teens. Nearing my 16th birthday, I looked into the mirror, at all the bruises, and I finally understood. I wasn't boyish save for my shoulders and my male parts. I was very feminine, I preferred boys to girls and he was jealous of it. So, he tried to make me too broken to go out and let others see me, know that this girly boy is his son.
That was when I figured out that I needed to protect myself. So, for my birthday, with money I saved up, I bought myself a long, slender sword. At the birthday party my mother threw for me, there were people from my school and their parents but I just kept staring at him. The time for cake was here, I made a wish and that was when he realized I stared dead at him the entire night. He made a scene, called me all sorts of fags, queers and gays and when he looked like he was going to strike me, I stood up and unsheathed my beautiful sword, aiming it at his throat. all was quiet, all was still. I told him that the next time he touched me, that it would be the end of him. The guests stared in both horror and admiration. So did my brothers, but my mother was just so surprised. Her husband stared at me and backed away, going into the back rooms. I sheathed my sword and sighed, knowing from the look in my mother's eyes that despite how horrible my father was, she loved him with all her heart.
I couldn't stand the life there anymore. I did what I could to find a way out and with a modeling agent who was just looking for directions, i found my way. Within the year, I had money for a gold Cadillac to match my hair and money to travel as well as give my dear mother for herself.
From there, I had traveled all around to and from the major cities.
