Five things most people don't know about me
SEVEN successes??!! I honestly don’t think there were 7 things that happened to me in 2006 that could be described as successes. So it’s going to have to be 5 things that most people don’t know about me. But, before I do that, let me review my post on ‘twenty random things about me' as I may have revealed quite a bit there that people hadn’t known until they read that post.
Ok, much of this is going to be embarrassing, but here it goes…
The first one is in keeping with a recent post of mine – I was born with 'black balls'. By that I mean that I had a large, dark birthmark that covered most of my testicles. It was surgically removed when I was 4 as my parents thought it best if I were not to suffer years of teasing at school. In later life residues of it led to more surgical removal.
I was orphaned when I was 11. My mother died of pneumonia when I was 10, my father died of tuberculosis a year later. Both diseases are very treatable, even way back then, but both of them can easily kill if the circumstances are right.
Because my father was very ill in hospital with tuberculosis, everyone in the school (all 80 pupils and 9 teachers!) had to be tested for the disease. I was staying with very close family friends at the time and we’d all been tested already so I didn’t have to go nor did their one son who was in my class. We were left in the classroom when everyone else went across to the clinic nearby to be tested. The headmistress was in her office so that we weren’t completely alone in the building. My friend and I spent the time sucking each other off in the classroom.
I once had sex with someone (a man, of course), at my house in Cape Town when my wife and kids were upstairs. I had been chatting with him online for ages and he convinced me that it would be alright for him to come round despite my usually subscribing to the maxim of ‘don’t shit on your doorstep’.
One of my most shameful childhood moments was when my mother told my grandmother (she later became my guardian) that I’d been on the beach throwing balls up into the air for my grandmother’s dog to catch. It was shameful because the balls were clumps of sand that burst into the dog’s face and mouth when he tried to catch them. I’ve no idea why I did it as I loved the dog. And since I adored my grandmother, I was beside myself with shame. Many years later, when going through her things after she'd died, I found the letter I wrote to her apologising for my actions.
So there you have it - five things that most people don't know about me, four of which were better left in the closet. I won't be tagging anyone but if anyone feels up to the challenge, be my guest and consider yourself tagged.