Let Me Get Uhhhh...

 As my first draft, I shall tell my story as it is—just as it would come out of my mouth, in the rare event that I have had just enough to drink and not only I but the people around me are ready for such a story. My beautiful aunt brought A wonderful man into our family about 15 years ago. It all begins with a fairytale, "I met him at a bar." My tia has always been a very cool influence in my life. She always pushed me to lead by my drive and follow my heart. But only if that meant being the very best at what I was doing. Her now partner invited me and my sister to join them on a trip to Belize and sail on a boat. I have never been out of the country. I expedite my passport and sign on for this excellent opportunity for a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. I buy a waterproof camera, designer swimsuits, and Prada glasses. You know, because I wanted to fit in with my aunt's new bougie lifestyle. All of the designer crap didn't help me navigate an airport for the first time. 

 whew is it nice to finally get through the process of creating a name that is not taken. Misspinks is a popular name I guess. So is Mrspinks Mspinks Mrpinks Mpink... I have never been original past my unstable mentality. But Misspinks is my thing. I began using it after hearing on a podcast. The host had a dog named Mr. Pinkerton... i thought that was the cutest thing ever. The first chance I got, I named something Mr. Pinkerton. This was when my boyfriend bought me a giant pink unicorn from HEB. I couldn't tell you when my fascination with unicorns began, but I assume it was around this time... Mr. Pinkerton was immediately a comfort stuffy. At night, I held Mr Pinkerton against my belly with my hands weaved under his armpits, meeting securely under his head..... the bottom of his stuffed animal body met the nook of my body perfectly......Daniel held me a simular way.  (this is one of those moments when I recall something simple from my past that screams I was gay) Mr Pinkerton h