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This is a page devoted to the other people in my life that have effected me in one way or another...































Christopher MaGarrey

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Chris is one of the more attractive and frustrating people I know. I wish we were closer friends, but I've recently found out that I confuse him. Apparently, he feels uncomfortable around me because he's not always sure what are "safe subjects" to discuss with me or while in my presence. He is one of the cafe regulars, most of which I believe view me as an overbearing tyrant who flies off the handle at the drop of a hat. This really upsets me, and also isn't the case, but I'm not sure what I can do about it.

Chris is one of the first people I came out to about my transsexualism. I was afraid that he would be one of the worst people to mock me, but he surprised me in that he has been one of the most accepting of my situation. (At least, that's how it appears to me). He goes out of his way to refer to me as "Anatole" and in the masculine. If he slips up, I get a sincere "My apologies" and we move on. We've had some very interesting conversations, but these are few and far between, since it's so difficult to get him alone.

Chris is a cocky, cynical, ratbastard, and I love him for it. He's one of the old school goths that have been into the scene since it's humble beginnings in the early '80's. Even though he's jaded and bitter, he's still into the newer music that is changing the gothic scene from what it once was. I can count on him to be at the Vampire Ball most weekends and love to watch him dance. It looks like he is praying to, or prostrating himself before a deity of some sort. It's beautiful.

While Chris and I aren't especially close, I put him on my site because he is one of those people I adore and think about often. Even though we see each other every day on the way to work, as we carpool, I wish that we could get to know one another better, but I have my doubts as to whether this will happen. He has established his social circle, and I think he's comfortable with it where it is... I do have one last thing to say...."Where's that tape you promised me, you bastard?!"


Danny B.

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Dan Barnowski is the quintessential wacky madman from who knows where. He is one of the first people I met upon my return to St. Catharines in ?1996? and up until this year, was one of my closest friends. (This is the classic story of a girl that inadvertently comes between two friends, but I'm NOT going to get into that story.) Dan and I have drifted apart, but are still friends; we just don't hang out much anymore...

Dan helped me to recognize most of my undesirable behaviours, and with his patience and guidance, I slowly changed them (for the most part). He especially helped me to tolerate people, to have consideration for others feelings, and to learn a quite bit of tact... So basically, he taught me social skills. He's been a good friend, always looking at situations objectively and usually giving sound advice.

Dan is a really intelligent guy, and is currently studying history at Brock University. I think he plans to become either a professor or an Indiana Jones...er...I mean....an archeologist. Yeah, that's it! He's got a great eye for cinema and artistic film, and I'll always love discussing such with him.

It's too bad that we've grown apart, but differences in friends, morals and opinions on life have made it impossible to continue a close friendship. I'll always value the years I spent with him as my best friend and I'll always value his opinion.




Jeff Kunsman

Surprise, surprise! I bet most of you didn't know that I used to be engaged!! After much deliberation, I decided that I should say a bit about Jeff. (I won't put his picture up, since I've only got a couple of him, and I don't really want his image on my site. I'll describe him for you though. He was, in 1996, 6'2", 120 lbs., with long blonde curly hair and blue eyes.) Jeff changed my life significantly. He was the first person I really loved, the person I lost my virginity to, and the person who taught me that you can never change someone; you must accept everything about them at face value. Jeff was quite a bit older than I was, six years in fact, but that's not unusual, I prefer older guys. Jeff was a very sweet guy, and loved me a lot. Jeff was also an epileptic that didn't take his medication, a hash addict (which made things really difficult, since I'm allergic to marijuana) and a chronic smoker. He did not have a stable job or any ambition in live, except to collect Pink Floyd and Syd Barrett albums. When I started my relationship with Jeff, he was really obsessed with Syd Barrett and thought he looked a bit like him, which he did. Also, when our relationship started, he was taking his epilepsy medication and smoking hash a couple times a week. I thought I could get him to quit smoking hash and cigarettes. Wow, was I ever naive! We grew very close, and loved each other very much, but soon after we became engaged, things started to fall apart. Jeff was smoking up every day and selling off the majority of his music collection and other things, including gifts I had given him, to support his habit. By the end of the relationship, he had sold off a lot of my CDs, was unemployed, had seizures a couple times a week, and thought he was the reincarnation of Syd Barrett. (Syd Barrett was the original singer and founder of Pink Floyd. He also is still alive and living with his mother in Cambridge, U.K.) In April of 1996, I gave him an ultimatum. He would come with me to St. Catharines, sign himself into a rehab, and sever contacts with his drug ties in Toronto. Of course he didn't/couldn't commit to this, and I moved back to my favourite city in May. I thank Jeff for the lessons he taught me, but am still very bitter about the loss of my 500+ CD collection!!!

k luc

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I used to say that k luc was the most entertaining guy I've never met. Taier would regale me with the most interesting stories about the guy. (My favourite would have to be the time Taier had to funnel feed him sugar. k luc had passed out in the most unlikeliest of places due to his hypoglycemia). I decided, rather rashly, that I never wanted to meet him, as I'd probably kill him. However, Taier has told me that he's changed drastically in the last few years, and since both Taier and Gil knew him, I decided to add him to my ICQ list.

I've only been conversing with k luc for the last week or so, but he has already affected me deeply, and I've found I have a real soft spot for him that goes way beyond the superficial. (Although he is very beautiful...) I've been very upset with the way Taier has been treating me over the last couple of months, but really didn't have anyone to talk to about it, as they don't know him. There was no one that could comfort me beyond hugs and words of sympathy. k luc has given me some very good advice in this situation, helping me to understand what Taier may be thinking, how and why Taier behaves the way he does, and how to go about dealing with it. This has given me an immense amount of relief to know that there is now someone I can turn to.

k luc is such a sweet and passionate person. He's funny and I think we've hit it off quite well. I'm hoping that we will continue to grow closer and look forward to what the future has in store for us. While some of our morals, beliefs and outlooks on life differ, I predict that we will be close friends. Thank you, k luc, for easing the pain of someone you barely know...

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Phoebe

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This is my circus freak runaway, sock stealing Siamese cat, Phoebe. She has helped me to realize what entertainment was like when there weren't inventions such as the television or computers. Phoebe does backkflips. Phoebe runs around that house chasing god knows what and tries to beat me up. Phoebe takes flying leap tackles at her scratching post from across the room. Phoebe leaps onto my shoulder from the floor, and yells at me when I've been away too long or haven't paid enough attention to her. Phoebe is definitely Daddy's Girl, although she pays more attention to Gil than to me when he's here. Phoebe doesn't give kisses, but she lets you know when it's time to pet her. Phoebe gives me love, and I give her food.