Me. High school. Still tender, succulent.

Embarrassing hypermasculinity from 2007. Do not attempt. ⛔

Sweet sixteen 
Ain’t he peachy keen

Me at 16 when I was still a skinny little chicken. 🐥

Who wouldn’t love such a sweet thing as that? 😁

I had a nicely corrupted mind, and loved sneaking down to the back of the yard to smoke my clandestine cigarettes where nobody could see me. 🚬😈

Me, age 16, and my mother. My mom. ❤️

That boy felt FUNNY inside, but he was pretty quiet about it for a few more years. Heck, I knew well before 16.

My brother had already started the “I know you have a secret” stuff. A few years later, I could say the same back to him. 😁

Looking at the pics, I think that I may as well have hung a sign around my neck, but these pics were the exception. I usually looked ready to ride a Harley. uh huh, lol. I preferred Yamahas and Suzukis. Must have been part of the problem.