About the Author

They say there is no reality, only your perception of such. Accordingly, there can be no real definitive classification for what is normal. Your definition and mine both vary to a wide degree I’m sure. I drink Red Bull with a straw; I eat cake with a spoon. If we could, however, all get together and settle on one universal definition of normal, I can assure you my life would be nowhere near the accepted meaning.

As a homosexual growing up in a religious family from rural Michigan, I have come to adapt my own screwed up, or unique rather, views about life and things that go on around me. I enjoy writing about my experiences, but not in a traditional manner. I don’t write necessarily about just what really happened, I write more so about how what happened was perceived in the off color world of my mind.

It’s a little bit of this, a little bit of that. A little slice of real life topped off with a spin of fiction mixed in; A little celebrity gossip, a little political insight, my thoughts on global warming and open letters to people who don’t exist. I encourage anyone who reads to read with an open mind and experience a slice of my life, realizing that the world does not come to your door as a postcard. It comes to everyone as a blank canvas with a brush waiting for you to interpret it for yourself.

 

This, as warped as it may sometimes sound, is my interpretation.

 

- Michael Hansen