"I was a lunch lady."

What's this?
It's me doing part of my duties when I worked at camp when I was younger, much younger, serving at mealtime to the hooligans.

Changing the Oil

How about seeing something before you won't see now? *wink*

Here I am changing the oil on my dad's car.

I don't know what I was thinking. ...or if I was. *wink*

YUCK! ...dirty hands.

Make-Up: Baby Brandon Baker

I debated about this and for at this point, haven't really posted any photos from when I was little. This blog is about what it's like to live in the porn and escorting world. It's supposed to be about living as a person that I created. Very often, it's about a character that I created, not about the real me.
I can't really say, Baby Brandon Baker, 'cause it's not, but when I am searching for this in the future, I want to have a simple title to remember what to search by and what I want to come up when other people search for it.

I don't have to focus on the past, I have the future to do what I want and the present to talk about and relay as stories.

When I was escorting, I was not trying to sell the real me, when it crossed over, that was that, but being an escort is not so much about being yourself. It gave me the opportunity to literally live as someone else that I wanted to. As time went on, the two people, Brandon Baker and my legal name blended. There are times it's very hard to separate, and times I just don't want to.
This last time I was home, I grabbed a few photos from my past and my dad scanned them.
Now I want to show what helped to make the character Brandon Baker, Brandon Baker.

Gawsh, if you can't tell I was a homo back then, I don't know what's up. This is me being a "waiter" at our church chicken bar-b-q.
Yes, my natural hair color is red, and if I didn't truly believe blonds have more fun, it still would be.

My brother and I. He's the little brother although when he calls me nowadays, it's, "What's up little brother?" He's crazy.

Swimming somewhere, man I needed a haircut.

Oh my gosh, under-roos, that's hot. I had a tan back then. I need one now.

I think this fourth grade. I had to do a report AS a president ABOUT the president, and I chose William Howard Taft. I was so sick of everyone doing a report on John F. Kennedy or Lincoln, so I said, I want to tell about the one no one else will and picked an obscure leader of the country.

While none of those have a direct impact on what I do now, it's still fun and more of the what makes me up, at least, the real me. ...and a little of that has to go into the other me. *wink*
If you don't think I have schizophrenia now, you are correct.