Tuesday, November 1, 2011

My Bucket List

I like the idea of a bucket list. You know, things you want to do before you kick the bucket.

I'm impressed with people who have lofty goals in their bucket list like.....

.......... I want to climb Mt. Everest
...............I want to swim the English Channel
...........................I want to hike across Spain

Don't those sound intellectual and ambitious?

My bucket list? Not so much....

Here it is in all its glory. Remember, it's a work in progress so I plan to add to it.

1. I want to meet a "swinger". Not BE a swinger or BE WITH a swinger. I just want to talk to a swinger about what it's like.

2. I want to meet a hermaphrodite. I just want to hear their story from their own mouth.

3. I want to play beer pong. I think everyone should have done that in their 20's but somehow I missed out. Or didn't get invited.

4. I want to have a cross dresser as a friend. I want to loan him clothes. (He'll have to be an overweight cross dresser.) I just want to learn what his life is like.

5. I want to take jello shots. Again, no one told me about these when I was at the appropriate age to do it. I was too busy eating magical brownies, I guess.

6. I want to have a friend who has had a sex change operation. I want to know all the details.

Hmmmmm, I wonder if these goals have anything to do with my career choice of social work....

I just love people. And I like to know what makes them work. We're all just so different, so unique - yet so the same on the inside.

I believe that you can give me anyone - rich, poor, smart, dull, fat, skinny, male, female, white, brown - and, on the inside, we're all the same. We all know hurt and shame and pride and longing......

You get my drift.....

Anyway, I've always said that 'social worker' was just a socially acceptable word for 'nosy'.

If you have friends with alternative lifestyles who would like a listening ear, think about having a juvenile party where jello shots are done and beer pong is played and, invite me.


  1. Ok, I could help you with #'s 1, 4, and 6. Come to Boston and I'll introduce you around. :)

  2. ...an interesting list, I might add. Not what I would have guessed for you. Not that I am at all surprised.

  3. Jenn, your problem is that you didn't grow up near San Francisco. I had all that handled by age 22. PLUS I could have taken you dancing at Bondage-a-go-go. :)