Post by tossi3 on Dec 28, 2011 22:56:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee, border: #59b1ba 5px solid; width: 400px; height: 500px;] hey there. the name's BENJAMIN FRAISER CLARK! i go by BEN OR MR. CLARK if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am TWENTY-SIX & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm HOMOSEXUAL? & that I'm from HOUSTON, TX? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, CHOIR CLASS is calling. see ya'! bee tee dubs, i'm a GRADUATE. HISTORY, my history? well, it isn't terribly exciting.. but I suppose I could share it with you. I was born in houston, texas, into a loving family of four, including myself. I was the youngest of our family, with my older brother, steven, being seven at the time I was born. he wasn't too excited about my being born, and constantly tried to outshine me for attention. but, being a baby, I didn't really care. I knew that my parents would be giving me more attention. because I was.. well, a baby. my family wasn't very religious, but my parents often brought me to church on sunday, along with steven. according to them, I was a crier. ha-ha, even now, that's still true. time went on, and I entered school. my parents knew I was different, ever since I could talk. I wasn't interested in things that steven tried showing me, or teaching me. I liked more.. feminine things. shoes, clothes, my hair. not sports, or video games. I was never into those things, for some reason. my gay side started to show when I became a little older, around five years old, and I started wanting to wear my mom's clothes instead of the ones she picked for me. my father was worried, to say the least. my mom and brother were accepting of it, thankfully. there was one time at school where a girl tried kissing me on the cheek, but I pushed her away. that should have been a dead giveaway, right? I thought so to. more time went on, and I entered middle school at age twelve. my style changed a lot from when I was in elementary school. I wore tight, colored jeans instead of the baggy ones my brother wore. I also wore tight shirts to go with them. and the occasional vest to go over it. singing was also one of my favorite things to do. by this time, I knew I was different from anyone else. back then, the kids in my school were less than accepting of gays, and they constantly picked on and bullied me. but I never let it get to me. just like it shouldn't get to anyone else. my mom was proud of me, and my brother, well.. he tried his hardest to keep the bullying at bay. he was nineteen at that time, and in college. my brother was the brawn of the family, while I was the brains. I made straight a's, and he earned a scholarship to go to UNT for football. mom and dad were very proud of him. and so was I. I mean, he's my brother. I cared about him. a few years later, when I was a sophomore in high school, my brother developed some sort of cancer. I forget what kind it was.. but it sudden. we didn't catch it until it was too late. It spread pretty quickly.. and that summer, he passed away. we were all distressed, but mom and I knew that he moved on to a better place, just like everyone did when they died. my mom relished the time she had left with me, but my dad had fallen into a funk in that past year. he lost weight, sleep, and his health started to deterierate. this worried mom really badly, but after a few trips to a therapist, he regained his health and was an overall happier person. he started going to church again, too. In high school, that was were my love for music and singing grew very quickly. I developed a large interest in musicals, and I had joined the choir program that my school offered. I was a hit among the girls. they absolutely loved me. sure, they knew I was gay, but they sure didn't care. and neither did I. I was in it for the singing, anyways. I graduated on a distinguished plan, and was accepted to many colleges; I even got a full ride to a few of them. but sadly, none of them were in new york. the place of dreams.. so, I decided to go to the closest one I knew; hartford. it wasn't the absolute best, but it was enough for my love of music and theater to further go on. throughout college, I delved myself into musical theatre. I trained with a vocal coach for a good amount of time, until I was satisfied with what I had. I was in many plays, and even a guest star in a broadway show at one point. broadway.. it's my dream one day to be on that stage permanently. but instead, after I graduated from hartford, I became a choir teacher there. to teach the students what I know, to teach them that singing is a way of life, an addiction that you can never satisfy. and that's exactly what it is. PERSONALITY, the first thing you need to know about me is that I'm very dramatic. I'm an emotional, dramatic mess and I don't care who knows it. I cry at the littlest things, and I make a scene out of even smaller things. and to those who don't like that; fuck off. it's who I am, and it's who I'm gonna be. I don't take shit from anyone, especially those who think their better than me. because your not. you're maybe better than a can of soup. and that's saying a lot. outside of music and theatre, I'm a shy person who doesn't speaking unless spoken to. I know, weird, right? but it's true. I'm like a mouse outside of all that. but if you get me drunk; forget about it. I'm flirty, outgoing, and I'll probably jump you if you're attractive enough. I've been told by a few people that I'm an extremely good kisser, so. yeah. you got that to look forward to, I guess~ I also have that protective instinct; you get in my friends' faces, I kill you. It's as simple as that. I got enough crap for it in high school, I don't want to see my friends and students getting put through that. It's not gonna fly with me. but I guess if you get to know me well enough, I'm a pretty outspoken, kind person who speaks for what I believe in, and what seems right for the world. I would do anything for my friends, and even more for my loved ones. I guess it all depends, huh? APPEARANCE, as for style, that's where I sort of decline. I wear the brightest jeans you could possibly find; lime green, yellow, sky blue, bright red, all that jazz. It's what I've always liked, and I won't take crap from anyone. remember that. as for my top part, I like graphic tees. like shirts that have things from my favorite musicals, or shirts with my favorite bands and singers on them. I also like vests, like this, over a white long sleeve shirt. It makes me feel important. my closet it filled with all sorts of different colored skinny jeans; different band and musical t-shirts, and converse. oh my god, converse. I love that shoe brand so. much. THE ROLEPLAYER, pfft. you know me like the back of your hand already. right? ... right? :c |
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