Sasha Thomas Darlings
» STD, but I'd really prefer Sasha. «
born on October twentieth.
nineteen years young.
standing tall at five feet, nine inches.
Fit, buff, and toned physique.
the irresistible mister Rock-n-Roll
» STD, but I'd really prefer Sasha. «
born on October twentieth.
nineteen years young.
standing tall at five feet, nine inches.
Fit, buff, and toned physique.
the irresistible mister Rock-n-Roll
- »»-----------------let's make history.
- I was born just shy of midnight in what was, at the time, Thunderbird Samaritan Hospital in Arizona. It was later renamed Banner Thunderbird. My mom says I just popped right out - she barely had time to get to the hospital and even less time in the room before I was born. I first started playing the bass when I was six - my father taught me the little he knew and then handed me over to a private coach when I showed interest in taking it farther. My coach, Landan, taught me all the way up until I was sent away. He was actually my first gay crush.
I started my first band in junior high, Feveright. At the time, I did nothing more than play bass and manage. Feveright broke up just a few months after we started, but we did play three gigs in that time. It was rather an achievement. After that, I didn't go searching for people to play with; I let them find me instead.
Collin, my drummer, moved in next door my sophomore year; Ryan, my lead guitarist, sat next to me in three classes that year as well; Chris, my back-up vocals, got kicked out of the chior and into my systematics class for rebel-rousing. She refused to sing main vocals, though, and Collin couldn't sing to save his life. Ryan was good enough, but the band refused to accept him as the vocals until I stepped up to the mic, too. So I did. And I blew them away. I hadn't realized I could sing so well before, but from that point on, I played bass and sang vocals.
After a couple shows, Bright'n'Bushy had a helluva fan base. I picked up a dude at one of our club performances, we had a little fun in the back of the van before the rest of the band was ready to leave, and then we dated for almost six months after that. At that point, Leo started getting antsy, wanting to tell people, and I agreed. I didn't like keeping secrets. We started with his parents, down in Surprise - they took it very well, considering they had been the picture perfect family before this bit of information. Then we went to talk to my parents. Who didn't take it as well.
They took away my car, all priviledges.... my guitar. Mom would scream at me for ours, saying I was shaming the family. Peter, my step dad, beat me when she was gone, which she was a lot more often. My little brother started following me around the house yelling about "homo-germs", for Christ's sake! So I decided, ******** that. I snuck into my parents room while they were both out getting smashed and took back my guitar, took all the money I could get my hands on, packed a bag really quickly and then I was out of there. I was only sixteen.
The streets were bad to me. I had never realized how weak my immune system really was; I was always sick with something. It kept me from working, so I resorted to stealing. I don't even remember how I ended up in Will's district, I just remember wanting to get as far from Arizona as I could. The police picked me up on one of my stronger days when I was trying to, ahem, earn some money doing some shadier deals. I wasn't cooperating well, but at least I learned my parents hadn't reported me as missing; the cops couldn't find any reports on me after I gave them my name in exchange for food. The cops, one Officer B. Sanchez, didn't want to put me in a cell or the closest foster home (which apparently had a reputation as homophobes) so he took me to Will's.
Some times, just the thought of what would have happened otherwise makes me want to kiss the man, cop or no. He saved me from a lot of hardship and got me into a wonderful home again.
- »»-----------------it's the little things.
- I love animals; always have. The thing I miss the most about home is our dogs, little Shelly and Bruce the Monster Hound. I picked out both of them and they were mainly my responsibility. I like caffeine, but only from sodas and coffee, and I have a major sweet tooth and all the filled cavities to prove it. I love music, even more than animals. My iPod is my life line, one of the few things I wouldn't leave home without, practically the only thing that's kept me going through all the drama my parents started. I like movies and reading and watching TV, but I love music, particularly being on stage with my guitar and a mic. Up there, I'm not me anymore, not really.
I hated it when my mom yelled, and I hate not seeing her anymore; I can live without my step-father (he's a real d**k) but not being able to talk to my mom is killing me. I hate energy drinks and I hate people who drink energy drinks even more. That's not to say I hate hyper people, just the artificial kind. I dislike most rap music, but if it's all I can get my hands on, I go with it. And I hate being judged, which was why I held out on telling my parents I was gay for so long.
I don't really have any fears now - my greatest one was the worst possible reaction from my parents to the news. And I don't think their reactions could have been much worse. But now I'm afraid of homophobes like no other. I don't even want to think about more shouting and accusations and names. I'm terrified of my family coming for me, despite how much I want to see my mom. But I'm nineteen now - they have no say.
- »»-----------------the alternate universe.
- I have three tattoos already; fake ID took care of that when I was fifteen. There's a barcode on my a** that was a dare (I got attached to it before I had enough money for the laser removal), a dragon clawing it's way up my leg, and a set of wings spread across the entire expanse of my back and shoulders. I got both ears pierced at a party where I got completely trashed and then pierced my nipples because the thought turned Leo on like nothing else. I write music to vent my anger; I've been writing a lot recently. I read a lot of poetry for inspiration, and I like old movies for the black and white, grainy imperfection of it.
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