From: lovegod@wam.umd.edu (Lovegod)
Subject: Introduction
Organization: Workstations at Maryland, University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1992 04:06:30 GMT

Hi everybody!  It's been a delightful summer!

The loss of Rob Bernardo saddens me, but what saddens me more is the fact that  
I did not know him.

I'm proposing that everyone here introduce themselves as though noone else  
knows them.  I know it may end up being very repetitive and monotonous, but new  
motss don't know who any of us are.  I still don't know too much about anyone  
here.  Most of the preliminary posts that new people read provide little or no  
insight of the authors.  I really would like to get to know everyone here at  
soc.motss ... Here's my entry ...

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I am Donald Andrew Agarrat, native of Hollis, New York.  I'm 22, black, 5'11",  
170 lbs.  Definitely queer with attitude.  I love music, art, culture, sex (not  
necessarily in that order).  I'm the oldest boy of four.  My mother left New  
York in 1980 and raised us in suburban Maryland.  I've been working in USDA for  
about three years.  I just returned to college last semester (Spring '92).

I came out two years, one month and three days ago today.  It was hard; my  
mother raised us by herself and I thought I let her down.  I had moved out and  
I knew that I was going to become more sexually active, so I wanted to come  
clean (for lack of a better term).  It took me about 45 minutes and a gallon of  
sweat, but I told her.  To this day, she doesn't think I'm sure that I'm gay.   
She still makes little comments about me getting married.  She still wonders  
why I don't go to church anymore.  I know it's going to take time, but she'll  
come around.

I knew I was Gay when I was about 12.  I laid down, but I didn't have really  
good sex until I was about 17.  Wow ... anyway I thought college would be a  
virtual fertile plain of mind-blowing sex, and boy was I wrong (except one  
track star in the radio studio!  Ah!).  I thought that having my own place and  
privacy would open the floodgates of hunky, humpy, horny men.  NOT--I had more  
bills than anything else.

My heart belongs to Daddy (alright, I'm sorry already).  I want him to be  
loving, the top, more mature (maybe older).  Someone who can show me something  
and take me under his wing.  I know a guy who says I'm crazy for wanting to be  
monogamous at my age.  I'm ready for a full-blown relationship, so I'm trying  
to get out more (thanks to V.C., G.G., et al. I love you all) to sort of sell  
myself, have a good time, and meet more fun men.  I've never had too many  
friends, but the ones I've had have more than made up for the difference.

I also like to exercise and eat healthy (but God is it difficult when you know  
how to cook!).  I like road trips, techno/rave/ambient/tribal house, white  
grapes, artificial cherry flavor, k.d. lang, Lisa Stansfield, writing software,  
speaking French, being dj U-neek, to travel (*laugh* across the street),  
reading the Blade personals Saturday afternoon, wondering when I'm going to  
graduate, wondering when I going to make enough money to buy a place to live  
and a decent car (about 28 ... nah, more like 70).  I love my family, but they  
get on my damn nerves most of the time.

I can't stand racism.  Yuppies and trendy antiseptic yuppie places disgust me.   
I don't understand how blacks or Gays can justify being Republican except for  
fulfilling the motto "We Are Everywhere".  I have a hard time being patriotic;  
I was born on the country's soil, but automatically as a third-class citizen.   
It kinda breaks my heart, but I'm a survivor.  One day, I want teach either  
computer science or sex education.  Or maybe history.  I want to make a  
difference in some young boy's life.  That young boy was once me; fatherless,  
scared and confused.  I want to offer what was never offered to me.

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Gee, yours doesn't have to be that long!  I didn't think I had this much to  
write about myself.  I hope this gives you a little insight on who I am.  I  
look forward to ready your introductions ...

Love,
Donald ... okay ... one last one ...

"Mr. Harris, plutocrat,
 Wants to give my cheek a pat.
 If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, okay!"
			"Always True To You In My Fashion"
			 as sung by Blossom Dearie