Since we're sharing what we thought you looked like, I thought you were your former avatar during the Trayvon Martin brouhaha, then you said that was apparently a girl in a black hoodie? Oops. Also I thought your name was Trevor.
You should hear Jason's voice; he sounds like the offspring of Morgan Freeman and Christopher Hitchens
Now that compliment I can well accept! It's been noted on since I got about 3/4 through puberty by men and women a like. My physical appearance was mocked on a near daily basis as a kid in an extremely cruel if creative manner. Somethings you just learn to accept in life.
The mockers were in error.
If only knowledge or whatever was enough to heal people. The world would be a lot more awesomer. It's one of the many reasons why I despise all forms of child abuse, cause I know coming from a background were abuse was the norm everywhere, just how different abuse is when you are a child then even as a teen or an adult. As a child it is as if it were writ on your DNA.
Oh well, I really wasn't fishing for compliments and I find most of this stuff embarrassing, but I bring it up sometimes in case some other weirdo out there like me would like to know you don't got "get over it" you can just go on with it. You only got so much psychic energy, spend it wisely.
When Achronos found out a bit about my past he was apoplectic for the shops he did of me and stuff. But as much as it caused me pause, he did me a favor. It was exposure therapy. I knew for him, it was a way of showing he cared. Oh well, sorry to all serious and OT. But there is a lot of benefit to CBT stuff. I can think x and act like y. So I encouraged that weird creative guy to mock up more stuff about me.
And some think it cause I *want* the attention. Achronos if you are reading this, you know I love you so don't go crazy, but I nearly vomited the first time I saw him run wild with my photo.
But after a while, I enjoyed the stuff. He's a weirdly talented guy. And did some cool stuff to my images.
Some here didn't react so well to his creative imagery, no matter how brilliant it was.