Now Showing: Tex in the City

Neil over at Citizen of the Month started The Great Interview Experiment, so that a blogger can feel important and be somebody. All you need to do to participate in this ego maniacal experiment is click on this link RIGHT HERE and make some sort of comment about needing attention and thinking that I’m the coolest and you want to be just like me. Someone else who decided this was a good idea is Tex in the City. Since she threw her hat in the ring right after me, I was assigned to interview her. That’s how it works. So beware of when you comment or you might have to interview someone like Peggy who was, at one point, challenging her ex’s girlfriend to a street fight and claiming that their baby actually belonged to her. As far as I can tell, Tex in the City is not like that. She has not yet challenged me to a street fight, but maybe that’s only because her ex and I didn’t somehow make a baby that belonged to her.

Tex in the City answers my tough questions below:

You seem to have a great sense of self-empowerment and spirituality. What is your general philosophy of what it means to live this life?

Wow this is a good question and one that I have been trying to think of a really good answer to for TWO DAYS! So after two days, I still have nothin’! If you had a Glock to my head and I had to answer I would say, “To love. To love
yourself, your friends, family, community…everyone you meet and even those you don’t. The point of the human existence is to be so chock full of love that when you die you are just one big super nova of love!

How do you manage to love people who have hurt you? Is there even a good answer to this or do you consider finding a way to love everyone to be more of an individual process, different for everyone?

Hmm, I don’t know. For me it’s a case of treating people how I want to be treated, remembering that we are all human and that part of the human experience is getting your feelings hurt. It’s going to happen. I am a very lazy person. It takes more energy to be pissed off and bitter at someone than it does to forgive them and move on. Now, I am not saying that you have to be best friends and invite them to Christmas dinner. You don’t even have to condone the act, I’m just saying that forgiveness isn’t only for the person who hurt you…it’s for you. Stress causes wrinkles and I am too pretty for crows feet and too chicken to try Botox!

How did you arrive here – believing that the key was to love anyone and everyone you can? Do you follow a particular religion or philosophy where you look for answers or is it something else?

My life changed when I decided to become more loving and stop being such a bitch. I was a very angry and depressed person and didn’t know it…and worse didn’t know why! The I found a good church, a good shrink, a bookcase worth of self help books and made some amazing friends and my life just blossomed.

Change is not an event…it’s a process and for me the process has been pretty awesome! I’d read a book or meet a person juuuuust at the right time and boom cool shit happens! Even when life is sucking big Moby Dick I know that cool shit is around the corner. I am an optimist I guess.

I don’t follow any religion. Our Lady Of Fatima kind of killed that for me. I like to think that I am a liberal Christian. I have no beef with gay marriage and think that there are bigger issues in this word that we can be focusing on. If two people are lucky enough to find each other in a world of X billion, fall in love given all of the ups and downs that goes with that madness and they STILL want to get married…LET THEM! Why not take all of the energy that we are pouring into that issue and find a way to feed hungry people or stop domestic violence or better yet find a way for my hair to keep a curl in Houston’s humidity! Yeah…lets do that!

What’s your favorite thing to order at a sushi restaurant?

My FAVORITE thing is to sit at the bar, chat it up with the chef and let them decide. I have only done that a few times but it’s a great way to expand your pallet. I like any of the following foods in various combinations: crab, avocado, tuna, salmon, jalapeno, scallops and ginger. I also love dumplings and oysters!

If you were stranded on a desert island and you have to have one type of food for the rest of your life – what would it be?

Dude, you are asking a fat chick what one type of food she’d eat for the rest of her life?! I’m going to have to get back to you on this one…one type of’re cute!

On your blog, Blissville, you said you were a crier. I cry all the time, because I have a lot of feelings. What’s the silliest thing you’ve cried about in the last month?

Oh lordy this is an easy one. I have these really cool sleep socks from Bath & Body Works. I have what I like to call and heir (the pair I wear all of the time) and a spare (the pair that I will wear when I wear the hell out of the pair I wear now.) Last week I cried because The Sports Writer, very sweetly did laundry and laid out my jammies for me and used the spare pair. I was boo hooing because, “My OTHER pair is *broken in*!” The HELL? How does one BREAK IN SOCKS? (sigh) I called the following day and apologized for being such a nut case.

I cry over socks, too. My partner likes to wear mine even though she’s expressly forbidden from doing so because she ruins them with her scissor toes. Socks can be a sensitive issue. The Sports Writer is your boyfriend. How did you two meet and how long have you been together? Also, tell us something about The Sports Writer that you haven’t already mentioned on your blog.

We met in 1986 when as a freshman I was mistakenly place in an upper level journalism class that he was in. We became friends even though he thought I talked too much (imagine that) and I thought he was a dumb jock. I don’t remember when but he missed a week of school and I realized that I missed him. Turns out he had an ulcer! Anyway, sometime during my high school career I asked him to tutor me in math not knowing that he had failed it twice before and that is how we started hanging out.

After high school we ended up working at the same newspaper and I finally broke up with my doofus boyfriend. One day we were at The Olive Garden (fine dining when you are 19) and I wanted cake so I told the hostess that it was his birthday. When they brought it out he was mortified but he was such a good sport about it I think I fell in love with him right there at the Olive Garden! We have been dating more on than off since 1992.

Something about him that I haven’t mentioned on my blog? He bleeds Eagle green, he hates the Cowboys and the Giants. He’s taught Sunday school for the past 5 years and he once asked me to marry him while we were sitting on the curb in front of his house goofing off with a basketball.

If you could spend a day with any five living people, who would they be and why?

Before my dad passed away I would have named a bunch of famous people. Now, I would chill with my three best friends (’cause I love ’em!) my mom and my favorite aunt (’cause I love em) and The Sports Writer (cause I love him!) Oh that’s six…oops!

Being touched in some way by death can really change our perspective on life and what is important. I lost someone very close to me at a young age and even these 17 years later, it’s sometimes incredibly difficult. Grief is a strange process, and in many cases it ruins people. How were you able to heal after your father’s death and maintain your philosophy of love when others often believe that love isn’t worth it after a loss like that?

I can’t or rather I won’t let myself believe that love isn’t worth it. I almost died two years prior to my dads death and you would have thought that it would have been enough for me to get my life together, it wasn’t. It took my dad dying. I could be pissed off and bitter that he is not here to see me finally get my shit together or to walk me down the aisle (if I ever lose my mind and get married). Instead I choose to remember what a great dad he was and to honor him by living my best life possible because that is what he wanted all along.

Love is a choice like beef or chicken? Cowboys or Eagles? Conservative or liberal? Dildo or vibrator? You choose to be loving or not to be loving. I choose to be loving because the alternative blows.

My blog helped with the healing because even though I talk a lot I don’t open up to very many people so to be able to just write it all out made me feel better.

I read that you went to a Catholic grade school, but are no longer a practicing Catholic. Me, too! What’s your most tortured grade school memory?

My sister and I were the only children of color in the entire school so that alone was torture! What stands out in my mind however is Sister Ida, who even back then was so old we were convinced she co-hosted the Last Supper. When ever she felt that you are not living up to your potential she would get in your face and bang her fist into her palm while saying,”Learning is a self activity!” That and sitting on to of the monkey bars wondering what was REALLY going on in the rectory between the nuns and priest. LOL! Yes, I was THAT kid.

We didn’t have many people of color in our grade school. Looking back, I’ve always found it strange that there was so little diversity. How has being a minority affected your view on society? Have you found it to be more cruel or kind?

Honestly, I think my weight has been a bigger issue than my race or even my gender. I believe that I get what I give and I love the person and not the package so my personal experience isn’t marked by racism. At least none that is worth mentioning.

If God exists, what would he say to you when you get to the pearly gates?

I love, love, LOVE this question! I mean isn’t that the only reason we watch Inside The Actors Studio? So we can see what someone’s favorite curse word is? Anyway if God exists I imagine that I would hear, “I had a good feeling about you…”

This is ABSOLUTELY the only reason to watch that show. So let me see if I can scrounge the other questions for you to answer, to wrap this up:

What is your favorite word?Onomatopoeia
What is your least favorite word? Cum
What turns you on?
What turns you off?
What sound or noise do you love?
TiVo fast forward! LOL
What sound or noise do you hate?
The akward silence before/after hearing/giving bad news
What is your favorite curse word? Fuck
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Greeting card writer
What profession would you not like to do?
A doctor or an accountant

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