your FRENCH accent

Linda you jas do the thing and forget about those guys..
If I can't be Darkangel and you can't be LINDA TX then who's gone be who?
lOVE YOU AND can't wait to hear your french .
you don't offend me child you make me smile...

> I was recently told that I offended some
> people with some of my ethnic accents and
> titles. So let me say first off that I'm
> sincerely sorry . I never dreamed I was
> hurting anyone and I would never do it on
> purpose, so please forgive me.

> When I do silly imitations of an 1800‘s
> southern black, for example, I realize I can
> get carried away. So I do apologize for
> that. Please remember that I'm living in
> Europe and not fully aware of how sensitive
> the subject has become there in the States.
> George was kind enough to see that and give
> me the benefit of the doubt, but I would
> like to explain a bit more here, so I hope
> you'll stick with me on this.

> I don’t criticize any one for being born a
> certain color, or shape or size and I find
> it totally ridiculous to do so.

> I'd like to give a bit of background on this
> so that those I've offended can see that I'm
> not just "saying the right words"
> here.

> A Little History: I’m from Texas, yes, the
> south, but the first friend I can remember
> my mom having was a wonderful black lady
> there in Bryan, Texas. She was one of the
> most Christian, godly people I ever met in
> my whole life and she took it upon herself
> to evangelize my somewhat „heathen“ family.
> And she did so with love. Nothing else. Just
> showing love and concern and praying for us.
> She was just a great lady and a genuine
> woman of God.

> In that same place, I remember my first baby
> sitter, Pinky. Pinky was 80-something years
> old and she was anything, but pink. Pinky
> was dark-chocolate brown, and my sister and
> I just adored her. We loved having Pinky
> take care of us cause she was so kind and
> loving and patient. She would amuse us by
> taking out her false teeth and letting us
> look at them. Lana was always a little
> beauty-queen type and she, at 5 years old,
> would stand on the chair behind Pinky and
> would give her a „hair style“. Dear Pinky
> took all our shenanigans and fooling around
> just as easy as you please.

> Her husband was old, too, of course and he’d
> tell us stories and showed us his deformed
> finger. I remember him explaining how it got
> that way and he’d answer all our childish
> questions. He also taught my dad how to hunt
> and skin squirrels. To this day I can tell
> you how to skin a squirrel, but I never
> purposely hurt animals either.

> When I was doing my hippy stint in the late
> 60‘s, two of my best friends were Marvin and
> Dave. They were both black and hippies, too.
> That’s all we saw in each other. Marvin
> called me „Mother earth“ and he was such a
> sweet guy until he got involved with the
> black muslims who were against whites. It
> broke my heart. So I know how it feels to be
> discriminated against. I don’t hold it
> against him, though. It was just the spirit
> of the times.

> In 1991, I was out of TF, and I was staying
> with my mom. After awhile she got to talking
> about Ollie. Ollie was one of the maids who
> worked in the housekeeping department that
> my mom was in charge of. She and Mom were
> absolute best friends and whenever Mom would
> be transferred to another hotel, Ollie would
> pack up and go with her. In fact, my mom
> told the director that she wouldn’t work
> there without Ollie.

> But by 1991, at 75, Mom wasn’t up to
> travelling so she said, „When you’re in
> Dallas next time, look up Ollie. I’d love to
> know how she’s doing.“

> So a month later I was in Dallas and I
> called Ollie and asked her if I could come
> over. She joyfully agreed and invited me
> right away.

> For anyone who knows Dallas, you’ll catch
> the following. Ollie lived near the Texas
> State Fair grounds in the colored part of
> town. Me, with my blue eyes and blond hair,
> drove up to her little house and before I
> could even get to the door, Ollie came
> running down the walkway, arms open wide,
> shouting, „That’s muh Baby!“ And I got the
> hug of my life!

> How could you not just adore someone like
> that?

> So, with aaaall of that said, from now on
> I’ll just stick to Robin Williams, Carol
> Channing and Greta Garbo accents and the
> occassional „kazoo“ sounds. If Darkangel
> doesn’t like ze french accents I’ll cut
> zose, too. I also do hill-billy accents, but
> Austrians don't quite catch the humor in it.
> Ach, du lieber!

> So forgive me. I'm sorry and I love you all,
> black, albino, it doesn’t matter.
>