The Flamingo Kid

Yes, our latest Mystery Guest was Matt Dillon (we're sure about this one), aptly described by the fabulous, eagle-eyed Stinky Lulu as perhaps the only 1980's heartthrob to have not only survived with his looks (and career) intact -- but who is, possibly, even more handsome now. Mr. Dillon's gotten the thumbs up from the folks over at GoodPlasticSurgery.com, although the Ben Affleck-esque hair is a bit questionable. Still, those smoldering eyes and that chiseled jawline make us accepting of any and all other flaws.

Viva La Difference!

I knew I was different from other little boys from a very early age. I told kindergarten classmates that Judy Garland was my grandmother.



I held private, solitary concerts, re-enacting Diana Ross' Central Park performance.



I colored in the black & white illustrations of Nancy Drew books, giving the titian-haired sleuth...well, titian hair, as well as color-coordinated day dresses, gloves and shoes.



My parents, needless to say, were a bit worried; especially my mother. If only I could have shown her this:



I'm not saying one's right and one's wrong, but I think mom may have accepted my Matt Dillon fixation, had I promised to never pierce my septum or permamently place a mural on my face.