(birthmark, raccoon, charm)
It was just one of those days. You know the ones, waiting in line at the grocery, ignoring all the stares from the other customers in the queue. It no longer bothers me, it’s me, who I am, how I was born, so deal with it!
Being thirty-five, a loner, and enjoying income as a grip backstage at the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I don’t expect much more out of life. The raccoon shaped birthmark on my face caused limited expectations as a child. Throughout my adult life I was only a curiosity to women I tried to date, thinking possibly they would see me, not just my appearance.
When watching the RHPS one evening, I was stopped on the way out by one of the actors. My birthmark was the charm that enabled me to finally be accepted.