Getting To Know Steve-Gather Tuesday Writing Essentials-The List

Steve awoke at 2pm feeling hung over though he hadn't had a drink. Groggily getting out of bed he went straight to the kitchen as was his normal morning ritual. He knew Mama had cooked country ham yesterday for some party at work. She worked in a factory so there was always some kind of party going on. Steve always found comfort in the kitchen and comfort in Mama's cooking; he hoped to find leftovers. He was a large man, weighing in at three hundred fifty pounds and just a tad over six feet tall. He had always been big; food filled a void and provided a temporary balm to a soul wrecked with emptiness and longing. The void was large so then was his appetite.

Steve took a moment to glance over the shopping list; he enjoyed doing this as it gave a clue to the upcoming menu. The list was held in place by a magnet, one of about a dozen. Mostly angels, Mama loved angels. Each Angel represented a month and held the corresponding birth stone. The list was held by January, holding her little garnet. He glanced over the list, his mouth watering at the prospect of what the ingredients fore-told. Squash, Velveeta cheese and Ritz crackers; Mama was going to make squash casserole. Casserole would be great but right now he wanted country ham, upon opening the fridge he was not disappointed. He had located piles of ham and a huge container of potato salad. He quickly heaped ham and potato salad on a large plate, grabbed a few cornbread muffins and headed to the living room. It was almost time for Martha; Martha Stewart was his favorite show.

Settled on the sofa the events of the previous night came into play. He was slightly disappointed by his friend's reaction or more precisely their lack of reaction to Mrs. Peabody. It was his first time at Janie's house, he wondered if he would be invited again. She was more stressed over her shower curtain than seeing a three hundred fifty pound man transform into a middle aged woman. Mrs. Peabody had been polite, extending her hand in a feminine almost demure fashion as she introduced herself. Janie was polite but she didn't believe in Mrs. Peabody, she saw through the game. Janie didn't say this but Steve knew as Janie refused to engage Mrs. Peabody in conversation.

Steve tried to focus on television; today Martha was doing holiday décor. He loved Martha; she was the go to lady on all things regarding cooking and décor. He wished she would do something about her plain hair do; he'd love to give her a make-over, maybe a perm. Steve loved his own hair, it was the thing he liked best about himself and last night he decided he would let it grow long, like his new friend Janie. A commercial for an upcoming Aerosmith concert came on; he had never been to a concert and wondered if he was missing something. He lived in a small town, concerts never made it here. The only person he really wanted to see live was Rupaul. He wondered how it would feel to be as glamorous as Rupaul.

Martha Stewart was soon forgotten as Steve ate ham and thought about the life he was missing out on. He knew he could never live it, he knew he could never be the person he was inside. His wedding was in two weeks and he had never even kissed a girl, the thought frightened him but not as much as the thought of Mama finding out the truth about him, he had many nightmares in which Mama discovered the truth. If he could magically change anything about himself, he would change himself into a woman; maybe that's why he loved the Disney movies so much, the classic fairy tales. He dreamed of having a fairy Godmother that would change his life. Maybe Mrs. Peabody was his fairy Godmother maybe that was her purpose. He decided he would pop in the Cinderella video and paint his nails.