Lots of pressure, heat, darkness…Diamonds are often made in the bleakest of conditions but when polished and shined…they are some of the most expensive gems and people have bled and died over them. Hell willing to bet there have even been wars over them. But according to some of the greatest divas…like Elizabeth Taylor, they are indeed a girls best friend…well they can be.
I was born, as most were, to a woman. A woman who believed she should've had a daughter so made the midwife swear not to expose my gender to my Pa. Kept me real wrapped up and all swaddled in my pink swaddling and never let him near a diaper which suited him just fine. He never saw my birth certificate either…it wasn't until I was 3 and he caught me pissing standing up that he noticed something was up.
Let me rewind a bit. I have a mixed background, a mother who was Creole, Lalaina, and she was a caramel cream glamorous farmer's wife who was a talented cook and seamstress…a 'housewife' with illusions of grandeur she pushed to the side to get married. She always liked to say she had 6 sons, 5 daughters and a pain in the ass. Guess who I was? Before she had any daughters, she had me. A point of contention between my parents I was indeed.%r%r
My pa? Geraldo? Well he has a bit of a bag of mixed nuts himself…something Asian (Japanese) and Caucasian…a real Texan rancher and rodeo rider…with an old fashioned aesthetic where the woman stayed in the house and he worked the fields and roped the steers and went hunting when he got the chance. He didn't care much about what happened in the house but when he found out I was actually a little boy? As I said, a point of contention.
The Taylor family..I don't know if they are well known or not…but I know all brothers and I had to learn how to shoot a deer, rope a steer and ride a horse. We had to learn to be real big strong men while my sisters got to learn how to cook authentic southern cuisine and hem dresses and tablecloths…take care of a house. When I could, you best believe I was in the house trying to help my sisters and my mother best I could. Then I'd get in trouble and have to deal with that blasted belt. It wasn't enough I got my ass kicked in /school/ for refusing to cut my hair and for pointing out the cutie pie boys. I had to come home and deal with awkward conversations and rough housing from the older boys due to how 'soft' I was.
You learn how to get tough. Yes, we lived in Texas, on a ranch and we attended pageants for the girls and rodeos for the boys. Ma used to feel bad and she'd let me help her with making dresses for the girls or rodeo costumes for the boys. That would lead to fights but hey, my siblings still looked good. I have a gift with fashion, a real interest in making individuals sparkle and shine in the spotlight…big hair, lots of sequins…whatever it takes for whatever event and that's not something I'm ashamed about. My ma was so touched that I took after her in a way. One day after she had a couple glasses of wine she muttered something about how she wished I was with my real daddy so that I wouldn't have to deal with my Pa's bullshit about gender roles but…she never mentioned it again. In our house we all spoke a mixture of…French, Spanish, and even freakin' Japanese depending on who was visiting and what relatives were there. Like I didn't have enough confusion.
Cooking, Cleaning, Sewing, Fashion…Hair…gave me the skills necessary to have lots of 'girlfriends' in school, I hadn't even really thought about sexual attraction one way or another. I just knew when the boys started getting confused cuz I looked like a girl with my long hair and weren't sure why I was in the shooting competitions at the state fairs and the like with my brothers…I learned after a few bloody lips to not call a guy 'adorable' in his leather boots. Then I started getting in trouble for little infractions like…fighting back. A pair of sewing scissors to the thigh or a tube of lipgloss in somebody's eye..aren't exactly things that make you all that popular in middle and high school.
Not a complete country bumpkin though, you think while I was hiding away from folks and nursing bruises I just sat up and cried? Please, I'd take my large books about fashion history and history of clothing and costumes and stuff I'd find in the libraries and just lock myself away with a candy bar and a glass of ice tea until they started yelling for me to come out and get my chores done. By the time I got to 18 however? I was over it. I took my country ass to college as expected, and to avoid getting yelled at I did start getting my degree in History and Psychology but that's only cuz of my interest in mixing historical fashions and catering to the personalities of different individuals to create dresses and designs that made folks happy. I paid my way through school by doing seamstress/consultant work for pageants, drag shows, and cabaret bars…lots of glitter, lots of glam, and it at least paid my rent!
I haven't brought it up, because it disturbs me still. I have a gift…an ability that made me more interesting psychology. I don't know if its a gift…because its a curse when you're horny. When I touch individuals…skin to skin contact, I feel what they feel and if I concentrate they can feel what I feel…and if I keep the connection, I may even get whispers of what they might be thinking in the moment. It might be intuition…I don't talk about it and it is another reason I stay away from my family. Sometimes you learn things about people you wish you hadn't.
Graduation led me to leaving the south and making my way to Las Vegas, why? Because they have hookers, shows, and I'm sure plenty of people to watch and design for…I find myself a decent muse, there will be no stopping me. I call myself 'Diamond' because I've been through lots in my life…and well with enough glitter and a decent sewing kit I am often a girl's best friend.
Tactile Empathic Telepathy
Tactile Empathic Telepathy is the ability to feel certain emotions from an individual and then if concentration is used also to hear the thoughts related to this single emotion. It however, can only be used through skin to skin contact and only the emotion that the individual is currently experiencing himself. This means, if the powered individual takes the hand of another person, he can feel what the person is feeling in that moment…if the connection is maintained and the powered individual concentrates they can pick up on thoughts related to that emotion (happy thoughts, sad thoughts, mad thoughts…etc). This makes intimate interactions something of a danger because it requires skin to skin contact the possibility of activating the ability is there if 'Diamond' is not concentrating on not using it.
He has been dealing with the ability for quite a few years and it has been both a gift and a curse. He can also through skin to skin contact project his own feelings and if the contact is maintained long enough, he can also project his thoughts associated with THAT specific emotion. This means, if he's feeling 'angry' there's no way he can 'project' happy thoughts through his ability and if he's feeling 'horny' there's no way he's not going to project or share this if he tries to share his emotions with another person who is feeling the same way.