Not really, none that I’ve noticed. NYC is a pretty mixed pot after all, where all the colors bleed into one. (Though I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.)
I’ve never learned how to drive. I don’t own a car. I used public transport or my bicyle.
My mother was a Jehova’s witness, my father was a communist. They were very happy together. [I’m an atheïst, but that’s not different *at all* here]
My second and third toe on my left foot are grown together. [I swim like a duck 
]
Today, my family doctor granted me a physician assisted suicide whenever I need it. Which, even though I live in the Netherlands, is pretty unusual. Bless him.
I’m learning Arabic. [which is hard]
Are you sure you’re not allergic to cats?
I lived “in sin” for 4 years with a member of the original Heaven’s Gate cult. He had dropped out of the cult by the time we hooked up, naturally, since they eschewed sex for the most part (by this I mean they were expected to give it up as part of belonging and “becoming”, not that all of them did so). He was one of the original members who allegedly “disappeared” from Waldport, Oregon in 1973 (IIRC–might have been '74), with the two leaders of the cult at this time, Bo and Peep. He was a fascinating person then, and I am still in touch with him regularly. He was quite mortified by the tragic turn of events for this cult.
I am convinced I was once stalked by Wayne Nance, a notorious Missoula serial killer who was my age and went to the rival high school, across town. He saw me while out to dinner one evening with a boyfriend, and began calling me, nearly nightly. Sincerely creepy, as he always knew what I was wearing and could describe my recent actions to a tee. His calls were singularly nasty & perverted, which is how I found out it was more than likely him…I had a sociologist friend at UM (Montana) who studied the murder case after Wayne had attacked someone and been killed by his victim’s husband, and I became privy to the text of a number of his obscene phone calls to various women he had “crushes” on. The sexual suggestions were absolutely identical to what he’d said to me! And I fit his preferred victim to a tee–short, blonde, young, petite, outgoing (at the time of course).
If I had not been in the process of moving to Michigan from Montana about 30 days after his first phone call to me, and if he’d had more time, he might very well have attacked me as well. This still haunts me.
Otherwise, for the past 20 years or so, I have been completely normal. Really. I mean it. Although I DO have vaginal orgasms which are very intense. I understand THAT is weird.
-Beck
I did not live with Mr. Neville before we were married. Spend weekends at his apartment or have him come to my apartment for the weekend (with all that implies), yes. Actually live together, no. People looked at me like I’d suddenly grown another head when I told them that we were planning to get married but we weren’t living together.
Wow :eek:
Explain, please, if you do not mind.
Ummmm…is congratulations in order?
This would make an interesting article.
Uh…well I have a scar on my left leg from a People magazine, and one on my left upper arm from a serrated steak knife, and it was an accident.
Oh, I have remembered a couple of oddities.
I have a tattoo on my hand. It’s the size of a ballpoint pen tip, and it was accidental. I had a spinter in my hand and I tried to dig it out with a pen. Yes, the oddity isn’t the tattoo, it’s the rampant stupidity!
The next two I’ve mentioned on the boards before.
I have over 100 first cousins. I’ve never had a dog that didn’t outweigh me.
And for the truly weird: People have actually paid to read my poems!
A knife I understand, how did you get a scar from a People Magazine?
I was reading it in the back of my dad’s truck, and when we got to our destination, i shoved the mag into the mesh compartment on the back of the seat in front of me. The mag bent in half sort of and ended up with a hard, sharp point (it was a double issue too) and when I scooted out of the car, the folded point gashed my leg. It’s a thin scar, but it’s there.
The steak knife happened at a family event, my cousin’s aunt was walking by me with her plate of food and silverware in her hand. The knife was pointing out and she walked too close to me.
Oh, great. Apparently I’m not different, after all. Thanks a lot, jerks.
Oooh, I’ve thought of some. I stabbed my little brother with a pencil when I was ten.
I can recite “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” from memory.
I never go outside without penciling in my eyebrows. It’s a mild obsession. My eyebrows are non-existent, so unless I fill them in I look like the Mona Lisa. Or my forehead does, anyway.
When I was a kid, I was convinced I was a reincarnation of the Greek goddess Demeter.
That is so weird to me! I never lived with my husband before we got married, either (and we weren’t kids, either…we were both about 30 during our engagement). We each had our own place, bought a house right before the wedding, and basically moved into it right after. Is this really that unusual these days? I don’t THINK anyone thought much of it at the time…certainly, no one said anything about it to me!
I feel like we have a lot in common 
Mouse_Spouse and I did the same thing. Its funny. Not long ago it was scadalous to live together before marriage and now its strange not to. ::shrug::
I embrace mediocrity. I don’t feel the urge to buckle under the pressure because there is no pressure and very few expectations.
That’s not to say I won’t do my best to succeed at something. I just won’t share my aspirations with you*.
*Not you personally. Unless you’re a you who knows me very well IRL. If that’s the case, it is you. 
I’m a synesthete (specifically, I see sound.)
Semi-related, I hear things people aren’t supposed to, like dog whistles and those machines that “can only be heard by rodents.”
I’m left-handed.
I have red hair.
My eyes change from blue to gray, to green, to aquamarine depending on my mood and health (and sometimes what I wear.)
I share the fact that I was born on Easter with my dad, which isn’t common to families.
And my Dad’s birthday is just the day before mine.
I’ve worked with AmeriCorps*VISTA…despite being a Republican now and then.
I’ve also worked with children with Autism and developmental delays.
I think chocolate and cheese crackers/nacho chips eaten together are sublime.
Although I believe zero times a number is zero, I still can’t grasp why (No, don’t explain. Many people have tried.)
My favorite cat died on my birthday last year.
Though I write a lot of original stuff (I’m working on a novel and a choose your own adventure book this summer), I write fanfiction too. And have won 4 readers’ choice awards for it in the "official" fandom awards so far. My penname is Neoxphile, if you’re curious. Obviously, if I publish my novel, I won’t be an author who gets upset if people write fics based on the characters.
I dream almost exclusively in text. Creative writing isn’t something I do so much as something that happens to me, and most of my writer-type friends say that it must be really cool. Actually, I agree with my artist-type friends, who think it must be really damn annoying to dream in a medium, since you wake up and try to remember it, and as close as you get you never get it quite as good as it was in the dream.
I stay on really good terms with my exes. We’re friends first and tend to stay that way even after things don’t work out.
I jam gaydars. Badly. Actually, the only ex I’m not on really good terms with broke up with me because I jammed hers; she was convinced I was bound to leave her for a guy eventually.
I don’t like to keep groceries on hand. Rather, I walk to the grocery store every few days to pick stuff up. This doesn’t mean much right now, since the grocery store is just down the block, but it was pretty strange when it was a mile and a half away.
I’m a stander. I work at a standing desk. When people say “Sit down, make yourself comfortable,” I usually have to remind myself that standing up all the time makes people nervous.
My standing desk is the only piece of particleboard I own. I would rather deal without a piece of furniture for a month or two than buy a particleboard one, but a good standing desk costs upwards of $1000, so I bought a Jerker from Ikea, because that neurosis is stronger than this one. I still plan to replace it in a few years.
Along the same lines, I refuse to wear a quartz watch. Digital, automatic, winder, or nothing.
FormerMarineGuy, counting to 1024 using your fingers is easy. Use binary code.
Me, too. In fact…unusual things about me begin with:
I met my husband online. He’s Australian, I moved here
I’m an American expat
I’ve lived in 5 US states, and moved from West to the Midwest or South four times, a minimum of 2500 miles each time (For those playing the home game: Mississippi, California, Tennessee, Nevada and Michigan)
I’m a Trek geek
I’m also a Rush geek (the band, not the impotent drug addict)
I have a blood clotting disorder (it does it too much, not too little) and nearly died last April with a saddle clot. Other than that, it doesn’t really effect me other than that I take rat poison every day!
I have three cats and a dog
I met my first husband by writing an “Any Service Member” letter during Gulf War I, we were married 10 years
My son has Asperger’s Syndrome
I used to be a professional moderator (message boards, chat, and pictures), but now I have a boring job
Er…that’s all I got.
Cheers,
G
Yes. Yes it is.
See, I was really worried.
I don’t want to burden anyone with this. I’d rather do it myself and my doc said that wouldn’t be a problem.
Also: I thought he was a strict Christian, who might have a religious objection to it, but he was okay with it.
So, now I’m relaxed.
Hehehehehe
You’re welcome.
Garrrrrrrr.
[I’m a readhead too]
According to my Reeboks it is… I have terrible feet, high instep, wide toes, bony heels, I live in runners, nothing else is ever comfortable for long - but thanks for the offer!
Back hair?! Eww
Big muscles for me…
I think I forgot to mention I have no sense of smell.
Also I’ve never had a period…