Lovin' the oven

For anyone that may come across my blog and wonder why it's titled The Oven, there's a reason that stems from a story of 3 people: myself, my friend Cindy, and my college piano professor, Fritz.

So, Cindy and I met a few years ago while I was in graduate school at Texas State. She's an amazing individual who's only added flavor to my life. One of her "things" is to give nicknames to anything and anyone. When she and I became friends, she wwas trying to come up with a nickname for me. The process went something like this:

C: How about Jimmylicious?
J: Nah, sounds too cliché.
C: Jimmysome?
J: How did you get that one?
C: Jimmy + awesome = Jimmysome!
J: No. I don't like that.
C: Jimmysomelovin'!
J: That's cute, but nah, too silly. But you know something? This reminds me of a funny story. I was in Laredo at my university once, spending some time with my piano professor, Fritz. I can't remember what we were talking about, but at one point, I got really silly and told him, "Bad Fritz! No Fritzbiscuit for you!" He replied to me, "'Fritzbiscuit'? I don't even wanna know what that is!"
C: JIMMYBISCUIT!
J: Hey, I think I like that!

And the name stuck. I'm called Biscuit for short. It's become one of my favorite nicknames. The "biscuit" part of it also refers to my very irreverent, naughty, and even sexual sense of humor as well as the ditzy side of my personality. There was one time when Cindy was wearing a t-shirt with an upward-pointing arrow across her chest. Beneath the arrow read, Hey, I'm up here. To the average guy, it's a witty way of saying, "Stop looking at my boobs; my face is up here if you want to talk to me." Well, I saw the arrow, but I didn't perceive it as one at first.

I asked Cindy, "I don't get your shirt. What's the house with the words underneath supposed to mean?"
She shook her head, laughed, and gave me a big hug. "Oh, my Biscuit," she said. You're so adorably gay. It's not a house, it's an arrow across my boobs telling guys to look at my face if they want to talk to me."

That's the BISCUIT! 

But where is a biscuit before it's time to eat? In the oven. So, "the oven" is a metaphor for me. Reading my blog is stepping into a part of my mind, like stepping into an oven and being surrounded by heat. Depending on my social environment, I may be very "straight-acting" or more of a flamer than Sean Hayes' character Jack McFarland on Will & Grace.

Long live the Biscuit!

...and the oven too.