having just landed in the boston area from another galaxy far far away, sweet sixteen-year-old girlontape was dazed, confused & rather alienated:
unjustly trapped in a leafy well-to-do suburb by her well-meaning parents, she loathed the cheery overweight natives, all of whom seemed to be wearing those awful cheery sweaters with little reindeers... little hearts... little xmas trees... and whose favorite greeting was: oh my god!! you're so skinny!!
as a result of which teen girlontape soon developed body-image problems like the rest of 'em. what else? oh yeah.
that year she spent a lot of time in her room having epic self-induced orgasms & longing to do it with a man not a boy & preferably david bowie, smoking cigarettes, writing a lot of angst-ridden crap & listening to her favorite tune,
then got rid of her cherry with a boy not a man, learned to smoke pot like an american, fell in love with muscle cars & got raving drunk on scotch whisky at her first rock 'n roll concert.
ps. photo of girlontape by a friend of my parents' who took us out on his boat... can't remember his name but they were a very nice family... of course i didn't appreciate them at the time nor did i ever thank him for this amazing portrait, the only one i have of myself at that age.
pps. according to the family historian aka my sister... turns out these friends were Argentines of Italian descent. of course!