I was born in the US in an incredible story that began a trail of misfortune. A nurse intern, who was more focused on the hot doctor than filling out forms correctly, put the wrong tag on my ankle and I was sent home or at least on the road in a caravan with a couple called Jack and Shirley.
They would travel from town to town performing a duet show at local cowboy bars. I’d be shoved in a box behind the bar for the show and for this I became a placid baby as no one could hear my cries over the barfights and screeching sound of Shirley’s yodels.
It was at one of these bars when I was three, as I stood near the guitar case dressed in my rodeo outfit collecting tips, that a talent agent spotted me. My prayers were answered because we were out of the bars and into studios with me starring in commercials advertising everything from toothpaste to life insurance. Shirley and Jack bought a house and for the first time we were a real family.
It was the happiest two years of my life before Shirley died of eye shadow poisoning; the blue shimmering kind had metallics in it that were meant for street cars not skin. Jack and I were devastated until a hooker like woman called Marlene came along to ease his pain.
The joy was short lived as it turned out she was an evil stepmother who secretly transferred all my earnings into a bank account. She sold the house from under Jack and we didn’t even have the van to go back to.
It killed him on the spot as we returned one day to find some tall white guy dressed in one of Shirley’s favorite dress yelling at us to get off his land.
It was at this point that authorities discovered the mix up at the hospital. I was flown to Australia to join my biological parents, Gina and Tony, plus an instant sister, Jack and Shirley’s real daughter Felicia.
They all lived in a penthouse in inner city Sydney, a lavish lifestyle with little love. I was restricted to the back rooms of the house and ate separately. The only comfort I had was Felicia who confided in me that she always felt out-of-place. We united and decided to go to court and be emancipated from Gina and Tony at the age of eight.
We moved in with her aunt and Felicia had a small fortune from the pocket-money she stashed. We secretly opened up a betting account and found that we were natural winners on the punt.
OK… I’ll stop now. The story above is a complete fabrication of the truth. I didn’t live that life but lived many others which I’ll share with you, as I get to know you all, snippets of the past but my point to the story above is that we all come from somewhere and here at the Temple we appreciate each of us has a past that makes us who we are.
We’re pretty cut and dry on the subject of people. Learn from your mistakes and use them and any other crap that has happened as compost to make the future grow.
The Temple core is around the impact of social media and how it impacts ‘normal life’. Each topic is brought about through a SM trend be it a twitter fight, celebrity mishap or email blunders. With a satire tone and labelled as a funny blog we admit we don’t take a normal approach to blogging. From poking fun at selfies through my mundane modelling and symbol tattoos, the Temple displays just how much we focus on our screens instead of our lives.
Many don’t know what to make of Tamzen Temple, my blog as it isn’t mainstream. Many don’t see the sense in publishing something that won’t be read by the masses. We thank all those who do make sense of it and take it for what it is: a bit of fun and the attempt to promote common sense, decency and manners by ME. (I say We even though it is purely my blog, because if I didn’t have the support to be free to do what I do it wouldn’t exist)
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