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The Evolution of LenKen:

A (Thankfully) Brief Photo Essay



LenKen: In DragI guess a Kennedy wouldn’t be a Kennedy without some sort of scandal.  Here is a picture of me in drag a couple years ago.  That one youthful indiscretion pretty much ruined my political career.


And speaking of scandalaciousness, here are a couple gratuitous nudie pics, which originally appeared in Playgirl magazine.

LenKen: Gratuitous Nudie Pic       LenKen: Gratuitous Nudie Pic


LenKen: Army PicThis photo was taken in 1991, when I was in the Army.  As you can see, I was downright ecstatic.  I had no idea how much fun Army Basic Training would be — especially in muggy South Carolina in the middle of summer.


LenKen: Busted!This guy looks eerily similar to the guy I saw in the mirror a few minutes ago.  It was taken in June 1999, just a couple months after my first lung surgery, so I was still somewhat emaciated (well under 150 pounds).

     Ha!  I look like a deer in headlights (they often purse their lips like that when they know they’re about to die).  The look on my face, as you may have guessed, is one of guilt: That bottle of cheap-ass Scotch on my desk was about three-fourths full a few hours before the picture was taken.  Ah . . . but it was all part of the healing process. . . .  :P


Oh, and a few years ago, I finally got around to purchasing a digital camera, so I can actually take some new pictures.  Like this portrait of me doing my impersonation of the Ultimate Warrior fishing for Koalas off the coast of Curaçao. . . .


LenKen: Relatively Recent Pic


And this is what I look like right now — or, at least, how I looked on the night of November 10, 2010 . . . which is pretty much exactly how I look now.  Anyway, the caricature you see when you mouseover the image was created by the venereal venerable David Coe.

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Speaking of giving credit where credit is due — although I coded all the XHTML, CSS, and JavaScript on my website myself — the smilies are Jason’s.  All the writings, however, are mine.  And contrary to what some people think, the Internet is not public domain.  As Jesus himself said, in Matthew 7:12, “You wouldn’t want other people stealing your shit and claiming that it’s their own shit, so don’t steal other people’s shit.”


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