JosefKirchner.com

                 BIOGRAPHY 

Yes, that is really me! And, Yes! That really once was me!  :-) I love the new me, don't you?  :) I could have smiled in the pic, but it was an artsy shot that required no smiling.

Once a buxom blonde bombshell named Judy, thanks to Miss Clariol (and so many surgeons I cannot name/thank them all), and now the strapping muscle dude known as Joe. The birth till age 19 male version of me I'll try to post a pic of too soon, but I'm feeling a bit too tired to put it together now.

This is the page where my entire lifestory will unfold before you.  It's not going to be a simple write as I will be all over the place writing past and present inserting text from different points in my history so for a chronological read from start to finish you may have to wait for the book form that may take several years. 

I am really sorry that you may have fallen victim to reading about my life from unreliable sources.  I've Googled my own name and found so much stuff written about me on the Internet from people who don't know me and never even consulted with me before writing about me.  You'd think if they wanted to write something authoritive about me they would contact me to confirm things, but I think they do not contact me so they can continue to create stories they use to their own device. People are jealous and devious.  Some are just plain stupid when here i have my own official website and it makes their stories seem rediculous when they conflict with the truth found here.  It amazes me how people can do such things and have anyone feel they are a creditable person in any respect.

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My life began within the life of another human being and so I will begin this work by talking about my family and the circumstances under which I came into the world. 

My maternal grandparents where Henry Horstman and the former Miss Emma Rachel Gaylord.  Of their 14 children my Grandmother was born in 1914 and passed in 2004. My mother was her second child born in 1938 and passed in 1993.

I know a bit more about my father's family as their history was traced as immigrating from Germany in 1844. His parent's, Josef and Anna Kirchner, I never met due to circumstances surrounding my birth.  Their son, David Ryan Kirchner, was my mother's second husband whom she divorced while pregnant with me.  She remarried again before I was born and arranged that this man, my first stepfather, be listed as my father on my birthcertificate.  His name was Charles Hall he is who I was originally named after.  It was not until many years later when I was 13-years-old and my drunken mother was being verbally and physically abusive to me that she revealed that Charles Hall was not my real father.  That night she preceeded to get on the phone in her drunken state to call my real father's parents home as they were listed in the phone book and asked to speak to him.  He was not available, but she instead spoke his mother about me.  As always with any drunken episodes the rule was to never mention anything of it the next day.  As a child you learn to not ask the next day, "Why did you tell me you hate me and beat me last night?", as it has the ability to bring on more wrath during the next drunk.

After I was born I left the hospital with my grandmother for the first 13 weeks of my life.  I didn't know this fact until I was much older, but it finally cleared up a mystery for me.  My mother would often lament during times of her tirades of hatred against me, "You cried for six months solid when I brought you home!"  After I learned the facts I thought to myself, of course any baby who had just been born and been mothered by someone for the first 13 weeks of their life would cry when they were taken away from the only mother they had known.  The mother/child bond was created between me and my grandmother and it was a strong bond of souls that would never be broken.  I often say that we were so close that it was like sharing a soul between me and my grandmother.

My earliest recollections of childhood begin when I was about 5 years of age.  I find it strange I don't have any earlier memories, but I can only suspect that life in my home may have been so bad on a mental scale that I blocked it all out.  I know many people who claim to have vivid memories from before the age of five, but I do not.

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