Did you know John Lennon and I have the same initials?
Here I am wearing a t-shirt of John at the Statue of Liberty that my friend's mom bought for me at Hot Topic. Yes, I'm still young enough to wear things from HT, I even have a HT Card!
Lennon and I have many similarities other than just the same initials, as I'm sure you know. Such as; we both have a rebellious nature and acerbic wit, his first band was The Quarrymen, and I used to hunt for quartz crystals at a quarry as a preteen, he loved poetry, films, writing, being class clown, both our mothers died when we were young, he wrote "Jealous Guy", and I recently discovered I am one as well, he lived in the UK, I lived in the UK, he lived in New York, I lived in New York, he was an activist, I'm an activist… I could go on and on, but as you see we are so close it's mind-boggling!
Going through some old boxes of clothes, I found a pair of jeans from 20 years ago, that still fit me! I remember buying them in Dallas, in Deep Ellum... I can't believe I still have them! They fit perfectly! No, I'm not bragging about being able to fit my hot toned sexy body into them after all these years, at all... I'm just amazed the fabric is still intact after all the moves I've made and all the moths, moisture and mold they've probably been exposed to.
After posting this photo on my Facebook page several people emailed me about the photo, such as this one from a young lady.
"Jerry, I've been staring at your picture for sometime now, can't get work done. Do you know all the lines converge onto your crotch? The first thing I notice in the picture is your crotch! My eyes are mysteriously drawn to your loins and I wonder about what hard, thick and meaty secret your pants conceal…"
It was pretty lengthy, the email that is and I considered deleting the picture after getting those kinda messages, but seriously why does it upset me? People make up things in their head all the time. People love to open their mouths and say things like that to get a rise out of me. I'd like to be able to take it all as a compliment. It's not like they are insulting me. When people do, I know how that feels, too.
I get in bed and contemplate my next move in life. What will I do? Where will I go? Who will love me? Who will help me? How will I survive the future?
Below me on my bed, is a soft pillow top mattress pad filled with potpourri that smells of patchouli and sandalwood, it's used to stimulate, calm, relax the mind and create erotic emotions. I wish you could climb up on it and feel how hard it is to ignore how great it is! Come with me and see! Is there a scent that drives you crazy?
I use Axe Dark Temptation! I love the smell of it. I don't know if anyone else does, but I love it. I still love smell of Sex Panther by Odion, but I'll save that for my special kitten.
There's so many cool people I'd love to add to my list of friends, but Facebook has blocked me from adding anymore people. Not that I need anymore friends, because you (if you are my Facebook Friend) are cool enough, but there's some friends of yours that I bet might be fun to have join in on our talks. Please add me now!
