Soooooooo.......Facebook has some weird people on it....in fact, a group of gaggly women are all abuzz about the possibility that you might be considering a face lift so that you can come back and go on tour again. I'm thinkin', "do you REALLY think he would go to all that trouble, to be set back another 6-8 months of recovery from a major surgery, possibly ending up looking like KENNY ROGERS, (dear God I hope not), in order to make a comeback tour in another YEAR from now?" That just seems ridiculous to me. But hey, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. I would hope you'd have a more level head on your shoulders than that though. You don't NEED a damned face lift. Save your money and I'll make your face lift on its OWN, with lots of SMILES and LAUGHS. How about THAT?!
Another group of gaggly women on Facebook have started a discussion over whether or not you would prefer "Brazilian, Hollywood, or au natural." I wrote, "What if he prefers MEN?!" then I added, "Don't kill me. And no rumors please, it's a hypothetical bizarre answer to a very bizarre question." Now they're all going wild about how there's NO WAY you could ever prefer men. So I write again, "OIC...ok...well, then, maybe he's bi. Ya never know." LOL I just love messin' with people. Just giving a different perspective, ya know? WHO THE FUCK CARES IF YOU LIKE MEN OR WOMEN OR SHAVED PUSSY OR NOT?!!!! GOOD GOD!!!!
But I do shave mine, in case you were wondering. WINK!!
Okay, moving on...this picture (below) is what I think of when I write "gaggly women." I'm sure you've seen this a million times while on stage. I can totally understand why you wish to avoid it now.
Of course, I won't deny that I used to be one of those gaggly women...but, eventually people kinda grow up. Well, at least, SOME of us do. I still love ya, God knows....but not like that group of gaggly women there.
In fact, when I met you the second time, I waited in a room full of gaggly women like this, some younger than me, most older...and they were all checking their makeup and hair, excitedly chatting with each other, while I faded into the wood work like I always do...(I'm a bit anti-social don'tchaknow)... and when you walked through the door, all hell broke loose. They all ran towards you, gathered around you, and all I could do was stand there, frozen, hearing what I SWEAR sounded like angel's voices singing---and my friend, I have to tell you honestly, you have a HUGE aura around you. It was amazing to see that.
But I just stood there, watching how you reacted to all that insanity, and I somehow just knew that you were NOT in the mood for it. So I patiently waited at the back of the line of women, most of whom were pawing at you, squealing like ferocious pigs in heat, and attacking you aggressively...so when it finally came to my turn....I stood there, looked at you....waited a moment....and then I ASKED if I could hug you. Your face was priceless at that moment. Like, "WTF?!" Because apparently nobody else had bothered to ASK you first. I guess it caught you off guard.
When you're in the BDSM scene, like me, though....one of the golden rules is never to touch anyone unless they say yes, when you ASK if you can touch them. So, I asked. Seemed like a common sense way of doing things to me. But hey, what do I know. I didn't get the groupie handbook.
So you looked at me strangely, and you said, "Uh, sure...but don't kiss me, I don't want to get sick." AS IF I WAS A LEPER OR SOMETHING?!! Like I'm some DISEASED person?!! I looked at YOU with an annoyed face and said, "I didn't OFFER you a kiss." Ya bonehead. Didn't you figure out when I ASKED to hug you that I wasn't LIKE those other gaggly women?! I was NOT about to paw at you or attack you or rub my naughty bits on you....good Lord....maybe that's what you're USED TO, I don't know, but apparently you must have a 10 second brain delay about such things. I'll let it go this time. But don't ever let that happen again, Bucko.
If I had offered you a kiss, it would have knocked you on your ass, anyway, and I don't think you could have handled it. So nyahhhh. Sniff.
The hug, however, was awesome. I'll never forget it. I wanted at that moment to drop to my knees and put my head on your lap. (My submissive side). But of course, I didn't. Then I felt your hair....oooohhhh that hair....and at the same time, with that glowing aura of yours, so warm, so intense....I sensed immediately that you were tired, and sad. So I didn't stick around very long. Then I showed you a photo----a favorite of mine----of you talking with 2 women at Disney World or Land or someplace....a pen-pal had sent it to me. You were shocked, and asked if I had been there too, or if I knew those women. I said, "No...but I love this photo of you because it's the REAL YOU." And you kinda blinked a few times....you didn't really reply...but I knew I had somehow made an impression.
So if you DO remember all that, I give you a nod and a handshake, because at 64, you probably don't remember it at all. And that's okay. I'll always remember it, and that's all that really matters.
Well, I'm off to get this place ready for a party on Saturday...gotta decorate with Valentine crap and all that stupid shit. Give me a flogger over a dozen roses ANY DAY!!! hehehehehe I'm so bad....WINK!
Bye for now.
Love, Rebecca
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