Wednesday, 8 September 2021

 

Chapter 8   DRIVE IN MOVIE - NO CAR   9-8-21

Other Anecdotes

          


I am in Vegas, 1972, Rev Judy Swaggart either left for LA or else, I just left her in town to gamble & eat her fill at the local smorgasbord, & I have a day or two before I must leave town for my first stripping job {Kansas City}.

 

OK, I am a perpetual walker.  You never know what to expect, what you will find, if you just keep walking.  I head out away from the city of Vegas, onto a road that turns into a highway.  I start early in the morning, by noon I am tired & stop at a hotel on the way, the ladies room is spacious, has plush couches in the parlor.  I sit in one of these & fall asleep for an hour, then awake & keep walking.

 

After hours of this, I see ahead of me on the left, a drive in movie, playing The Ten Commandments.  I must see this.

 

I walk up to the ticket taker & ask for a ticket.  He tells me that won’t work, because you have to have a car.  I don’t understand why – he doesn’t explain.  {About how to hear it you must pull up & put the audio devise on the side of the car – I don’t even think about that, I just know I want to see the movie} We keep arguing, finally he gives in as he can’t dissuade me; I take the ticket & start walking through the grounds.  You might ask what gave me the audacity?  I just had an absolute & total faith in God, that She would see me through.

 

I recall passing a food stand in the depth of the grounds, & then, there on the left, is a lady sitting outside her SUV type vehicle in a chaise lounge.

 









She sees me – calls me over, & says,

 

“I have another chaise in the car, I’ll get it, you sit next to me & enjoy the movie,” & she does that.  {Later, she explained why she was so friendly.  When she saw me, she saw her daughter}

 

After a while it gets cold, because this is the desert.  {It can be 90 in the day, fall down to 50 at night & so she invites me into the vehicle where we watch the rest of that movie.

 

Picture done, she asks me where I came from, how I got there.  I tell her I walked from the city of Vegas; - she says no, you could not have.  I say why not?  She just shakes her head no.  Finally, not getting what she thinks is a straight answer from me, she just drives me to the city of Vegas & leaves me at the hotel, - I know she’s bewildered.

 

The point is, I followed my heart because of this movie I loved so much.  There’s another unusual anecdote re The Ten Commandments.

 






Porno House & Ten Commandments

 

I was in my hood of Williamsburg,  B’klyn, when for some unknown reason I went to meet the manager of a porno movie theater.  He turned out to be an ex-con, had served time in jail, the man who owned this was also a criminal, & put him to manage it.  We talked a lot, & he told me he could obtain any movie I wished, & I could watch it after hours.  What was my favorite movie?

 

He was taken aback when I said, ‘The Ten Commandments,’ but he got it.

 

So I watched The Ten Commandments in a porno theater, while the manager cleaned the place.  Unusual, no?

 

 

“We Use The Daily News to Line the Dog Kennels”

 

         








          I’m at Aunt Ara’s house in North Salem & mighty proud of myself.  There’s an article about me, in German, in a German Magazine.  I proudly show it to Ara.  There’s a German man they are hosted in the house – he doesn’t speak good English – they often put people from the factory, Gilbert & bennet {capital b isn’t working, neither is my exclamation point}, for my Aunt & Uncle to host – people from Europe that weren’t fluent in English.  Of course they paid them.  Henry was a manager of the factory.

 

          So I ask Ara,

          “Can Hans translate the article for me?”

 

          She takes the article, sits on the couch & reads it, then THROWS the magazine back at me, saying,

 

          “Don’t you DARE show Hans this article {exclamation}”  {My exclamation on the key board IS NOT WORKING}

 

          I then feel ASHAMED of myself – but it gets worse.  I tell Ara proudly, at a later date,

 

          “I came out in an article in the Daily News”

 

          She sniffs,

          We use the Daily News to line the dog kennels.”

 

          I am deflated.

 











I will now channel Aunt Ara, to see how she felt about what she did.

 

          ME:  Aunt Ara, didn’t you have any feelings as to how you were hurting me, esp about the dog kennels?

 

          AA {Aunt Ara}:  No, I was only thinking about my own feelings.  You were in the adult trade, t me, that was selling your body. You degraded the family by degrading yourself.  It hurt me to see our dignity besmirched.  So I let you have it.

 

          ME:   Now you’re on the other side, either Heaven or Purgatory.  Don’t you feel you did wrong?  You hated me, didn’t you?

 

          AA:   Yes, it was hate.  I hated you from the moment I found out you were in the business you were in, especially when you were so beautiful & sexy – I was jealous.  I feared Henry would want you.

 

          ME:   Yes, he was planning to rape me but he didn’t.  However, he always flirted with another member of the family, older than me.  He was infatuated with her.  Why didn’t you hate her?

 

          AA:   She wasn’t as beautiful as you or sexy, she did not flaunt her sex appeal or appear nude in places or dance for men, or do anything that would hurt the reputation of the family.  She was in good standing with the family, being close to your Mom, my sister.  I couldn’t afford to hate her - but hating you & hurting you was allowed – you were the outcast, like you said, it was open season on you.

 

          ME:   Going back in memory to you people is sickening.  You, none of you were about love, were you?  Why did you go to Church?

 

          AA:   For me, gong to Church was more of a social act & an ego act than one of devotion.  I wanted to prove to myself & others that I was an upstanding member of the community, that I followed my Christian duties, that I was a good person.  If I didn’t go to Church people would think I was immoral.  About 10% had to do with loving God.  You want everyone to be a Saint, few people are – none of us was a Saint but you.

 

          ME:   You called me a Saint.  Do you see now all you people did to me was wrong – How do you feel about Mom, my brother, yourself as well as another person I the family abusing me, treating me like dirt?

 

          AA:   It’s one of those things that was easy to do for me & them.  We had no conscience.  It’s like people in the South hating black people.  It was their custom, their culture, their habit, they all accepted it.  Few were saints who stepped outside the boundaries & defended the blacks.  So it was for you, you were our n_.  We didn’t care, we didn’t feel guilty, we felt justified.  It’s the mob mentality – kill the n_ - throw her off the cliff; we saw you as the guilty one who deserved punishment, we didn’t question it deeply, just as we did not think deeply about life.  We had all the prejudices there were – you know that – we hated minorities, people in the adult trade, women who went out with minorities, people who were metaphysically oriented or dreamed dreams – we were small, narrow minded people who looked down on others.  {End channeling}

 

          ME:  OK, I’ve heard enough, it’s making me sick.  Good bye for now.

 

         









TEDDY BEAR GETS A HARDON

 

 

                     I bet you never heard this one before.  I have a lady friend who has a summer cottage in a state nearby, I go there a lot & our big thing is feeding wild animals.  She has everything there is, you name it, including bears – she’s been feeding them so many years some of them are semi tame.

 

          Raccoons & skunks sometimes eat out of our hands, I wake up with bear hairs on my comforter – how many can brag on that?  They are about 3” long, bigger at base, curve, come to a sharp point.  The cats might have brought them in, maybe it was our clothes from the brush outside – it’s surrounded by bushes & woods.

 

          There’s this one guy, for lack of a better word, I call ‘big Teddy’ - have seen him for several years.  He’s the worse for wear, with a totally broken paw & half an ear – was fighting with another guy no doubt – he’s actually peaceful & friendly.  A skunk came up to his food to have a bite.  They touched noses, neither one was scared.  Teddy is a lover, not a fighter, that’s why he got crushed.  To avoid any confrontations, when he sees another bear coming he takes off, doesn’t stand his ground – but one time when I came out on the porch, the other bear got scared & bolted – Teddy stood there as if saying,

 

          “I’m the big boss here, you can run but I don’t because I’m loved, I’m important to this lady.”

 




















          Teddy would show up, if there wasn’t enough food or the best food, he’d climb up on the porch & make noise.  I or my lady friend would come out to accommodate him.  We’d wait till he got off the porch, go out there, - he’d move about 10’ away, we put the food down & come back in.

 

He got tamer & tamer, & sometimes he’d just cross his arms on the side of the porch as he stood beneath it & wait, - I decided to try to see if I could give him sandwiches by hand.  They were peanut butter with strawberry jelly.  So as he waited, I came out, before he got away from the porch, I offered him a sandwich, & he took it ever so gently make sure he didn’t grasp my hand.  I gave him a couple more, then I put the rest of them out there – he’d handle 10 to 30 sandwiches at a time.

 

One day I got a big surprise.  He was awfully hungry & made some noises.  I came by quickly & he was waiting.  I started rustling up the sandwiches & he was so happy he was rocking the porch.  I get them done, come out, & he stands up straight, & to my utter surprise, he has a hardon.  He wasn’t rocking the porch, he was humping.  His penis was just like a dog’s – if you ever saw how the pink part comes out of a dog’s penis – it was just like that.

 

So now I told you an anecdote that few could match – bear hairs on one’s bed when one wakes up & a bear is so happy to see you & your sandwiches he has a hardon…My life is UNIQUE.   {End Chapter 8}












 

 

2 comments:

  1. Wow, this one came out very great, Rasa. Very interesting and the artwork and fuzzies go great with it. I will be sure to share it on FB.

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