Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

I was good with my hands.

Massage $30.00 the hand lettered sign was discreetly tacked onto the Harvard yard bulletin board, at the grocery store, in the coffeeshop.  Phone number and the address was enough to bring the customers in.  I was so reckless back then.  Imagine doing that now.  I had a few close calls back then too.

Knock, knock, 

You never know who is going to turn up with a sign like that up in the world.  I got all kinds. I mean literally all kinds... of men.


One guy was really kinda cute.  He was a repeat customer and my favorite.  I wasn't into wearing much clothes back them, just a little something, unless it was cold.  then wool socks too.

So when I straddled this guy to start the massage, it would be skin to skin.  My thighs would slide up the side and down, as I worked his back.  To reach his neck, I would lean over and slide my front along his back.  I'm pretty sure full contact massages are not in the Swedish handbook of proper form, but they really were very efficient for ironing out the kinks in a guys back and putting a big smile on his face.  This guy was a patient fellow who didn't flip over to get his happy ending right away.  He liked the full long luxurious massage that I was quite willing to hand over to him.  I was good with my hands.

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One fellow came over with a paper bag in his hand.  "Do you ever use 'props'" he asked me.

"Props??" what was that codeword for,  I was young, I had no idea.  I do now. Um... okay. If you provide them, I will use them....? 

I want to show you my underwear" he says, very shyly.     I was expecting him to undress completely so underwear is no biggie....

He strips down to his bra and panties and garter belt and hose.     Whoah!   and out of the brown paper bag comes a dress.  He looks at me for a reaction.


Something in his manner lead me to snap at him.   "That is no way to put on a dress!"   "Yes Ma'am!" he says and shivers a little bit.   Yes that is what he wants.  He wants a firm, firm firm Massage indeed.

I find a yardstick, and look for faults about his demeanor, his posture, his attitude.   Ah props! 

He leaves very satisfied and I got a nice tip.

Months later I was in down town Boston and saw him again  Directing traffic.  He was in his full policeman's uniform including white gloves.

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i got a phone call from a nervous fellow.  He told me his fellow workers had chipped in to get him enough money to visit a hooker.  He was the original 30 year old virgin. 





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  1. SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 1:06 AM

    Nice work if you can get it?

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  2. JCMarch 20, 2012 at 1:45 AM

    i'm just gonna keep passing by with a huge grin. ;) let the count begin!!

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  3. reeseMarch 20, 2012 at 9:18 AM

    Rosie...
    Very entertaining...all I can say is "Roll em Lester"...

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