Post date: Jul 5, 2011 4:06:15 PM
Have been out of pocket for a few weeks and wasn't able to send out my updates. Appreciate that a few of you showed some concern and emailed or called to see if I was okay. However, on the downside, the drums relayed to me, that there was a small group of you out there, that were checking the obituaries, so you could emote your personal rendition, ala Harold Cain and Martin Luther King of "Free At Last! Free At Last! Thank God Almighty, We Are Free At Last From That Crazy Hunkie!" Sorry to disappoint. Have been in contact with the Roslin Institute in Edinburgh, Scotland, to explore the possibility of cloning a new JOHN MICHAEL as they did with "Dolly the Sheep." Maybe that way some of the good times and good things could carry on a little bit longer. Also have contemplated making a physical donation to the Pacific Reproductive Services, in Riverside, CA. www.pacrepro.com . It is a lesbian-owned sperm bank and I am sure that with my personal profile and eccentricities, there may be a demand for many future little John Michaels to embellish or harass the world at the same time. I can hear a few of my family members, plotting that this is their best chance to have me legally locked up and quash any further humiliations, indignities or sufferings and not having to explain that they know, but can't prove, that a nurse put me into the wrong crib in the hospital maternity ward. That explanation is simple and easy for outsiders to buy into. Over the years, I have had the hard task of trying explain how 3 of my 4 sisters and my brother were accidentally switched in the same maternity ward. Over time I've learned not to discus my family with new acquaintances. I tend to tell people that I only have a twin sister, Maggie, who is 4 years older than me. You would be suprised at how many people wonder if we both look similar, even though we're not of the same sex. Those that really listen, rarely ask another family question. Sometimes, I am sure that is the best thing that can happen.
Speaking of families, when you were younger, did you ever have sleep-overs at friends' homes? I remember all the rumors and gossip about all the families, even the best of them, that had plenty of skeletons in their closets. Think it caused me to be a bit anti-social and I was scared to death, thinking that they may come out at night and try to do me in. Was always very suspicious when I was encouraged to spend the night at Gary's, Freddie's or Nicky's house. Were they trying to punish me? Were they trying to get rid of me? Were they trying to scare me half to death, so that I would be good, join a monastery and become the next pastor at St. John the Baptist Catholic Church? And another thing, they wouldn't let me take my dog Tippy as protection. Were they afraid that since Tippy loved bones, he would attack all of those skeletons and eat them all? If he did that, then they'd have to bring out next line of assault, those old, old, old grandmothers, that were almost as scarey. The only difference was that they had a little skin on their bones, but could turn into a skeleton in the snap of a finger. Still don't stay overnight in others homes without a TV or night light on, searching through evey closet in the house or locking the door and keeping a window open, even if it's raining or snowing outside, as an escape route.
Too many traumatic thoughts! Need to go to Joseph A. Banks, menswear store and get this week's special of buy one suit and get one suit free + 2 free dress shirts + 2 free ties + 2 free belts. If any skeletons escape from a neighboring home, I will be dressed for success to fend off the bone rattling and chilling enemy.
Today's new piece is titled, "Many Directors......One Actress". It is 5 1/2" wide x 12" high x 7" deep. Inscribed on the front is the statement, "Why do most think that they can run my life better than me? None have actually walked through life in my shoes."
Instead of me voicing my thoughts about the piece, I would like to solicit your thoughts, feelings or what you see. Like in all aspects of life, commuications requires two participants. I will admit, that I love hearing my own voice and opinions, but from time to time, it is good, even for me, to get second and third opinions.
(To view photos of the above art piece "Many Directores.....One Actress", go to https://sites.google.com/site/jmdodigartphotos )
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