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So little time, so many white patches! (Map courtesy of TripAdvisor "Cities I've Visited".)
The man who has grown up, in all his rarity, will bulldoze his way in to every area and aspect of your life, both mentally and physically. He will do this because he’s actually aware of the fact that you there are other planes to your existence beyond the mounds on your chest and the vast space between your eyes. You will no longer be able to live with your current, untouched belief systems because from the moment he comes in to your periphery, he will infiltrate your mental space, stroking your ego and picking your brain, until he’s got a pretty solid idea of all of your own person doctrines, theories, and mantras and has already imposed his own perspective on it.
The man who has grown up will permanently taint your memory of all the other boys you’ve ever dated, younger or older in age, blasting them far off in to outer space never to return to your mind or heart. He will raise the bar well above average, officially casting away a large sum of the rest of the men on this planet by heightening your awareness of their immaturity, their bullshit lines, and stark stares. He may leave you speechless as to what you actually want and desire. Above all else, he’ll consume you with desire. He will open your eyes and change your vision. He will challenge your current beliefs. He’ll listen to you, actually listen to you, and then he’ll have something to say about it. He will open your eyes up to ideas, feelings, and thoughts, you solely believed could never be shared. The way he will make you feel will have you questioning your own sanity.
This will drive you insane.
He will sear his way in to your mind, memory and heart. I could go on, but hey, I’ll just date an immature guy instead.
I'm having an unfamiliar feeling. Like something's not quite in the state of balance my nature usually prefers. (No, it's not my IBS.)The BFF has been busy. Dates and whatnot. Business stuff and girly get-togethers. Sink trap cleaning and drawer contents re-arrangement and what have you. So little time, so many demands.
Yes, well, yet I'm feeling, dare I say it, pangs of, well, longing. A craving gone unfulfilled. An inadequacy. If it's not quite a hollowness, then it's an indentation in a favourite chair that someone else's personage is supposed to be nestled within. A deficiency in my current state of affairs. A wanting, not of just companionship, but of a specific companion's sunny repartee.It's just a change in routine that is throwing me off, of course. Once you get used to things occurring with a certain cadence, an established frequency, it's perfectly normal to feel oddly off-balance when your regular 'sounding board' isn't available to bounce ideas off according to your normally scheduled programming. Like a detour erected in your normal route to work, an interruption in newspaper delivery, or Starbucks discontinuing your favourite bean blend. Not something one can't work around, over, or through to get past though!
Somewhat, well, disquieting, however.
Discomfort-inducing, to be more precise.Nothing I can't shake off, of course. A challenge to be met head-on as only a man can do. I haven't got enough on my plate, that's likely what the problem is. To negotiate this speed-bump on my (of late) normally placid emotional passage I'll:
Why the lead-up?
“Michael REALLY loved children!”. Yes, he certainly did.I understand the sentiment and reluctance to mar our memories, and I understand there’s a significant portion of the population who aren’t adept at dealing with complex issues at a conceptual level, or aren’t emotionally equipped to confront unpleasantness, but this was a man with a very sad and tragic upbringing that lead him to perpetuate the cycle of creating more disturbed adults by doing to others what was done to him.
At puberty MJ's voice never matured. How was that even possible?Only the removal of a male’s testosterone-producing glands would produce this result, and sexual predilections are already in place by age 13, they don’t begin in maturity. EVERY one back then KNEW that the fact Mikey’s voice never changed was disturbing — it was both unnatural and virtually impossible. He did not want to mature, it was clear -- he wanted to remain 12 years old forever (it wasn’t just about his voice, folks!). It seems patently obvious that it was back then that his surgical self-mutilation began.
What was so distinctive about MJ's genitals?Was it that he had something extra down there, like some scars, or something missing entirely? (Recall it was this titillating bit of evidence that forced Mikey and his lawyers to ‘pony up’ and pay-off the Chandler family, clearly offering them a deal that included being legally obliged to pay back, or lose access to, the multi-millions of dollars they received in ‘hush money’ if any member of the family EVER revealed any of Michael’s secrets or actions. None of them ever has.)
Why did Michael ‘fall in love’ with a black-haired white boy the same age as he was when he tried to freeze his own development?From interviews with people close to him it was clear he acted like any other man in love would with his paramour when he dominated the life of Jordan Chandler for almost a year, until the boy had the courage to speak up back in 1993?
What was MJ covering up with that single glove, and how did he 'turn white'?Given the fact that he’s the only black person I’ve ever heard of who successfully went from black to totally white, it was most likely vitiligo, a not uncommon depigmentation disease. (From Wikipedia: “The most notable symptom of vitiligo is depigmentation of patches of skin that occurs on the extremities. Although patches are initially small in size, they can often start to enlarge and change shape. When skin lesions occur, they are most prominent on the face, hands and wrists. Depigmentation is particularly noticeable around body orifices, such as the mouth, eyes, nostrils, genitalia and umbilicus.”)
What was up with all that cosmetic surgery?Mikey liked comics, as any 12 year old boy would, and he wanted to attract children to him, hence the enormous investment in everything he could come up with that might bring children to him: chimpanzees, giraffes, an amusement park, a private, secluded ranch where no one could penetrate his bedroom, dolls, the Elephant Man’s bones, and a comic-book hero’s face. Think about it.
MJ was NOT trying to look like his sister...She also had surgery on her nose, but Michael was trying to look like a comic book hero that 12 year old boys, ideally Caucasian, would like. He became the image of what he’d like to embrace, absorb, control, have sex with…
Why was Jacko trying to build an amusement park in Poland in the mid-90's?The Poles were desperate for investment, the economy was only just beginning to grow and the opportunity to pay the authorities to allow you to do all kinds of nefarious things was possible — and the young, very Caucasian-looking children, many of whom had black hair, were attractive targets for a character like Whacko Jacko.
Why did Michael’s PR team set up a marriage of convenience with Lisa Marie Presley immediately after the paedophile charges?Everyone could see he was obviously not interested in women, much less adults, so no one with an IQ over 85 ever believed this was anything but a total sham. She admitted they never ‘consummated’ the relationship and interviews reveal that she was seeking a male figure in her life who was similar to her drug-addicted father, a man she could struggle to “fix” to compensate for having been unable to “fix” the dad she barely knew and lost so early in her life.
His songs were NOT about his fans, but about himself, as most singers’ songs are:
Who could deny a guy the chance to become a dad? Aww...Mikey placed an order for two kids, but he really wanted a bevy of white boys with no mommy on the scene — and incest was not really this thing (though he was a narcissist, in love with himself), so in quick order, another marriage was arranged, two kids were produced and some paperwork was signed. It was admitted that coitus never occurred, the two children were conceived via artificial insemination — with some male’s sperm. Unfortunately one of the kids turned out to be a girl…
What's a clear demonstration of a total lack of innate parental instinct?Hold your baby over a precipice, like a hotel balcony. The third human being he had designed and produced for him — and that he nick-named after an INANIMATE OBJECT, “Blanket”, a ‘comforter’ you take to bed with you and snuggle — was dangled thusly in public. (Or was it the daughter he really never wanted, but had no option but to take? Same point...)
Famously, Michael admitted to having his children sleep in his bed with him.I wonder if little Paris, his ‘daughter’ found herself waking up alone in her own bed, however? (I can see his 12 year old style bedroom door sign: “NO GIRLS ALLOWED!”)
Why was MJ working so hard not only to live far from any criticism or oversight, but also preventing anyone from seeing the children's faces?When he finally -- only after the oldest were TEN YEARS OLD (that’s a loooong time to be kept in hiding!) -- allowed the children’s faces to be revealed while traveling through an airport, one thing became VERY clear for anyone in the world who cared to take a look and remember what Michael’s actual genes "look like" (not his surreal metamorphosis).
Can you see any evidence of MJ's African-American, pre-Thriller genes in any of those children? Really?The African-American gene is expressed dominantly when whites and blacks produced mixed children. In every mixed conception, if the African-American parent had broad nostrils, kinky hair and a dark complexion, these are virtually always evident, even if only marginally. Not in any of these THREE children, however. Although the first two kids are clearly Debbie Rowe’s, none of them share Michael Jackson’s DNA. All three are 100% Caucasian.
Nicely pulled off, Mikey!And what fun for him behind closed doors! (BTW: Inside Neverland Whacko Jacko had a room filled with 12 year old sized dolls dressed in various uniforms — all of them were white, I'm not sure how many girl dolls there were amongst the boys.)
Think about that: A custom-ordered "human-blanket"...For the last kid Mikey went out shopping for a genetically ideal egg and sperm donors to produce a boy that looked just like he wanted it to (the appearance of the surrogate ‘baby oven’ was unimportant if the embryo was produced in vitro), then kept the boy’s hair long the way he liked it:
“Ever since I was born, Daddy was the best father you could ever imagine!”Lovely. Except that the kids never were exposed to anyone outside of the house in Bahrain, so how would she imagine what a good daddy was supposed to be like? From Superman cartoons? Perhaps she might have thought that what daddy did in the bed and bath with her brothers was being a great dad! Patty Hearst loved her captors too, it’s a common reaction for captives, and is 100% natural for a child growing up sequestered. It’s also likely that nothing ‘untoward’ ever happened to her — her dad consistently demonstrated his intense, exclusive interest in little boys.
"Oooo! I think I really nailed my pointsh wish that one! He/she'sh going to think I'm sho inshightful!"Not.
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