Saturday, March 10, 2007
I have a strange relationship to my neck. When I was a little kid I had a really hard time with having my neck be vulnerable, I would freak out if it was exposed. And then I also have a really particular birthmark on my neck, a small dark oval. I used to think I was a victim of Jack the Ripper and got my throat cut, but that didn't really jive with the rest of it, like why it's an oval instead of a line. And since childhood, I've also had some very vivid memories of living in the second world war in Germany. I remember running from the Nazis, I remember hiding in a lot of places, I clearly remember standing by the windows during a bombing raid and feeling helpless. And if I hear air raid sirens, I freak the hell out. Oh man, do not like hearing those. I've never liked them, ever since I can remember.
Anyway, I found out that Nazi's commonly killed people by shooting them in the neck.
So was that my last life?? Probably, but it's mostly obscure, except I do know more than I should about that era, I mean, more than what I've read about.
But back to my neck, it's also my favorite spot in the world to be touched, except I don't let anyone touch me there. Except for one person. It's a funny thing. And I have a vampire fetish like you wouldn't believe, so I have no idea if that has to do with it. But I always liked vampires in the sexy way. Not in the rampaging Lost Boys way.
I thought I told you to stay off the boardwalk.
Once when I was a kid my babysitter and I made rice krispie squares and recited the entire Lost Boys screenplay word for word from beginning to end. I used to be able to do that with a lot of movies, memorize them in total. I probably still could.