the ROCKS GLASS

merlin:

youlooknicetoday:

The monkey. Back row. Rocky & Bullwinkle on his lap. Yellow shirt. Big plastic mouth. Him?

That’s “Jo-Jo“—the monkey I made out with ‘til I was 12.

Ladies.

Big disclosure time.

When I was in grade school, I had a tremendous crush (as did every red-blooded American boy who was worth his slowly simmering testosterone) on Princess Leia. So, let’s say in 1978 or so, I wrote a letter of undying love to one miss Carrie Fisher. Many weeks later I received an autographed B/W headshot of Carrie dressed as Princess Leia.

I remember the photo vividly. There was the princess, pistol at the ready. She was in the corridor where she had just given the Death Star plans to R2-D2. The autograph probably read something like, “To Jeremy, Reach for the stars!!! Carrie.”

I framed that photo and placed it on my dresser, where it sat proudly for years. As I grew older, I began feeling more self-conscious around the photo, turning it around when I’d change clothes, because there was something alluring, something unidentifiably erotic about that come-hither look accompanied by laser weaponry.

And, when that special time came - MY sake period if you will - that photo of Princess Leia became MY Jo-Jo.

I’m not sure when I ended up getting rid of the photo. Probably about 12 as well, but… I still remember those cold, glass kisses that came from a galaxy far, far away.