I like people who are different. Maybe not so much different - but who are not hypocrites and who are themselves no - matter what people think about them. I have more respect for a person who will come up to me and say they hate me than for someone who pretends to be my friend. I might not like it; but I will have respect for this person.
This is what really attracted me to a lover of mine back in the seventies. He always said what he felt no matter what anyone thought. He had a lot of money but wore clothes he got from such places as the Salvation Army. He owned Canton Storage and Transfer and slept in one of the rooms at his storage warehouse.
He was so gross. But his grossness turned me on. When we went to a movie, if he had to go to the restroom, he would just pull it out and pee on the floor. He chewed snuff. When we were in department stores, he would spit on the floor. At the grocery stores, he would open a jar of something and taste it. If he had to belch, he would do it really loud no matter where he was.
I thnk his grossness turned me on because it was on the same category as some of the exhibitionist pranks my stripper friends and I would play on people. I liked finding a man as crazy or even crazier than myself.
One time he was standing in the back of the burlesk theater in Canton, Ohio watching my show. He belched really loud. One of the guys watching my show turned around looking disgusted. It was really strange and funny and quite coincidental; but every so often after that, when this same guy was at the theater watching my show, my gross boyfriend would be standing in the back of the theater and let out a big belch.
This guy became really irritated at the belching and more so each time he heard it. None of the other guys even acknowledged the belch; but he did. When he heard the belch, he would look all around looking disgusted and mad squirming in his seat.
I told my boyfriend about this guy - about how he would cuss and squirm around when he heard the "big belch"! We both thought it was really funny.
One day I was not working and my boyfriend and I were in the theater for some reason. I saw the guy that hated the belching sitting in the audience. I told my boyfriend. We both thought it would be really funny to sit behind this guy and have my boyfriend let out a big belch.
My boyfriend was six foot one, weighted 250 pounds, and had a 52 inch chest; so he was not afraid to take on any man. We sat behind the guy. The stage show started. My boyfriend was directly behind him. He let out a really loud belch. The guy got up and walked to the end of our aisle and hollered, "You son-of-a-bitch!" We both laughed so much. It was so funny. Tears were coming out of my boyfriend's eyes from laughing so much. He later told me that if that guy would have hit him, he could not have defended himself because he was so weak from laughing.
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