Flatearther
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- Sep 14, 2006
When I was a teenage boy, it was to go to heaven to look at a Marilyn Monroe movie, picture or anything. There were other more glamorous, more explicit, more stylised women back then, but there was only one Marilyn. Now that I'm in the afternoon tea break of my life, when life's rear view mirror can show the long road I've come, I can cast some light on why I remember Marilyn with more delight and warmth & passion than just about any other female since then and now. As far as I am concerned, she pushed all my buttons because of a singular quality. She represented the most desirable thing possible to a young man and it was very simple indeed. She was the eternal and universal smiling, friendly, approachable and available slut. She just invited you to come over and stay forever in heaven with her. There was nothing she wouldn't do for you with you or to you. She didn't need to strip like a cheap porn star. Her face was the sexiest part of her. She did magic on you with those dreaming eyes. Unlike today's 'supermodels' who pout, glare, thunder, and do all manner of unconscious things to warn you that under all that glamour lurks a true Rottwiller in drag, Marilyn was the exact opposite. For a young (and not so young) male she was paradise incarnate. She was someone who could make you glad you were alive, because there might be a real girl just like her somewhere out there. Alas, like true genius, there are only so many Beethovens, Einsteins & Marilyns to go around. To this day I still salute her as the second woman I ever went nuts for. The first one (when I was about 9) was that magical lady who stood with the torch and launched all the Columbia Pictures. She, & Marilyn, are what a man's authentic dreams are made of.