I don’t understand it; how he does it, but he always makes me feel better. And lately I have been feeling lower than an amoeba on a flea. Then around 11:30 last night, while I was watching Frasier--yeah, I watch Frasier, damn it--I decided on a whim to watch Michael.
And I have dozens of MJ DVDs at my disposal because I sometimes like to buy him rather than eat, and the payoff from my efforts lie all over my house.
So, I popped in the History tour from Auckland, New Zealand.
Better than a freaking B-12 shot in the ass! It perked me right up!
It’s amazing to me how after so many years of being an MJ fan--seventeen years--that I still can have moments where it seems I fall in love with Michael Jackson all over again. It truly is remarkable to me.
And during the concert, I found myself swooning over Michael and what he was saying and doing onstage. I even found myself with moist eyes several times.
I can’t really describe it. The feeling of love and adoration and respect I feel for Michael Jackson. It’s just something specific and special for Michael that I just don’t have for anyone else.
And when I was watching Michael, I found myself marveling at his beauty. How sexy he was. And wonder how someone can fix their mouth to say he’s ugly or unattractive.
I just feel a person has to be blind or mentally defective to not see what I see when I gaze upon Michael Jackson.
I write eroticas for Michael all the time and I am an EXPERT when it comes to describing Michael.
The pale, smooth, milky and luminescent skin that’s so perfect you just want to lick it. Rub a cookie over it or something. Sample the sweetness. The big, glimmering dark doe eyes that are the orbs that reveal the depths of Michael’s gentle soul. The slender ski jump nose that complements his angular and taut face. That pinky, ribbon of a mouth that leaks the most wonderful songs in the known universe.
That long, graceful, swanlike throat, that connects to that wondrous, lovely, body. That slinky, slender frame that can move with the greatest of ease, and tease whomever happens to take a glance at him.
I literally can go on all damn night, down to his toenails.
The beauty, the simple, sheer beauty.
I noticed once that Michael Jackson was born on a Friday in 1958. I believe God made him then, so he could take the entire weekend to admire his work. LOL.
This is why I adore and admire Michael so greatly. Am so swift to defend him, if need be.
I can’t think of anything else in this world that lifts my spirits when I feel bad. So bad I wanna jump in traffic during rush hour.
Michael makes me want to live. Want to look at him, enjoy him, love him.
That’s why I’m so dedicated to him. Buy his albums, and dolls and other memorabilia. Do I need them? Probably not. Do I want them? HELL YES.
Why I always write stories for him, help keep his legacy alive.
Because if I can bring just ONE person to Michael, help them become a fan, then I’d feel like … like I had accomplished something that was of significance.
I’ve had fans tell me the sweetest things about my stories, I even have one friend who reads my stories simply because I write them. My name being attached to it is reason enough and it makes me so proud because I’m helping people to think of Michael. Remember him. And I just want to cry tears of gratefulness. To put Michael on people’s minds…just is a lovely warm feeling, like a blanket wrapped around me.
I do it for him. I do it for Michael Jackson. It’s not about me, it’s about Michael. It’s about him. That’s what I tell myself when I write a story. It’s Michael and I have to represent him in a dignified way. I never want to portray him in a negative way.
I just love Michael so much. I kind of hate to say “love” because it doesn’t seem strong enough a word to me.
To completely demonstrate and encapsulate just exactly how I feel about Michael.
It’s a feeling I’ve had since I was nine years old and saw the premiere of the “You Are Not Alone” video and giggled at Michael being naked as a jaybird.
I remember being very young and knowing I liked Michael Jackson and not exactly knowing WHY.
When I was 11, I figured it out--Michael was sexy and that was why I liked him. (And my mother freaked out when she heard me call Michael sexy! And I got yelled at because I said “Michael makes me think of one word and that‘s “sexy“ and mother thought I said “sex“ and started hollering I didn‘t need to be watching him playing with himself on TV [the crotch-grab]! LMAO!)
Michael really does make me feel better and everyday I thank God for letting me find Michael and be a fan of his.
I really do think that God sent me Michael and let me find Michael all those many years ago with a reason.
I truly got into Michael by accident, and he’s the best accident I ever had.
I could type on and on until my fingers bled about Michael, but I’ll cut out now.
I’m just glad Michael perks me up. I wish I could hug him and thank him.
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