Time to start telling things about myself....  

rm_XTheJesterX 38M
282 posts
10/24/2005 1:24 am

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Time to start telling things about myself....

One of the things at the convention that gave me mixed feelings was how well everyone seemed to know each other. As I said in my convention post, I think its because everyone's written so much more about themselves than I have.

So time for some insight on XTheJesterX.

If you look up the phrase "mis-spent youth" anywhere, you'll see my picture.

I'm not a big fan of telling people about who I was, and still am to a small extent. Mostly because to some it would sound like bragging, and to others it would sound horrible.

If I were to listen to someone say things about themselves in such a way, its how I would react.

Just the same, I think I in some way owe it to the people who have already shared so much about themselves in their blogs.

Ok here goes....(Warning, may not be suitable for the squeamish.)

If a pervert hadn't died in July 1976, I would not exist.

I don't know how many of you have ever been to Milwaukee, or heard things about the city, but one of this town's only claims to fame is our summer music festival. Its aptly named, Summerfest.

Anyway, one of the first Summerfests, a young lady who would one day give birth to yours truly, was roaming around the festival grounds with her two sisters and her aunt. Unbeknownst to them, there was a perverted old man also wandering around, groping his way through the crowds. Grabbing butts or boobs and quickly melting into the thronging masses. This old man wasn't alone, he had his wife and teen-age son along with him.

Elsewhere on the grounds, a group of young Irish ruffians, where enjoying themselves at the festival. They had run up to Milwaukee because they had recently run afoul of the Chicago authorities. Their leader, was a cocksure 21 year old Irishman. He was either a cousin or nephew to the other members of his little band.

As I've been told, at roughly 3 p.m. those three groups met.

The gropist made the greivious error of molesting my mother, a 19 year old Italian/Sicillian spitfire. He also made the mistake of groping her without having a large group to retreat into.

I am told, that in 1976, platform shoes were somewhat popular footwear, and my mother, being the fashion concious young lady of her time, was wearing such shoes.

After her molesting, she promptly grabbed the offender, cursing and screaming in multiple languages. She turned him around so she could confront him face to face. Once properly aligned, she unleashed an attack all fathers teach their daughters.

She kicked him square in the gazoons.

The pain and shock of my mother's attack sent the beastly groper into a cardiac arrest. He died within minutes.

Now, the gropist's son did not take very kindly to my mother's idea of self defense. Especially since the kid didn't know what his father was doing. So he at once proceded to pummel my mother.

It is at this point, the Irish ruffians happened by. Not knowing what was going on, all the leader saw, was a man beating on a woman with several others crying or acting in an otherwise hysterical fashion.

Erring on the side of chivalry, the Irishman determined that the young man beating on the woman was the villian at this scene and decided to intervene.

The Irishman, who would later become my father, proceded to beat the gropist's son in such a way that the young man doubtfully ever fully recovered.

By the time the police arrived, there was a dead man, a battered and bloddy young lady, and a critically injured young man at the scene. Everyone who witnessed this event had their own version of the story, so naturally everyone was arrested.

Later on, at the police station, handcuffed to a bench and waiting to be processed, the couple that would one day become my parents got to talking and made a connection.

It seems as though the pervert's wife knew all along what her husband was doing, but she just pretended not to notice. By her explanation of things, charges against my mother were dropped, and by mutual agreement, the charges against the pervert's son and my father were also dropped.

Several months later, the Irishman and the Italian girl were married. Thirteen months later....On a chill February morning...I was born.

I can thank depravity and violence for my existence, and neither one would ever be far away as I grew up.

I'm kind of tired now, so I think I'll save more for another time.

GoddessOfTheDawn 105F
11240 posts
10/24/2005 5:14 am

~hugglez~ my friend ....

ty 4 being u

beewulf9 38M

10/24/2005 7:58 am

That is a very interesting story. It was a pleasure meeting you Jester, and I look forward to learning more about you.

(Princess Lips)

10/24/2005 11:12 am

interesting story Jester...

Italian and Irish ...Are a mighty mixture...


rm_EE407 41F
3903 posts
10/24/2005 11:58 am

And I WILL be back to read the rest.....

expatbrit49 62M

10/24/2005 2:04 pm

wow thats heck of a way to get into the world

Thank You for Your Time and Attention


10/24/2005 2:05 pm

This last weekend you shared more of yourself than you give credit for. Such as your personals answers to questions on fri nite, don`t put yourself down for being you.We ALL that attended Chicago share something that unless you were there it can not fully be understood.In which you have your own special corner of the memories


rm_irish__devil 36F
8 posts
10/24/2005 4:47 pm

And here I though my family was bizzare

rm_talldarkavg1 105M
10172 posts
10/24/2005 7:40 pm

Great start young man. I too look forward to many more to come.

[blog talldarkavg1]

ArgosPlumyKooky 45F
3902 posts
10/24/2005 11:59 pm

i admire your mother, that is cool. your dad knew a good one when he saw her.

rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
10/25/2005 4:59 pm

now see...this totally fits in with what I know of you thus far...keep going, you're great!

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

playfulwithyou33 56F
961 posts
10/25/2005 9:59 pm

Talk about something good coming out of bad, huh? (wow)

Theflinkychick 105F

10/26/2005 4:30 am

Jester, my friend, some of us got here in horrible ways. It's not where we came from but where we are heading and I know you are bound for the stars.

Not all who wander are lost.

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