Editor's Note: Bob does not put everything he writes on "Bobs blog." Bob has noticed over the past few months, since he first started writing the blog in mid-July, 2011, at the suggestion of his friend John Hall, that some (at least one but it could be any number up to the more than 18,000 hits he's gotten on "Bobs blog" all over the World based on the very precise statistics kept by the Google Blogspot "platform") of his Dear Readers do not like to get the more, shall we say, conventionally "salacious" blog posts. Therefore, Bob censors "Bobs blog" and writes more freely on his Facebook page.
However, true artists don't censor themselves. Bob's not yet a "true" artist, although he's getting there, so he continues to restrict "Bobs blog" to more "prim and proper" writing productions.
To give you all a little change of pace, I'm going to post a poem I whipped off yesterday afternoon at the request of my SAG actor friend, David Gere, owner of The Shadow Room (TSR) on Main Street in Middletown. TSR is a bar, dance club, art gallery, and artists' hangout, including wannabe writers/dancers/comix like Bob. So Bob returned to his lair, Susie's OLD HOUSE in Middletown, and whipped up the following little poem about some of the TSR Goddesses, as David Gere requested. I then peformed it last night at TSR while standing on the couches along the north wall, all the while wearing the same outfit I was wearing the night before, as described below.
To understand the poem, you'll need to do two things, assuming you want to read any further. First, read the poem. Second, look at the Facebook Profile Pics of me surrounded by assorted TSR Goddesses. Third, read the FB Status I posted yesterday about the Sunday night adventure at TSR, in particular the references and descriptions of Goddesses Andrea and Emily. Fourth, understand that Goddess Andrea in no way is androgynous. She's very pretty, feminine, and intelligent. But she did like wearing my dark shades and my dark-blue worsted wool blazer for a few sweet minutes. Like all beautiful women who put on male clothing (think Marlene Dietrich and other great actresses of the past), it's a very nice look. Fifth, Goddess Toni is David Gere's current girlfriend. David refers to her, affectionately, as Toni the Tiger. I changed that appellations slightly. You'll see why. Finally, also understand that Goddess Emily merely slipped while she and Goddess Andrea were dancing with me, all in the presence of their boyfriends. Goddess Emily was not drunk, but she did fall backwards and land on her tush, but with a smile on her face and a laugh from her throat.
Okay, so here's the poem, "Shadow Room Goddesses," followed by the FB Status which sets the stage, and last, but not least, the photos of the TSR Goddesses and me. The first photo is my current FB Profile Pic and the second is my penultimate FB Profile Pic.
Finally, if I did not treat these Goddesses with the respect that a father shows his daughter, they would not feel, and appear in the photos, as relaxed and comfortable in my presence, so close to me physically, as is shown in these photos.
Very truly yours, THE EDITORS of Bobs blog. P.S.: You always have the option of opting out of the rest of this blog post by simply......not................reading......................................it...........but don't say I didn't warn you!]
Now the poem.
Shadow Room Goddesses
I knew Goddess Maddie's
surname was Gish
the freakin' sexiest dish
I knew Goddess Andrea
was a Czenar
Insatiable Sexy Satyr
I knew Goddess Emily
was a Gorgeus Platinum Blonde
safely lands her Beautiful Behind
I knew Goddess Toni
had a figure to die for
is Toni The Ti-Gere
bob dutcher, February 20, 2012
Now the Facebook Status.
Last night I made a last-minute (or last hour-and-a-half to be precise) appearance at The Shadow Room in Middletown. I was delighted to meet a new Goddess, Goddess Tiffany, who tends bar to give a break from Mortal Dionysian Alcohol-Nectar service by Goddess Andrea and Goddess Toni (the Tigress). Although Nick, David Gere's partner in TSR, told me otherwise, my first impression of the lovely Tiffany Goddess was this: "That girl's Jail Bait." But Nick firmly disabused me of that notion. Although all Goddesses are timeless, eternal, and ageless, we Mere Mortal Men arbitrarily assign an "age" to each of them. And Nick insisted that her Mere-Mortal-Man-assigned age is greater, though not by much, than Goddess Andrea.
Now I made my Grand Entrance into TSR last night wearing the double-breasted blue suit jacket, dark gray pants, and black shoes I wore to my baptist rockin' church service yesterday, and also had my eyes shaded from the Overwhelmingly Brilliant Radiance of Goddesses Andrea, Emily, Tiffany, Sarah, and the others by my black wrap-around shades. Within minutes, Goddess Andrea, always accompanied by her trusty Hot Young Mere Mortal boyfriend, Mike, had removed my shades and put them on and removed my double-breasted suit coat, perhaps to cover her own double-breasted outer/upper white garment. Goddess Andrea and Goddess Emily, who was also chaperoned by her Studly Mere Mortal Young boyfriend, proceeded, against my better judgment, to arrange the three of us in an unholy (but most fun)
three-way Oreo Cookie in negative photographic mode. By that I mean that these two lovely blonde, fair-skinned Goddesses had me, a now-black baptist, in-between them. I have no current recollection of what the Goddesses were doing, if anything, to me during this ecstatic moment.
Meanwhile, Nick, @David Gere's co-owner of TSR, got out what appeared to be an I-pad shaped video recording device to make permanent video record of this Outrageous Outlaw Ovation to the gods who made the visitation by the Goddesses (not to mention their Otherworldly Beauty, Uncommon Intelligence, and Aesthetic Sensibility) possible.
Well, time to go off FB for a while, saw wood, and work on a new poem to perform tonight at The Shadow Room, should the Mere Mortal Men, the Goddesses, and, especially the demi-god @David Gere, permit me so to do.
Later, Goddesses, Mere Mortal Men, and The Demi-God,
Bob aka The Writer
Now the photos.
Goddess Andrea, Bob, and Goddess Emily
Goddess Maddie, Andrea, Bob, Gia, and Emily