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by Generosa Goodhand
www.generosa-goodhand.com
generosagoodhand@aol.com
Not only is Generosa Goodhand one of the most ravishing women in Chicago,
she is a brilliant and creative writer. Her perspective is unique and always very real. Join her
in this series.
MANIFESTO PART THREE
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I was 15 when I met HIM. He was older, tattooed and had been to jail before. His
family was a notorious bunch of roughnecks from West Virginia and I found him sexy,
a big man child really and his innocent love of things was endearing to me.Under the
shameful scorn of my beloved grandparents for "fornicating" , he and I were married
in a small hush hush ceremony in my grandparents' living room.MY mom had to sign for
me, I was so young. I thought the whole thing was a joke. I mean, the marriage would
never have worked... we were both young and foolish and he was a drunk. I found this
entertaining for awhile.... But like all alcoholics , he had a tendency to be
violent.I was as much attracted to it as I was revolted by it.
We lived in a small boring town in the country and I was bored with it but broke ,
foolish and young and thus unable to escape . My mind had not been broadened to the
point where I could devise an intelligent formula, a formula to escape.Mind always
wandering towards excitements and thoughts of big cities and glamour ,I began
writing one of a zillion short stories. This one about two small town teenagers who
stow away on a ship to Madrid and then are luckily taken in by a nice man who turns
out to be a pimp...shows them the way to get money ,what to do and say .....and
these girls were going to work their way to the top and come out rich and famous.
Something like that. It was always escorts and diamonds,glamour and lights with
me.It always will be in a way.
Anyway my husband was at work and I was more than eager when his brother and best
friend asked me if I wanted to tag along with them, they were going to the beach.
Excited to have a break from a dull midsummer day I readily agreed and grabbed my
bathing suit and my notebook. I was going to swim, but I wanted to be able to write
about my two little teenaged escorts in Spain. I was creative and I wanted to see
them do things, prosper, get into scrapes, live dangerously and always escape
beautifully. It was a fantasy I often indulged in whether I was making up characters
or thinking about myself in their shoes. It was all just a dream world to me though,
something that did not exist, never heard of. There weren't even any topless clubs
where I lived, nothing like I had read about.And I read alot. I felt I would be in
the middle of nowhere forever , always be dull...many people would not see me, get a
chance to adore me nor I them. Ah I was always so poetic. Little did I know I was
about to get a big surprise, a little taste of just what I'd been dreaming about and
begging for. A chance to show off..a chance to be a star!
written by Chicago Escort - Generosa Goodhand
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