Life with Johnny!

In the about section of this blog I forgot one very important credit..that which of course goes to the model himself, Johnny…this is just one more example of the crazy things that Johnny will do to humour me.  When the staircase theatre’s Fridge Festival rolled around and a general inquiry went out for a very hairy man..I of course volunteered Johnny..you haven’t seen hairy until you’ve seen John.  He makes Austin Powers look like he needs rogaine.  The first time that we decided that we were going to do good bad things to each other and Johnny got undressed I asked aloud if he was planning on removing that mohair sweater…when I realized that he owned it permanently I had visions of our first sexual encounter ending with me choking on a hairball feline style…gunk, gunk, gunk….acccchhhhh.  To this day one of my favorite past times is sporatically calling Scientific America to report that I’ve found the missing link…but I’ve grown strangely comfortable and attracted to my portable pelt finding all other men merely naked mole rats in comparison….however, the combination of 2 very hairy people living in the same house makes for many a shower within a bath..and I’m constantly picking pubes off my kids newly washed clothes…ok, I heard you groan but screw you I’m a conscientious mom.

…not content to see John’s modelling career end abruptly I then volunteered him for the City of Hamilton’s youth anti-smoking campaign.  In this series of photos, John, dressed as a woman, is seen chit chating and offering smokes to various young women throughout the Barton Mall with the caption….the smoking industry will go to any lengths to get you to smoke…of course the photo of John, leg up on the food court bench with his boys peeking out from under the dress didn’t make the final cut, but another did.  This photo was then run as a preview piece on the giant screens of theatres throughout Hamilton.  How proud John and I were when we attended the theatre to see his giant body on screen..and how entertained we were to listen to the 2 girls behind us laughing and saying…owww! look at the cross-dresser on the screen, he must be a transvestite….if it hadn’t been for John’s nails dug into my wrist I would have jumped up and indignantly told those two girls that he was not a cross dresser, just a misunderstood and sexually confused male model..but Johnny’s very unassuming that way.