So basically what went down was this, we were watching a show, a bio of sorts, I can’t remember, it was on Elvis and it didn’t seem unauthorized and they were talking about the ‘groupies’ the female ones and how Elvis had a person on his staff that picked out women for him at concerts- as if the KING has time to pick out his own orgy parties, my gawd. And they specified in this piece that Elvis had a foot fetish. Not just one person talked about it various people did, about how the girls’ feet were a big deal.
I turned to Adam completely disillusioned and said something to the affect of- I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!! ELVIS WOULD NOT HAVE SLEPT WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE UGLY FEET?????
I have two hammer toes, one on each foot next to my baby toes. I took this pretty hard. I mean at least let it be that I�m not pretty enough or that my boobs are too small or that I have a double chin, fuck I don�t care just don�t make me feel like a mutant all over again like I did when I read The Chrysalids as a kid. That book scared me. The thought that I could have to live my entire life hiding two toes. Two simple, extremely small, good for nothing but causing extra pain in shoes, toes, I’ve never fully let it go. I’d have spent my life in constant fear always looking over my shoulder, never taking off my socks, THE HORROR. And now I find out HAD I have been alive back then and HAD I have gone to an Elvis concert determined to bed The King, I’d have been kicked out on my arse for my bloody FEET.
As far as I know we are all allowed to dream and although one of my dreams has never been to sleep with Elvis, I was born the year he died, I was devastated and also shocked that Adam understood my pain, I didn’t ask WHY I just went with that one but getting over this won’t be easy. I don’t know why I care but I do. I blame it on The Chrysalids that book can fuck you up man and make you think Elvis would have slept with you when in all reality you weren’t even born and never wanted to sleep with Elvis anyway.
