2/29/12 – Marilyn
At first glance you’d be much more likely to assume Marilyn was someone’s Grandma, ready to bring a tray of chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven. Fairly tall, maybe 5’8″ or so, she had gentle round curves that make you think she’d give the warmest hugs you could imagine. In her arms, the boogie man couldn’t get near you. Only when close to her could you pick up her scent, a delicate blend of simply clean plus a hint of floral perfume. She clearly knew what worked for her, and didn’t have to be overbearing or obnoxious to make her point.
She was in her 50’s, with wispy thin white hair that she tried to corral into a perm, with limited results. Her voice matched her body – soft and calm and gentle. She spoke slowly, with the confidence and maturity of her years behind her.
She told me of her first event with the Church of All Worlds. Someone was hosting a hot tub party; not exactly a rare event in Northern California. Being new to the area, and this being the days before GPS, she got lost and was quite late.
Getting to the party, she found everyone was in the back yard in a large homemade hot tub. An oval tub with slightly rusted galvanized steel walls, it was probably designed for eight people, and currently held at least twelve happy naked souls already. Ever polite and gracious, Marilyn assumed out loud that there was no room for her large frame, but the partiers would have none of that. They insisted there was plenty of room for her – in the middle of the tub.
Quietly and modestly, she disrobed, and after a brief flurry of activity, she stepped between a couple of people and eased herself into the middle of the tub, half standing and half lying across several people’s legs and laps. The commotion settled down, and a pause of quiet emerged. With a hint of pleasant surprise and a gleam in her eye, she quietly stated “Well, someone’s foot has found the right spot, but at the moment I’m not sure if I’m straight or gay!”