13 Oct 2012 / Saturday / 10:08pm
Ethel & Bobby Kennedy - Parade Magazine, 13 October 2012
29 Apr 2012 / Sunday / 03:17pm
Title: Kennedy Whore
Characters: Jack Kennedy, first-person female (2 secret service men, Ted & Bobby mentioned)
Author: Lisa “OckGal” Hansen
It happened while on my way home from a nice walk in New York City. The weather was beautiful and I was feeling bored, so I decided on a stroll. Little did I know, it would turn out to be much better than I could have ever expected.
As I passed by a ritzy 5-star hotel, a man came walking out of the building and bumped into me. My inside voice told me to yell at him for his carelessness, but I opted to keep that to myself. I looked up just as he started offering his deepest apologies. Then I saw who he was. John F. Kennedy! At least he was the one who bumped into me, and not the other way around, or this would have been a lot more awkward at the time.
31 Mar 2012 / Saturday / 05:32pm
It starred Michael Emerson & sorta Bobby Kennedy (but not so much him as a book & memories). There’s a sexual situation so be warned. Ignore the spelling mistakes.
24 Dec 2011 / Saturday / 01:42am
Happy Holidays Everyone Kennedy Style!!!!
13 Nov 2011 / Sunday / 10:16pm
What better way to return to the internets than with a shout-out to two of our favorite followers!
Happy anniversary, kids! Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!
(Just kidding. Have yourselves a blast.)
Wait, WHY DID I NEVER SEE THIS?! I’M SUCH A DERP! THANK YOU!
AW! I didn’t see it, either and now I feel bad! What a sweet gift!!
20 Oct 2011 / Thursday / 12:40am
03 Sep 2011 / Saturday / 08:31pm
I went to bed around 4am, got up around 4pm. 95% of my dreams were all continued. I don’t remember a lot of them now, but I know I had some crazy-ass nightmares when I first went to bed. I kept waking up cussing and yelling (and thought someone would hear me downstairs!).
At one point, I was at some little concert and decided to join the band. Kurt Cobain was there and I told him I wanted to play the guitar, so he gave me his and he played the bass. Since it was left-handed, I had to rearrange the guitar before we went out on stage. We went out and were deciding which couple of songs to play. He named ones I didn’t much wanna play. I was in a rock mood, not a sappy one. He sat in a chair and I put the microphone closer to him. There were two large amps behind us. I plugged into one and before we started playing, I saw a young Paul McCartney take an older Paul McCartney behind the stage and I knew something was up. He made the amps blow up. Kurt and I dived off the stage and hit the ground, the explosion went over our heads and wiped out the other band members (they burned up instantly). It was like I knew what was gonna happen.
Then I’m hanging out with a few people and we go up on their back deck. I knew that I had cheated death and it was all like a version of Final Destination. I knew what was gonna go wrong. I held onto some wood parts on the wall to brace myself. Then the deck started to give out, so the one guy goes to make a phone call for help, then brings the phone back to the deck and gets on it. Stupid. The deck fell and I was trying to remember how and what I was supposed to hold for support, and in what order.
Later, I was in a college or something. It had all this big rooms, like Wine Room and whatever else. I got lost trying to get out of that one. It had a lot of different libraries. I lost the guy friend I was with. I ended up in a lobby with Kennedy photos and got this weird feeling. I was controlled in some way and my arm shot out pointing forward, then my body quickly followed. It was like I was floating or something. It lead me to a JFK book. I looked at it, then put it back. Some guy was staring at me and the professor teaching a class there asked what he was doing and that it was a private thing. I felt awkward and left, telling the guy I didn’t know what had happened. Back in the lobby, it happened again and I had this inside energy. I was somehow drawn to Kennedy stuff. I was touching photos of Jack and Bobby (couldn’t find any Ted ones!) and getting more energy from them. The guy was like me, and then several other people who saw what happened came out in white robes and said they were glad they weren’t the only ones.
We went to another library and a girl was with me then. There were TV screens all over for showing different info. I found a wall of screens with Bobby footage. One showed him at his desk, a close-up of him crying. I knew that they wouldn’t have actual footage of that so I knew it was a show. I looked around, found GIANT screens. They weren’t showing any Kennedy stuff. I was in some sort of trance and the girl had no idea what was going on. I watched a JFK thing on a medium screen. It was about the assassination. I think my energy was to figure out what wasn’t right and to solve things. I knew stuff that others didn’t know, and that made some people unhappy, so I had to be careful.
Then there was a dream segment where I was in a big yard with woods out back. Some mean guy was there saying that something had to be done about the wild panther (which looked like a dog). I told my bunny (Dinky) to go tell the panther that I had a plan and not to hurt me. She went to tell him. I walked down to the woods, the guy warned me not to, I made him stay back while I went (I had some sort of control over him at that point). The panther came out, we talked. The guy saw him eating another panther and said he was killing things. He finally saw that the panther wasn’t gonna hurt me and the guy walked down with another guy to look. I told him the good panther eats the bad ones to protect us. But then a bad one came out and killed the second guy. That panther didn’t know the plan.
I felt bad because I sorta guessed at what I was doing. I had no idea the good panther was even doing that for us. I got a guy killed. I was telling someone about it, and another guy started flirting with her and saying she was doing a great job. I had done it all, so I walked away. I was there to talk to these weird, old alien people sleeping under a porch. They finally woke up. I asked them where Dinky was and they didn’t know. But they showed me a video of their planet and ship. We were there looking for a girl who vanished years ago. Her name was “Baby *Something*” and they didn’t know her, but in the video, they were talking to another ship and it was their daughter. They called the her and the ship something else, and then we realized they were the same that we were looking for. We watched the footage, the planet got destroyed, the aliens appeared dead, but recovered, the girl went wherever (we never did find her). Then I’m in a room watching it again, and I was gonna give up on Dinky and wake up, but I just couldn’t. We watched it again and apparently Dinky was the lost girl, so then she comes hopping out and I was so happy.
Before all that, I was in my old house in my room trying to keep the door shut and the dogs out cos Dinky was hopping around. Someone took her to the kitchen and the dogs came out. She was scared, and I was so mad cos people didn’t care. That’s when I woke up yelling and cussing. I had left the house and went to take a car, but there wasn’t one to use and my mom took the one I wanted. Someone wouldn’t lend me his, so I just walked/ran down the road to get to the main place I wanted to be.
I was also in some weird building and dressed like a guy. The guy I was with was popular and always getting the girls. I tried smiling at some and they asked why I was always doing that smile thing. I’d reveal myself as a girl later on, but I enjoyed walking around in disguise. My friend went off somewhere and within seconds, I had memories of having a relationship with some girl and then we split up and stuff. Time flew by really fast.
Then I was in my house and my cousin was there. She left and I left, we waved to each other. I was leaving cos I didn’t wanna “play the game” anymore. It was 11am so no sense in going to the main street (which is only cool in very early hours). I went down to my bar. It was gone. There was a chair I had ordered, only it wasn’t a chair. I heard a narrator say it was a fancy sofa that my (as a man) girlfriend (from the previous dream segment) had always wanted. She had that sent to me, instead. She left drawings and photos and a note saying stuff. Apparently all my old college (?) friends had split up and we didn’t know who was alive any more. This girl had vanished and I was the one she contacted. She just wanted to get away from it all. Some guy was posing there and I realized he was an old friend. We talked, asked about the others.
There was a lot more, but this is all I can remember. It was a busy night/day!
19 Aug 2011 / Friday / 01:44pm
Sorry Star, when I saw that you made a pic for yours, I HAD to do one too. I love your ideas! ;A; Also, I WARN YOU ALL THERE IS SOME FILTHY/SEXUAL/STRANGE STUFF I PUT IN HERE SO BE WARNED. IT’S ALSO PRETTY OFFENSIVE SO PLEASE HAVE AN OPEN-MINDED SENSE OF HUMOR.
1. Who are you, and…
The photo is priceless, lol!
08 Aug 2011 / Monday / 01:13am
I had a lot of odd dreams last night. The Kennedy one was my fave, though. No sex, but this was way better. I like dreams like this cos I feel important and in the circle.
I was gonna help a friend move but I bailed (with a few others) in separate cars cos she wanted us to do all the work. I jumped out of the car in a New York area cos I said it seemed familiar (previous dreams). I grabbed a gun off the car seat before I did. Then I saw a little boy with a gun (which turned into a rubber glove) hiding being a car and he told me to hush cos there was a cop on an apartment balcony with surveillance. The cop started following us up the road and we went into a building. Turned out to be a library. The kid went away and I had a plan. I was gonna find a certain book that I knew had a code in it where I could contact Jack (Kennedy). I looked around and found the Kennedy section, then heard his voice on a recording. I ran to the room it was coming from and this girl was about to shut the door, but she let me in. A few people were in there to listen to the recording. It was on a TV and was really old, but the number on there gave me the idea to call it.
The cop opened the door and looked to see what was going on. I was making the call and people thought I was a bit nuts since the show was so old and the number wouldn’t work by now. The cop left and then the room had changed. It had a big table with a bunch of people sitting at it. We were having a secret meeting about Jack. Apparently he never died and was hiding out. We were the only ones who knew about it. I noticed LBJ was sitting there and I made a fuss and said I don’t think he should be there, but he said he was a supporter (yeah right). Then there was another guy there that I didn’t like, but he stayed, too.We sat around chatting a bit, and I was recreating some story using various voices and names (one was Johnny). Someone asked how long it would take Jack to get there. Someone else held up five fingers. I said “in the next couple of minutes.” Then I knew he had arrived cos guards were standing around and I signaled for them to shut all the doors.
I went out into the lobby area and saw Jack walk by with a couple guys. I chased after him and called his name. He was in such a hurry and looked determined. I told him it was “this way” and he followed. I told a receptionist that we were having a JFK lookalike contest. I told Jack at the door that LBJ and someone else were in there. He made a fuss but I said I couldn’t do anything about it. I said the other guy was (paused to think, quickly) Eisenhower.
We went into the room and Jack said a few things. We apparently had discussed (before he got there) that Bobby was still alive. Someone slipped and said Bobby’s name (only referring to the story I recreated earlier, not Bobby Kennedy) and Jack’s eyes lit up. He asked about Bobby, said, “He’s alive?” and he demanded to see him. I looked back at the guy who mentioned the name and he looked sorry he did. We weren’t gonna tell Jack about Bobby. I wondered why he didn’t ask about Ted. A guy was standing by me and said he could arrange for Jack to see Bobby. I felt annoyed cos this was my project and I didn’t feel in charge. The guy told Jack that there were a few rules and Jack asked me if that seemed right. I said if there are rules, they should be followed, so he agreed (and I felt better since he asked my opinion, lol).
We went over the rules. Bobby would sit next to me (my left) and I’d have to wear a homemade ring (which we saw form in front of us) on my left ring finger, but it couldn’t touch my pinky or middle finger. I couldn’t touch Bobby, either. And Jack couldn’t hug him (like he planned) because touching would mess up history or something.
Then I woke up! *grumble*
26 Jul 2011 / Tuesday / 08:24pm
So, I sat here, MSPaint at hand, and made this. The other night, my friend Nicole and I were talking about random orgies and whatever (my original orgy was just Dean, Frank, Jack and Bobby with me) but my mind has been thinking, so I decided to make a more complete orgy for myself. These are not ALL the men (dead and alive) I’m attracted to, but these are the high points. I then messed with the coloring and all slightly in this one program I have.
In the actual orgy, they wouldn’t just be head, they’d have their whole bodies.
Anywho, since I doubt there’s anyone who can name them ALL, here who’s in it:
Michael Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy, Frank Sinatra,
Jack Kennedy, Barry Pepper, Carl Edwards, Chris Lawford,
Andrew Jackson, Dean Martin, John F. Kennedy Jr., Greg Kinnear, Bobby Kennedy Jr., and James K. Polk.
Of course, that’s my silly face in the middle with the shades.
I might make a female one sometime too.
You are crazy. And adorable. And apparently would be busy for a VERY long time if this post came true, lmao!