to love and marriage, (and black jack and bunnies)

 

❉ since its been so long since my last blog, ive decided to write an extra long one to make up for it.. drop off as soon as you get bored... :o)

today my 'playboy bunny pack' arrived in the mail. what excitement!! the bunnies will be filling various roles such as receptionist, cashier, cocktail waitress, hostess and croupier. when i received the million dollar phone-call from playboy, their offer to me was for a job as a croupier, for which they would give me two months of paid training. i was thrilled!!! i imagined myself becoming a professional card shark, playing black jack and poker all night, spinning that roulette wheel and dishing out all the winning chips, of course receiving the £1000 chip tips here and there from the high-rollers who'd be regulars at my table... after all, it is an exclusive members club with high membership fees so there's no piss-farting around here.

oh, i've always loved the vibe at casinos and this is gonna be a really fun one! i'm also very excited to wear the iconic bunny costume, which will be tailor-made to fit my curves... is it strange that i'm happy to wear such a skimpy little costume to work everyday? i guess there are a lot of women out there who would never dream of it (wouldn't or couldn't do it) and some who would even disapprove and criticize, and to such people i say 'go and have some fun!'

i suppose it's quite a contentious issue; whether such roles objectify women. we don't and won't ever all agree on it, but it's still interesting to debate. i've never been prudish about my body (perhaps from growing up with hippy parents), in fact i've done life-modelling for art since i was 15. i don't have any medieval notions of the body being sinful. i don't mind flashing a bit of skin and i love wearing costumes... i've been called an exhibitionist more than once, and maybe i am... feeling sexy to me is empowering rather than degrading. i don't feel like a sex object, i feel like a sexual human being, and there's nothing unusual or wrong with that. if women want to wear burkhas to avoid tempting men with their flesh, then they can go ahead, but i'll take the bunny costume over the burkha any day of the week...

one of the great things about jerry is that he encourages me to do whatever makes me happy. there would be some boys who wouldn't like their wife-to-be to get a job as a playboy bunny. jerry's totally supportive and even excited for me! the count-down to the wedding is at the four-month point now and though we've managed to organise a lot of things (the resort, the flights, the invitations, the celebrant, my bridesmaids outfits, the catering and the cake) there's still a whole lot left to organise; the band, the songs, the rings, the vows, the speeches, the table settings... it goes on and on really...  who would've ever thought planning a wedding was such a massive job!!

for once, something was very easy and that was me applying for swedish residency. we figured that it'll be handy for me to have, since we'll move to sweden if jerry's visa application doesn't get through fort knox, otherwise known as australian immigration. at the swedish embassy i was ushered into a small cubicle, and asked questions about my relationship with jerry. at the end of the interview the lady told me i should be granted permanent swedish residency in 8 weeks time!!! ... it seemed too easy to be true!!! we did some googling on 'permanent residency' and apparently it means i can live there, work there, study there for free, and even be entitled to government financial support while i'm studying! what a country!!

of course australia is our plan A. we've just sent off the huge package of documents (which took 6 months just to gather) to our immigration lawyer and in 6-8 months time we might get a response... my brother went through the same ball-breaking process with his costa rican wife, and today is their australian wedding, which i'm very sad to be missing... i spent my evening last night writing a speech, to be read on my behalf by my little brother. i was pretty happy with it in the end.

i take some credit for their relationship, since i was the one who invited caro to a big party we were hosting at our hillside costa rican villa, where my brother met her for the first time. i remember seeing her coming up the driveway, squashed between our two friends english-joe and cyril, in english-joe's army jeep.. i did a double take, having to look twice at her because she was so beautiful. i wondered who this gorgeous girl was, it couldn't possibly be either of their girlfriends since she was far too pretty for them... (my brother has definitely succeeded in batting over his average!)

when my brother and caro started dating i transformed into the psycho jealous evil sister from hell and tried everything to sabotage their romance. i think i even tried to have her kicked out of our cocktail bar one night when they were caught kissing in the VIP room. i definitely handed her her bill before she asked for it... i was just jealous, probably because he'd found love and i hadn't, but also because my brother and best friend in costa rica was being stolen away from me...

when i got to know caro, i realised why my brother had fallen in love with her. she's a rare species like him; lovely, kind, warm-hearted, generous, golden, eternally good.... she welcomed us into her home when we'd lost everything and had no money and nowhere to live. though the cocktail bar had been the best experience of our lives, it also caused us a years worth of hair-pulling, gut-wrenching anxiety and stress. when we moved in with caro, we enjoyed the simple things in life again..cooking, watching movies, laughing. i discovered caro is also hilarious! and she made my brother happy...

i directed my little brother to make a toast at the end of my speech, with a favourite little quote of mine, by michael luenig... 'love each other and you will be happy, it's as simple and as difficult as that'.....

cheers to love and marriage, to my own and to everyone else's. may you all find someone to love who loves you in return, but most of all, who makes you happy...

:o)