“Marilyn”

“Marilyn”

c. 2018 Rod Ice

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(11-18)

An iconic name. A bodacious, bawdy, beauty. A curvy, inviting frame.

When most readers see the name ‘Marilyn’ they will be mentally transported to visions of Norma Jeane Mortenson, the erstwhile pop-culture goddess who became larger-than-life, and able to transcend the mortal limits thereof, as Marilyn Monroe. A figure of legend but also one of passion expressed against a backdrop of puritanism, unique to her era. A sweet taste of forbidden lust, delivered as innocent candy for a mass audience. A tease for the senses. But for this writer, hearing that name read aloud evokes a different image.

Curve model and adult video queen, Marilyn Mayson.

I first encountered her work while perusing websites devoted to retro fashions and cosplay modeling. Both areas of interest for myself. Her dark hair, big eyes and generous measurements were instantly appealing. But what struck me like lightning was her authenticity. The quality of being genuine rather than adorned in the artifice typically associated with such performers. She looked like the girlfriend of a friend. Or perhaps, a friend from the neighborhood who I wished could be my girlfriend. One more likely to share a spicy meal at Taco Bell than to prance across the stage, dripping gold accents and perfume, in Las Vegas.

My knowledge of Marilyn was limited. I read that she lived in Houston, Texas. Her XL modeling sets were easy enough to find, but little else. Some featured her wearing yesteryear apparel or glasses, which added a nerdy vibe to her realism. Something I felt enhanced the spectrum of her appeal. I felt that she was a positive force for female empowerment. For developing a positive self-image, unfettered by commercial concepts of faux-ideal womanhood.

Then, I happened to post a photo of Marilyn on Twitter. The reaction made me ponder whether she was also on that social platform. I searched her name for results. And… reality invaded my happy space with unexpected force.

Like a coin flipped in the air, I was now able to see her other side.

Marilyn offered more than the charm of purveying plus-size photographs. More than appearing appealingly as a bouncy, BBW babe. She was also… a porn star. Friends laughed out loud when I described this tale in depth. Had I been willingly naive? Silly? Foolish? Or a straight-up liar? Surprise made my face go red. I had followed many models, particularly on the Instagram site, with names like Candy Coconuts, Ivy Doomkitty, Crazy4Me, Ruby Roxx, and others. Yet Marilyn stood apart from the rest, recorder, phallic implement and hamburger in hand. She was unique in the adult realm as in the world of modeling. Funny, ad-libbing video sequences in funky outfits, offering singalong segments from her bedroom or car, doing a send-up of Little Red Riding Hood or Ronald McDonald, interpreted as a Jugalette. Every tidbit offered with those lusciously huge, deep eyes.

Eventually, I was moved to opine about her, in song. With my 1980’s Ovation Applause guitar, I composed a ballad to celebrate her charm and candor:

Marilyn.

I don’t know where you’ve been,

And I really don’t wanna speculate,

I just think you’re great

You’re the Burger Queen

A Jugalette, on the scene

Or Little Red Riding Hood

Oh my

You are so good

You’re a curvy lass

On the Internet showing ass

Nylons and stiletto heels

I love how

Loving you feels

Marilyn...

You’re an XL star

T-shirt goddess is what you are

Make me laugh make me scream

Cool Whip and hot blue jeans

You’re the girl next door

If that girl was on the floor

Making movies pay-per-view

Oh Marilyn I love you

Marilyn...

You’ve known some men

But not me, then again

Wish I could be your man

Please tell me that I can

I don’t want your videos

I want to feel how love grows

When a heart respects

What a man should protect

I recorded the song on my iPhone. In one or two takes, at my desk. On Valentine’s Day of 2017, an odd coincidence. Afterward, I posted the finished product on YouTube, Facebook and Twitter. It got little, if any notice. I suspect that most of my friends, perhaps all of them, were unfamiliar with her name. Or maybe they assumed that I had written some sort of light-hearted, lyrical parody associated with the aforementioned Ms. Mortenson. For whatever reason, the video had almost no views.

Recently, however, I stumbled upon a comment offered on Instagram. MM had discovered my song while searching for material. She had re-posted the work on her ‘Yur2Yung’ page.

“I just found this entire ballad written for me while googling pictures of myself and I am beyond touched. (Smiley face) I don’t know if you found me again since my hiatus but if you’re reading this, I think you’re great too. (Hearts)”

Suddenly, views and likes were numerous. I read the string of comments on her page with wonder and amusement.

All of this brought me full-circle, back to browsing her photos and videos in cyberspace. Back to peering into those lovely eyes. Back to snorting with laughter over her campy routines and real-time recordings, improvised and on-the-fly. A stream-of-consciousness ‘hot take’ for the modern world.

Against the needed backdrop of #MeToo awakening, Marilyn seemed to offer an alternate view of women taking charge of their lives and their bodies. One just as valid and real. But, perhaps not quite ready for everyday consumption. Not exactly the mainstream titillation of Norma Jeane.

At the most basic level, I was glad she liked my song. Now, it was time to write about this experience!

Comments on ‘Words On The Loose’ may be sent to: rodswindle@yahoo.com

See Marilyn on Instagram: @Yur2Yung

Marilyn illustration for sale: www.storenvy.com/products/21364526-marilyn-mayson-extra-2