A collection of compliments I’ve received from an array of homeless, sexy, drunk, foreign, strange, and incredible men
“I wasn’t interested in you, until I found out you were crazy” - Sometimes I wonder if this boy can read my thoughts
“I dig your style and you” - The jerk off I walked in on, naked, with my friend
[Note: this one wasn’t meant to be a compliment]
“You’re wildly inappropriate” - An American who was uncomfortable with skin
“It’s unusual that a girl of your caliber can hold a conversation” - A theatre actor who had the same intimate relationship with Neruda
“I was like you when I was young. I smiled and breathed life. Then I did too much acid; I fucked it up. Please, don’t fuck it up, for the both of us.” - The homeless musician who sang for me on Friday nights
“If you don’t become my wife, can we be the best of friends?” - The Brazilian who proposed on the first night and wrote for me
“Jillian, you understand the fucking darkside” - The one I travelled back to 1973 with
“If It happens like that, it usually never works out. I was afraid of that. I felt that we made a real connection. I really wish I wasn't the only one or I would feel ridiculous. I feel so different when I think about you, more than anyone I’ve ever known. I really didn't want you to leave, but knew it wouldn't happen.” - The screenwriter
“You don’t understand how lucky you are to have white skin” - Sharing a joint with the Brazilian rock star
“Jillian, your mind is so sexy, it overrides your hair colour” - The man who told me he didn’t like blondes, but continued to go slow
“One day people will just look at us and we’ll be speaking made up words and laughing. I did have this strange thought while reading. I grabbed your hand in a hotel hallway, like I was going to show you something. I was leading the way, but I didn’t know where I was taking you. You asked me what I saw. I looked at you and said, ‘colours, splashing out’.” - The one who has my mind and heart splattered across the wall
