dignity. We love you and we need you.
OK. That’s all. You can go now. And yes, you can come home late, 1am at the outside, understand?
Me: Yeah … Thanks, Dad.
Then we had a big hug and off I went to the party, feeling ten foot tall and fabulous in my hot pants. Mark did come to talk to me that night, but I wasn’t that interested. He wasn’t really good enough, to be honest …
My dad gave me armour that night and I have worn it ever since. I could never quite buy the bit about being the best, but I do believe I am worth something. My self-esteem, still surprisingly intact after quite a few attacks, is still my strong centre, my metal, and I owe that to him. He spoke honestly of his faith in me and it was such a sunshiny warmth that I grew towards it like a tomato plant.
The comforting thing is, Bill, I may not have my dad around any more but I do carry his values and his belief in me. When I think of what he said to me – every word applies to you. I’m so sorry you didn’t get to meet him because he would have loved you so much and you would have loved him back. The only gift I can give you from him is this letter and the hope that you will read it, imagining his sentiments are addressed to you, through me and Dad. Hopefully, with time, you will come to know a greater and truer self-worth and know how valuable you are to us and to the family.
That’s all. You can go now. Be home by 1am at the outside, understand?
Dear David Cassidy,
IT’S VERY IMPORTANT that you read this letter because it is going to change your life in a BIG way. If this is being read by a minion or secretary or bouncer, I literally beg you to pass this on to David – he will thank you for it one day in the future. Big time. That of which, I can assure you.
David, if I may call you that, it feels so right to me, so natural, but I fear I may overstep my place to be so intimate so early on, but I am forced to be candidly open about my sheer knowledge in and about you, now and always. Let me put it like this – you don’t know me yet but one day in our future when we stand high on a desert rock with the sun on our faces instead of frowns, looking at a golden sunset after an oh-so-perfect loving day, you will wonder how you ever didn’t know me and how you ever survived and grew without me, both spiritually AND on the outside. Because, David, we are meant to be together, and to deny our hearts’ true path to joy would just be foolish, never mind devastating. I have never, ever in my whole life known something to be so truly real. You probably get loads of post from silly teenage girls who immaturely try to adore you just because they fancy you. That isn’t me. Let me make this clear, I don’t fancy you, I know you. My soul knows your soul even though there is a crater of nothingness between us. Sometimes when I see you on telly, I don’t even look, so that I won’t be taken in by your sheer and true handsomeness. Oh yes, I know it’s there, I know how fanciable you are, that is oh-so-obvious right from the start to me and whoreds of others but that’s not what I’m here for. I am not just some here-today-gone-tomorrow sort of person who blows hot and cold like a feather in the wind blown about by air. Oh no. Believe me, my love for you is, was and always will be true and oh-so-real. Hunt high and low over hill and dale forever and a day and you will never find a heart as big as mine for you is.
David, I am worried about you at the moment. Every time I see you on telly, you seem to be surrounded by whoreds of yes-men and yes-women. Not when you are doing interviews obviously, they are probably secreted nearby then. But David, is that what you really want? So many people around you simply doing everything you do/do not want? It is exactly these kind of people who will prevent you from meeting me. (When I came to see you at Wembley I waited outside, in the midst of a baying mob, for over two hours until someone finally had the
OK. That’s all. You can go now. And yes, you can come home late, 1am at the outside, understand?
Me: Yeah … Thanks, Dad.
Then we had a big hug and off I went to the party, feeling ten foot tall and fabulous in my hot pants. Mark did come to talk to me that night, but I wasn’t that interested. He wasn’t really good enough, to be honest …
My dad gave me armour that night and I have worn it ever since. I could never quite buy the bit about being the best, but I do believe I am worth something. My self-esteem, still surprisingly intact after quite a few attacks, is still my strong centre, my metal, and I owe that to him. He spoke honestly of his faith in me and it was such a sunshiny warmth that I grew towards it like a tomato plant.
The comforting thing is, Bill, I may not have my dad around any more but I do carry his values and his belief in me. When I think of what he said to me – every word applies to you. I’m so sorry you didn’t get to meet him because he would have loved you so much and you would have loved him back. The only gift I can give you from him is this letter and the hope that you will read it, imagining his sentiments are addressed to you, through me and Dad. Hopefully, with time, you will come to know a greater and truer self-worth and know how valuable you are to us and to the family.
That’s all. You can go now. Be home by 1am at the outside, understand?
Dear David Cassidy,
IT’S VERY IMPORTANT that you read this letter because it is going to change your life in a BIG way. If this is being read by a minion or secretary or bouncer, I literally beg you to pass this on to David – he will thank you for it one day in the future. Big time. That of which, I can assure you.
David, if I may call you that, it feels so right to me, so natural, but I fear I may overstep my place to be so intimate so early on, but I am forced to be candidly open about my sheer knowledge in and about you, now and always. Let me put it like this – you don’t know me yet but one day in our future when we stand high on a desert rock with the sun on our faces instead of frowns, looking at a golden sunset after an oh-so-perfect loving day, you will wonder how you ever didn’t know me and how you ever survived and grew without me, both spiritually AND on the outside. Because, David, we are meant to be together, and to deny our hearts’ true path to joy would just be foolish, never mind devastating. I have never, ever in my whole life known something to be so truly real. You probably get loads of post from silly teenage girls who immaturely try to adore you just because they fancy you. That isn’t me. Let me make this clear, I don’t fancy you, I know you. My soul knows your soul even though there is a crater of nothingness between us. Sometimes when I see you on telly, I don’t even look, so that I won’t be taken in by your sheer and true handsomeness. Oh yes, I know it’s there, I know how fanciable you are, that is oh-so-obvious right from the start to me and whoreds of others but that’s not what I’m here for. I am not just some here-today-gone-tomorrow sort of person who blows hot and cold like a feather in the wind blown about by air. Oh no. Believe me, my love for you is, was and always will be true and oh-so-real. Hunt high and low over hill and dale forever and a day and you will never find a heart as big as mine for you is.
David, I am worried about you at the moment. Every time I see you on telly, you seem to be surrounded by whoreds of yes-men and yes-women. Not when you are doing interviews obviously, they are probably secreted nearby then. But David, is that what you really want? So many people around you simply doing everything you do/do not want? It is exactly these kind of people who will prevent you from meeting me. (When I came to see you at Wembley I waited outside, in the midst of a baying mob, for over two hours until someone finally had the
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