The 90’s: Millie Jackson, Parte

From the 90’s: Milie Jackson:

Parte, if you cant get it up you need to parte.
Ladies go on strike, no Parte, no Pusse
If you cant get it up get down
if you cant get down because of rheumatism and arthritis
Then just sit her on the dresser
Better if you take take your false teeth out


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I am 3/4ths Sri Lankan (Jaffna) Tamil, 1/8th Sinhalese and 1/8th Irish; a proper mutt. Maternal: Grandfather a Govt Surveyor married my grandmother of Sinhalese/Irish descent from the deep south, in the early 1900’s. They lived in the deep South, are generally considered Sinhalese and look Eurasian (common among upper class Sinhalese). They were Anglicans (Church of England), became Evangelical Christians (AOG) in 1940's, and built the first Evangelical church in the South. Paternal: Sri Lanka (Jaffna Tamil). Paternal ancestors converted to Catholicism during Portuguese rule (1500's), went back to being Hindu and then became Methodists (and Anglicans) around 1850 (ggfather). They were Administrators and translators to the British, poets and writers in Tamil and English. Grandfathers sister was the first female Tamil novelist of modern times I was brought up as an Evangelical even attending Bible study till about the age of 13. Agnostic and later atheist. I studied in Sinhala, did a Bachelor in Chemistry and Physics in Sri Lanka. Then did Oceanography graduate stuff and research in the US. I am about 60 years old, no kids, widower. Sri Lankan citizen (no dual) and been back in SL since 2012. Live in small village near a National Park, run a very small budget guest house and try to do some agriculture that can survive the Elephants, monkeys and wild boar incursions. I am not really anonymous, a little digging and you can find my identity.

6 thoughts on “The 90’s: Millie Jackson, Parte”

      1. Guess again, I spent over half the clinical years of med school in Black and immigrant ghettos. Lots of weird people, but nobody said anything like the stuff you posted.

    1. Brough bro

      a) Subject matter or
      b) Language

      regardless whether a) or b) tells me that you have not really socialized with average folks. The only place I did not hear sexual jokes (there were subtle innuendo) or sentences with four letter words was in grad school.

      Black, white, Sri Lankan whatever is filled with jokes, gossip, you name it of a sexual nature, often with four letter curse words thrown in.

      Small anecdote: When working on wall street, was part of small group of analysts in 2000*. I was the old guy, just turned 40 and other in mid and late 20’s, all Americans born and bred, but different ethnicities.

      Anyway, one our lead comes and says we are having a new addition to the group a female. Says we should make some space for her. This very prim and proper looking Korean American says there is space under his desk. The lead who was quite a nerd, had a fit, yelling this is exactly what should be avoided, yada yada.

      Anyway next week the new analyst J turned up. Young, mid 20’s Italian American from Brooklyn and NJ a proper Guido (she was proud of it). Extremely pretty, small made, brilliant and smart, and four letter vocabulary to match. When the lead the nerd was not around she would revert to her native vocabulary and regale with her stories. Even though the guys were quite comfortable with off color jokes. they were from quite conservative background. J was quite comfortable with divulging all what she did + friends and relatives. She pretty much changed her boyfriends every week and had no issue commenting about what happened etc. Quite an education even for me and from their open mouth attention, to the others as well.

      *This was just as the PC culture was just starting and not that strict. Semi company sponsored beers and food at a up scale strip club (eg Ricks or Scores) was not an issue. You paid for your lap dances.
      On company account, twice had the occasion to go for a sauna and massage. Massage can be a rub and tug with a happy ending. Full service is illegal in NYC.

      Ricks had a great Lunch menu Choice of Soup or Salad, Entree, and Desert at first $7 then $10 and $15. Unhappily you end up spending a lot more on “extras”.

      1. Look man, no offense or anything, but I think we are very different people, and we’re probably talking at cross purposes by now. Have a good day.

        By “gibberish,” I meant the language. I am well-accustomed to sexually explicit speech, but I have no idea what “Parte” means, or why people use archaic terms like “rheumatism.”

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