Jaycee Needs Photographs of His Childhood, So He is Manufacturing Them

Jaycee is currently a contestant in a national competition. He's actually advanced to the penultimate stage already. In this competition, which is televised, it is important to be telegenic, photogenic, sympathetic, empathetic and some other -ics.

Jaycee had a miserable childhood but it was miserable leper-disgusting and not miserable endearing.

Jayceee was asked by the producers of the competition show to provide photos of his mother and himself as a child.

Since there are no such photos, and since Jaycee's mother was murdered in a suicide pact fourteen years ago, Jaycee has been manufacturing photos of his childhood using various image-manipulation programs.

This is much easier to do than telling the truth, which would greatly reduce Jaycee's chances of winning the competition.

The producers believe Jaycee's mother is agoraphobic, and have agreed to respect her "privacy."

The producers of the show have been showing these fake pictures on national television but most people do not seem to notice that the very transsexual looking mother holding the child Jaycee's hand is actually Jaycee himself portraying his mother.

Some of the producers of the show have noticed what a "handsome" woman Jaycee's mother is, and Jaycee has of course agreed. Sometimes he says she briefly modeled in Italy. She sort of has "that look." Italians love kooky women with horsey faces who know how to work them well. Just add long white gloves. Anyway, gay men mostly will be taking the photographs, and gay men can generally appreciate the mix of the erotic and the grotesque. Italian VOGUE.

The strange thing is Jaycee's "mother" looks ecstatically happy in these photographs (this one she's in a camelhair coat and toque, that one she's in a funny polka dot hippie dress with a scraggly hemp belt) and the child looks nearly suicidal. For several of the photos of his mother and himself, Jaycee has used photographs of Sylvia Plath to provide the body. Jaycee has carefully blended his own face into the contours of Sylvia Plath's face. He has taken photographs of his own face wearing makeup. He has changed these photographs to black and white, since the ones of the poet he has been using have not been color. Jaycee plays with certain details to make the Plath-Jaycee hybrid appear now older, now younger. Jaycee had always imagined a mother-son relationship with Sylvia Plath growing up, so this seems like the most natural thing in the world to do. Jaycee has no moral pang of conscience or anything like that.

Jaycee doesn't get depressed manufacturing his happy childhood or portraying himself as his own mother.

He actually finds it distracting and it helps him to stop stressing about the competition itself, or the ugly possibility that he will lose the contest and be forced to return to his job as a janitor in a 24-hr tattoo parlor/peepshow.

Because while he doesn't find using a mop to clean up semen degrading or depressing or anything like that, he does find it pretty boring.