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Interviewer: You like to be noticed?

Jerry Lewis: Doesn’t everybody

Happy Birthday to Jerome Joseph Levitch born March 16, 1926

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Pictured above is Sammy Davis Jr. with a small part of the cast of the drag show Jewel Box Revue. Black Trans Activist Miss Major Griffin Gracy who also was one of the originators of the Stonewall Riots (the origin of the pride we celebrate now) is sadly not in the the picture with Sammy but as you can see from the picture below Sammy’s was a cast member as was Mal Michels. Miss Major is quoted as saying Mal was “the first major black act” Originally they were going to perform together but were told the Revue didn’t want two black acts. And another Stonewall OG is drag king performer Storme DeLarverie who served as The Jewel Box Revue MC  

You can find more out about the Jewel Box Revue and the incredible Miss Major Griffin Gracy in her documentary Major! now available in Amazon Prime.

HAPPY PRIDE!!!

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ML Relationship through the Perspective of a Fanfiction Writer

Listen to the Spotify playlist I made as an auditory companion

For their anniversary I would like to discuss from my perspective as a writer of fanfiction the many layers of ML’s relationship

Onions have layers as well as cake! I learned that from Jerry’s friend Eddie Murphy.

We all know how much the boys love cake…

Layer One Partnership

I wouldn’t be writing fanfiction about two guys who worked at a gas station. Their act is the reason we know about them and celebrate them today. What all of America saw was two men equally skilled at their art (though many were too stupid to realize), both in awe and each other’s biggest fan. What was not presented to the public was the communication it took to pull off their act. It took negotiation to set up a gag and trust as well as the sense to know when not to push when doing a stunt. Their natural rhythm made adlibs come off better than scripted material. They were so attuned to one another they could do the impossible.

Layer Two Friendship

Dean and Jerry most likely met in 1942 that’s four years of friendship before they ever were on stage together. They hung out, had more fun than anyone, and were emotionally supportive of the other. A subset of this aspect is when they act like boys. Wrestling each other to the ground, play fighting, playing football in the hall in nothing but your boxer shorts, and innocent kisses are all the actions of boys not yet taught the rules of manhood. In my writing I sometimes explore the idea of them having a romantic friendship. More than friends, less than lovers. Their relationship isn’t physical and neither has a sexual attraction but are deeply attracted to each other emotionally. This love can be (and Jerry often has!) compared to romantic love. They are affectionate sometimes in the form of kisses but that’s only to communicate their strong emotions for the other.

Layer Three Family

Some people are uncomfortable with them having a romantic friendship. What part of it was a LOVE STORY do you not understand? Often these people will say they loved each other like BROTHERS. In the past I have compared them to brothers but I meant only in the sense that they have a family-like bond. Brothers are protective in this “no one beats the shit out of my brother but me” kind of way. No real life brother relationship I know of is anything like Dean and Jerry. I do, however, get strong father/son vibes from them. Dean is protective, caring, gives Jerry discipline when he needs it, and loves him without condition. It’s important to note these are all things Jerry’s biological father didn’t provide.

Layer Four Marriage

Now we’re getting deep. When I talk about their marriage I don’t mean romantic love or a sexual relationship. I’m speaking strictly of their domesticity. Their act made it so they had to live on the road, sharing hotel rooms and a bed in the early days. As Jerry once said, LIVING AND LOVING TOGETHER. It’s canon that Dean moved in with Jerry more than once. They know what the other is like in a domestic situation. Jerry knows that Dean cuts corners when doing house work and can be a slob. Dean thinks Jerry should relax and not be so fussy. They learned to accept the other’s irritating quirks and create a harmonious environment where they can enjoy each other’s company. Dean and Jerry have to work together to (Jerry would love this analogy!) nurture their baby (their act). This requires...you guessed it! COMMUNICATION. When they communicate and I mean TALK, exchange words and make hard decisions, nothing can break them. In real life their little spats were like the arguments that married people have. In my fiction when they can no longer communicate what they want or need that’s the beginning of the end.

Layer Five Dom/sub

I’m not talking about in a sexual relationship or even within them practicing an alternative lifestyle. When Dean is dominant over Jerry it makes him feel owned. For Jerry to be owned is the highest form of love. He willingly submits to Dean’s loving authority and to serve him brings him great joy. The roles often switch back and forth depending on what the other needs. When Jerry is dominant over Dean it gives him a chance to breathe. For most of Dean’s life he had to appear dominant and in control because that’s what is expected of a man. Jerry is seen as the wife, the female half and naturally the more submissive. But when Jerry takes over the dominant role Dean can just be. He doesn’t have to worry about appearances. Sometimes a man just likes to be led.

Layer Six Romantic

This is when I write Dean and Jerry as lovers. Call them boyfriends, husbands, whatever you want. They are romantically attracted and deeply in love. If you would like a description look up any quote from Jerry about their relationship.

Layer Seven Supernatural

I’m not planning on doing any crossovers with the TV show if that’s what you were thinking. I’m speaking of all the things related to their connection that cannot be explained. They were mythological. In real life they spoke of a connection so deep they knew when the other was sick, in pain, or even angry at them before they were in the same room. I create stories that hint at this connection. They were fated to be together. No matter how stupid they act or how badly they fuck everything up a force beyond their control will always bring them back together.

Layer Eight Sexual

I have left this to be the final layer because it is the most deepest and intimate aspect of their relationship. When I write them having sex all of their aspects work together. Their professional partnership, especially the part where they must know the other’s limits, prepares them for a sexual relationship. As boys they can wrestle and play and as men these games can become something more meaningful than harmless fun. If you replace father with caretaker then that aspect also plays a key part. Making love is what married couples traditionally do. Dominance, submission, the switching between the two awakens their deepest desires and fulfills their deepest need. In Dean’s case it’s a need he didn’t know he had. When I write them practicing an alternative lifestyle I include pain and that sex doesn’t have to be gentle to be deeply romantic. Sex and physical touch on it’s own is how Dean can express his love for Jerry. Words fail him but his hands never do. I write that they can feel the love as if it was something tangible and passed to the other. As for the supernatural aspect, imagine how satisfying sex could be with your soul mate who knew when you would take your next breath and who knew your body as well as you did. This is why whenever I write Dean and Jerry having sex or experiencing sexual intimacy it is always more than that. It does not matter what they do or the lies they tell they are experiencing a deeply emotional act that can sometimes border on the spiritual.

I remember hearing the writer of a TV show talking about writing sex scenes. He used sex scenes as an opportunity to show who the characters were. That always stuck with me and as a writer I prefer examining their relationship and personalities through sex scenes. I mainly write them in a sexual relationship for this reason and also because it’s fun.

Below the cut is my personal experience with writing their sexual relationship, particularly penetrative sex. None of this will be included on the version posted to AO3

It is very important for me to know if and when my characters engage in certain acts, especially penetrative sex.

I am very protective of my Jerry character. Once upon a time, I wanted Dean to be his first everything. I think we all like the idea of Jerry being in control of his experiences with men and for those experiences to be really special. But when I would attempt to write Jerry as shy and innocent it felt like I was writing an original character that had the same name. Jerry’s experiences whether good or bad make him who he is. I can’t logically write that Jerry never acted on his attraction towards men in sixteen years because his soul mate was out there waiting for him. Also, Dean’s possessiveness would take over when he found out Jerry was untouched. He would think of him as “pure” and that never sat right with me.

Jerry kissed boys and men, was held by some and maybe even developed romantic feelings for one of them and Mr. Martin is just going to have to accept that.

Another thing Mr. Martin has to deal with is that Jerry very much enjoys penetrative sex and wants that in his sexual relationships. I write Dean as his first experience with homosexual intercourse because I want that experience to be special for him. If the idea weren’t so laughable I would have Dean sprinkle rose petals on their bed. Jerry isn’t losing his “virginity” he’s had sex before. Intercourse isn’t any different from any other sexual act. Any way men choose to have sex or get off with each other is valid, intimate, and as romantic as they feel.

However, intercourse is a riskier act than the others. The first time for any gender can be tricky and a lot can go wrong. I want Jerry to be with someone gentle and caring enough that he can receive the maximum amount of pleasure. I want this person to be someone he’s in love with and only gives him positive emotions during. Most importantly I want him never to regret this happened and when he thinks of it throughout the decades he feels good.

Quite recently, I’ve decided on a specific time when they do this. Drum roll please... Dean and Jerry share this special experience in 1947 when Jerry is twenty-one.

Why such a specific time? Because in 1948 Jerry goes to Hollywood and reunites with his oh so special friend Tony. When I first joined this fandom I thought Jerry met Tony in 1948 and in my fanfiction writer mind because of their strong sexual chemistry they instantly started a sexual relationship. They did EVERYTHING. Jerry didn’t have to worry about the rules that men were supposed to follow or if he was acting too feminine in bed or not feminine enough. There was no hesitation or holding back with Tony. He bottomed, he topped, dominant, submissive he explored every side of himself. To be with Tony he has to be a fully blossomed flower of a man and when the fifties hit he knows exactly what he wants sexually and completely accepts the desires he has for whichever gender he has a relationship with.

It’s beautiful isn’t it? Tony and Jerry definitely have their problems but when it comes to their sexual relationship I always write it as positive and satisfying for the both of them. When I started writing fanfiction for them it’s what I loved the most.

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He was Always the Wife

Dean and Jerry

Almost safe for work (this fic contains sexual content in dialogue and a fade to black honeymoon)

Summary: (1,726 words in progress) An alternate universe where Dean and Jerry get married in the late 40′s.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYLA!!!!!

My very good friend Kayla inspired this fic from a dream she had so I dedicate this to her on her birthday :)

I swallowed the lump in my throat and set my suitcase down while taking a drag from my cigarette. Betty was watching television with a drink in her hand. “I’m leaving.”

“Where to,” Betty asked without looking at me.

“Jerry’s.”

“What for?” Betty’s eyes glanced over in my direction and grew wide when she noticed the suitcase.

“Things haven’t been working out here.” I blew out a puff of smoke.

“I can make sure dinners on the table every night. I know I’ve let things go a little bit but that’s just because of the baby.”

“It’s nothing you did, Betty. Our marriage hasn’t been right for a while.”

Betty took a drink. “I let you fuck anything in a skirt no questions asked and don’t so much as ask you for a phone call when you’re on the road. Sounds like a pretty good fucking marriage to me. When do I get to pack a suitcase? What’s it gonna be Dean? You gonna play bachelor with Jerry and bag broads two at a time while you leave me here to deal with everything that’s hard.”

“I’m not playing anything with Jerry.” I took a deep breath. “Staying here is taking the easy way out. I’m not staying at Jerry’s... I’m leaving you... for him.”

The realization hit Betty’s eyes and she moved from the couch to standing directly in front of me. “I can’t believe I expected more from you. Bastard!” Her hands hit my shoulder and head like all the other times I fucked up. “You’re disgusting.” It felt different this time because it wasn’t about me being with a broad. I half expected her to say what my mother said. Each little slap might have well been a punch to my gut.

“You’re running off with our babysitter, the former cheerleader. Does he wear the uniform for ya too?”

I had never thought about it like that before. Jerry was a cheerleader in high school but that was before I met him.

“He still wears the Irvington sweater sometimes…”

Betty hit me good on the arm again.

“That’s why you called me disgusting? It’s not because of...you know?”

“I said anything in a skirt, didn’t I? I’ve always known he wanted to shake his pom-poms for ya’ I just thought he had more respect for himself. Whether boy or girl if they’re with you they’re getting fucked. You can expect a divorce from me the day you knock him up.”

“Please, Betty. I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

“The right thing is abandoning your children so you can go fuck a twenty-two year old? Yeah, I guess that would be the right thing to you.”

“We’re not just fuckin’ around. Jerry’s different. It’s-it’s…” My chest collapsed as I tried to say the words. It was all too familiar. My throat closed up and my tongue felt swollen and too big for my mouth. During the tense, awkward moments with Jerry when he asked about how I felt I could control my shaking hand but not this time.

“Well spit it out.”

“I love him!” I didn’t hear my mother’s voice. My lungs didn’t feel like I was drowning. I could finally breathe. Like the day I realized that was how I felt. The feeling was too strong. I couldn’t cover it up or brush it aside like any other emotion. The more I ran from it, the more it felt like the walls were closing in. When I said the words and faced my true biggest fear I finally knew what freedom was.

Betty’s face had changed. She no longer looked like she was ready for a verbal fight. “I need another drink.” Her voice sounded defeated. I watched her grab the bottle and fill her glass to the brim. She set it down and locked eyes with mine. “Get out!”

I didn’t think Betty ever wanted to see me again after that. Her relationship with Jerry smoothed things over. She always liked Jerry and probably secretly wished I was more like him. I didn’t have to knock up Jerry for her to sign the divorce papers.

We talked later.

“I think I always knew about you.”

“Really?” I tried to hide my anxiety. My whole life I tried not to stand out. I tried to be like ordinary men that didn’t have a secret. The thought of somebody seeing through my carefully crafted act terrified me.

“When we had sex I felt you inside me but you weren’t there.”

“Oh... I must have had other things on my mind,” I took a nervous sip from my drink.

“Could it be any woman who looked good on your arm and give you children? Was I just the first to come along that filled that criteria?”

I spoke quietly, “it was about more than that.”

“Was it? Half of our marriage you were gone. We lived in separate states. We lived separate lives. You kept me hidden away and only brought me out when you needed me when it was convenient.”

I swallowed and wiped my mouth trying to form thoughts that made sense. “I...don’t have any answers, Betty. It happened how it happened and we got four kids out of it. You don’t regret that right? Look, I liked you. I still do.”

Betty smiled weakly and looked away. “A Catholic woman doesn’t take divorce lightly.”

“I’m so grateful to you for doing this, honestly. Me and Jerry could never thank you enough.”

“I did it because I know you love him. You walk in the room and you know Jerry loves you. I could practically feel it in the air. Please, don’t hurt him.”

“I could never. You should see me when he has a stomachache. I fall to pieces when that boys in pain.”

“It’s easy to say that before even the honeymoon. I remember all the things you said to me. All the fairytales told with that movie star smile. He believes in the magic of Dean Martin. Loving you is killing me but that boy—if you do to him what you did to me it will destroy him. There won’t be anything left.” Betty took more than a sip from her drink. “If you do one thing in your life, Dino Crocetti, let it be that you don’t punish another person for loving you.”

I was a nervous wreck at the wedding but no one saw it. Cary Grant and Randolph Scott were the only celebrity couple to do this and neither were Italian! Italians didn’t do this. I had no example to look to. Betty showed and brought the kids too. I was grateful because my family wasn’t there. Plain and simple my mother declared I wasn’t her son anymore. Jerry’s parents weren’t there either. They claimed they had a gig they couldn’t get out of. I don’t think they were upset Jerry was marrying a man, more like he wasn’t marrying a Jewish man. I looked over at Jerry and he was trying his best to wear a mask but I always knew. It’s likely he wasn’t surprised at all. His parents missed every major event in his life besides his birth. He was better off not having them here to subtly tear him down and I was better off not having my mother here calling me the bride. We both waited behind the doors. It was my idea. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him by my side. We clasped hands as the music started to play. This is what I wanted us holding hands, not for a bit or a musical number and all eyes on us. I wanted to do this so bad in the beginning and after this, I could do it anytime I wanted. When we got to our places I couldn’t hear anything. I was too focused on the kiss. As a little boy, I didn’t dream of kissing the groom. Maybe Jerry did. It wouldn’t surprise me if he saw all of this happening. He always made us seem so easy. Frank handed me the rings. We hadn’t known each other very long but I knew him well enough to know he would have thrown the fit of the century if I didn’t ask him. Tony was Jerry’s best man and I tried my best to ignore him. I couldn’t believe how delicate Jerry’s ring finger was. It’s amazing I could even get mine on my fat finger. It was time for the kiss. My heart thudded in my chest. I looked at Jerry’s lips, leaned forward and shut my eyes. When I opened them our new life began.

I marveled at the gold band and softly kissed Jerry’s ring finger. He looked at me through his lashes and he resembled the boy I knew him as when he was just sixteen. Back when we were only friends and I didn’t understand my need to be with him every minute of the day and why it felt so good for him to call me Paul—my middle name—one no one used except for him. I ran my thumb across his bottom lip. I was fascinated by those lips. I had kissed them a thousand times over the years we knew each other but only hours ago when he became my husband it felt like the first time. Not the very first time when he kissed me as he kissed all his other friends. But like when he looked at me differently and I felt how soft his lips were against mine and knew I wanted more. Jerry’s mouth opened wide reminding me he wasn’t that sixteen-year-old boy anymore. “Close your mouth,” I whispered and gave him an innocent kiss. His neck was what I was after. I didn’t have to be careful anymore. I could taste his skin and make him call out ‘Paul’ over and over and if someone overheard who cares? I could bite and leave marks that everyone would see. That’s when it hit me. We were in bed and soon nothing would be between us like we had done one hundred times before but the reason it felt so damn new was that he was finally mine and no one could ever tell me I couldn’t do more than kiss those lips.

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Full title: Foreplay Dean and Jerry implications of Bing and Bob (yes you read that right) Safe for work Summary: (1,991 words) Jerry says Catholics don’t do foreplay can Dean prove him wrong?

FINISHED!

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Boy, What Imagination Can Do for Ya’

Dean and Jerry

Implication of Jerry with unnamed men

Not safe for work

Summary: (1,000 words) Jerry finds himself all alone and uses the opportunity to put his imagination to work as well as his hand

NO LABELS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

This is to be read for entertainment not as a guide to live your life.

"Deansy! I've got a surprise for you," Jerry said opening the door to their motel room. He looked all over the room and there was no sign of him. Jerry tossed the comic books onto the table and shrugged, figuring he had gone out to see what broads would beg to fuck him or buy him a new wardrobe.

"Heavens! I am all A-lone. However shall I pass the time?" Jerry jumped onto the bed he shared with Dean and pulled out his bottle of lotion from the drawer. "Hello, old friend." He put the bottle aside and took off his sweater vest then began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

He left his shirt open and applied the lotion slowly to his chest. His nipples hardened and he played with them, experimenting with how much pain was enough. Little Jerry wanted attention too. He let one hand go down his body. When it got to his stomach he got comfortable on the bed. It reminded him how Dean would stop at his stomach then drum his fingers or play with Jerry before he touched him. He slipped his hand inside his jeans and admired how it looked. His arm moved up and down and he pushed against the zipper. He wasn't touching himself just pretending and giving himself a show. There was something about not seeing it that made it sexy. He would have to try it with Dean sometime. Jerry liked to have room so off came the pants. How lucky he wasn’t wearing underwear that day.

Jerry started off by massaging his thighs and wandered to his balls. Basically, everywhere except his cock. He didn’t believe in going straight for your happy place. You had to tease and seduce yourself. No one knows your body better than yourself or that’s how it should be. He touched these areas of his body until he was relaxed and there was some blood pumping down there.

Jerry wanted different types of sexual experiences that Dean wasn’t willing to do. Certain things were OFF LIMITS and that was okay. Special times like this is when he could try all the sex his imagination was capable of.

He decided on the sex he wanted. Jerry got the details down in his mind right down to the furniture in the room. He was semi erect as he put lotion in his hand. Jerry gave himself slow strokes as he directed Dean in his mind. Jerry sucked his thumb as he thought about the ways he could dominate him. The images made him whimper.

Jerry letting his mind be so free brought up thoughts of the men of 42nd street. He felt so guilty for having sex with them. Those men didn't care about him. They were perverts. Why did he do it? He knew how lucky he was that he didn’t get hurt. It was the stupidest thing he ever did. He had no one to talk to. Jerry was safe now. That nightmare was in his past. Maybe while he was safe was the best time to revisit it.

Jerry set up the scene just like he remembered it. Dean played the part of the pervert. He focused only on the things that excited him. His breath came in shallow gasps. Nothing that made his cock twitch in his hand was bad. That was just his reaction. He could be objective especially when it came to sexual desire. He bit his lip as he felt himself getting closer like climbing to the top in a roller coaster. This was going to be a good one he could tell.

"Jer, open the door!" called out Dean.

"Use your key," Jerry moaned out.

"I left it there."

Faster and faster he pumped. No way was he stopping. "Fucking give me a minute!" He cried out with each stroke until finally he came. It was so powerful his back arched then his body went limp.

He slipped on his jeans without bothering to zip or button them and opened the door.

Dean stepped inside holding an ice cream cone. He took one look at Jerry. "There's come in your chest hair."

"Shit," Jerry said heading towards the bathroom. He scrubbed at it with a towel and warm water before it became matted.

"Why didn't you wait for me? We could have started that way then finished with some guy stuff. That's my idea of a lovely Sunday afternoon."

"Then the ice cream would have melted, " Jerry said stepping out of the bathroom. He left his shirt off. "Did I get it all?"

"Yeah you got it."

"Good. That stuff is a son of a bitch when it dries. Is that ice cream for me?"

"Maybe," Dean said then licked the cone before handing it to Jerry.

Jerry gave the ice cream a big lick and he was in heaven. "Having ice cream after just coming, there's nothin' better, boy!"

"I might have been able to agree if SOMEONE had some consideration for his partner." Dean pouted.

"I'm sorry, Bubby. I bought you comics," Jerry said pointing to the table.

"Apology accepted." Dean grabbed one of the comics and hopped on the bed. He gestured for Jerry to come sit in his lap.

Jerry happily made himself comfortable licking his ice cream while Dean read aloud the adventures of Batman and Robin.  "Do you think Batman bought Robin ice cream?"

"I'm sure of it."

Back on 42nd Street Jerry could never dream of this moment. That he was with a good man who loved him for more than his full lips and curvy body. Who cared for him so much that he took the time to surprise him with sugary treats. 42nd was long gone. He never had to go back there again and he didn't think he would. But even if he did he knew he would be safe.

Like Batman kept his boy wonder safe Dean will keep him safe even if it's from himself.