Its been so long since I've updated with anything important. But, I suppose, this is one of those times that I need to get something out.
On Saturday, my friends and I lost our dear friend, Joe Jo Wilson. He was fighting a fungal infection in his brain. He started getting terrible headaches, and sadly lost his fight within maybe two weeks of the symptoms showing up.
Joe Jo and I have known each other for roughly 11 years. The first time I saw him, we were both at Volunteer Park. I believe it was summertime, because it was late, and dark, and I don't remember it being cold. He showed up while I was there, and got out of his black Baretta, which would eventually become famous amongst our friends. Well, when it ran.
The moment I laid eyes on Joe Jo, I knew that he was something important. It was like love at first sight, but it seemed more than simply thinking he was sexy, which, of course, I did. Instantly, it was like I knew him, had always known him.
If he were here today, this is how HE would describe meeting me. "Jesse walked up to me, threw me against my car, and said... "You're a Pisces, aren't you?" To which I replied, "Actually, yes. I am." and he said, "I knew it! You're a fucking Pisces. I fucking knew it."
We were LIKE THAT since that moment. There was something about Joe Jo. He was beautiful, twisted, and best of all, he loved dorky things. We would drive around in his car for hours, listening to 80's cartoon theme songs. He had all of them. His techno mix of Gummi Bears made me so happy.
Some favorite memories of Joe Jo:
Sunday Book Club, where Joe Jo, Patrick and I would lay around on my bed on a hot afternoon, with the window open, and read books, and occasionally sit up and tell the other two about a particularly awesome, or funny moment.
At Rplace, one night, Joe Jo had just gotten back from the bathroom, and I put my hand down his pants to cop a feel. Nothing new if you know me, I do that all the time. Usually Joe Jo stops me, and we laugh. Its what we do. Well, he didn't stop me that night. I got a good, strong grasp of joejo cawk, and ended up with a wet hand. I was like, "Oh dude! Is that pee?" Oh yes. Joe Jo had just given my hand it's first Golden Shower.
After the Red Bull Underwear Party (Mach II), at the wee hours of the morning, Joe Jo and I were rolling and the only ones in the whole huge house still awake. We sat in rocking chairs, high as balls, and came up with our own version of the Transformers. Starting with Fagatron and Bumblebitch. I still have the list we made. It's in Joe Jo's handwriting.
Riding home from a party on the Eastside, Patrick, Joe Jo, Jamie and I started singing the Big Red themesong. Somehow, all of a sudden, we erupted in the most perfect 4 part harmony EVAR! It was brilliant, on key, and in perfect sync. No, really, it really was! Thats right, bitches. We rule.
Someone came over to Patrick and I's apartment, and I introduced them to Patrick. Joe jo was, for some reason, hiding under the blankets on the guest bed in the living room... So I said to the guest, "And this creature who lies beneath is known as THE BEAST!" Forever nicknaming him Beast. Or Ho Ho Beastie, if we were being silly. And we were.
In the very tiny corner of the living room that was my "bedroom" at the Denny and Broadway apartment, there was like, 8 people all crammed in on my bed, laughing and having a good time. We suggested some group poetry, which Joe Jo, Patrick, Waylon and I do all the time. During the poem, Joe Jo was sitting in my lap, and I had a hard on. He knew it. I knew it. But it was not because Joe Jo was sitting in my lap, it was the dude that I was currently crushing on, who was sitting pressed up next to me. And so my part of the poem included the line, "With a beautiful boy sitting in my lap, who is not, in fact, the reason for my throbbing erection". Just had to let my buddy Joe know that there was no awkward issues between us... aside from the fact that he WAS sitting on my boner.
My favorite Vantage trip was the year that Patrick and I drove his parents Mini-van, and took Joe Jo and our other friend Joseph along with us, with my Drag Mama Jeremy, following us in his car behind. Patrick and I had a drag show at CWU that day, and then we'd go out to Vantage for the rest of the camping weekend. We performed, and drove to my cousin Danell's to wash off our make up, and have a little dinner. I threw my fake boobies on the dashboard, for no particular reason. It was then that our dear Joe Jo realized that the Scissor Sisters had gotten it wrong all this time. There WERE, in fact, Tits on the Radio.
At the Oracle Gathering weekend long Summer Solstice festival outside of Bellingham, Joe Jo and I decided to partake in thc-laden brownies. Joe Jo, however, rarely had pot. He couldn't deal with the high it gave him, and ended up having me hold him all night in our little pup-tent, to make sure he didn't disappear, or something ridiculous like that.
Joe Jo wanted to do drag. Someone who didn't know what they were doing had put some makeup on him, and I took one look at it and said, "oh no, Mama isn't lettin her baby go out like this." I changed a few things up, and gave him a wicked look. He told me he wanted to look androgynous and evil. I painted him up to his delight, and named him Lil' Vicious. From then on, I did his makeup for years, until that little hooker finally sacked up and did it his DAMNED self. And, of course, he looked amazing.
After a big Pride Party at Brittin's, I was walking home WASTED. Oh god, I was SOOOOOO drunk. And I called Joe Jo. But he didn't answer. And then I proceeded to leave the MOST STUPIDEST drunk voice mail ever. It was obscene in its stupidity. How do I know? He saved it, and played it for EVERYONE. Constantly. All of our friends heard me at my most ridiculous. Touche, friend..
One night Mama Kyle, Joe Jo, and Joseph came over to Patrick and I's place, and we all cuddled up on my bed all night, watching stupid movies and passing out in each others arms/legs/other. Yeah, cuddle puddles happened all the time. But that one was special.
There's 11 years worth of more memories. I could never write even a one-hundredth of the crazy shit we've done. But there's one more I'd like to share. Its my most recent memory of Joe Jo. Patrick and I were performing for our friend, Danl's college gay group drag show, and Joe Jo was the Queens' Chauffeur that evening. On the way there, I played a video from Youtube of an a capella song. It was a funny piece with Star Wars-oriented lyrics, and put to the music of John Williams.(Look up "John Williams is the Man Star Wars" on Youtube, its awesome!) Patrick didn't know the song... But Joe Jo did! Of course he did. And once again, we broke out into song, singing along to the video, and taking different harmony parts. Man, I loved singing with Joe Jo.
That last story is basically the last time I saw Joe Jo. I did catch up with him at Pride, but it was just a hello and a hug, as I passed by in the Parade. It is so weird to think that I won't see him again. I have had people close to me die. But with Joe Jo, he's more than just one of my best and closest friends. He was a part of my soul, my timeless being. And its going to be very hard to not have him here on Earth, to share my life with.
But in the end, I know that I continue to share my everything with him. And on another plane of existance, I shall once again meet him. He was always more than just a regular human being. He was one of those people who touched the World at its metaphysical center, and lived to tell about it. And boy, did that kid live. He died young, but he lived twice as much life as he did years. He was always there, always off to the side, instigating and perpetuating. Conjuring and contemplating.
I see him, in my mind's eye. He is more beautiful than he has ever been. And he's happy.
Do not rest in peace, old friend. I know you too well. Peace would bore you. Rather... give them HELL, Beast.
I will miss you so very very much. Love and Light, Brother.