And then I got it tattooed on!
Here’s how it happened. During The Monkees Convention over the weekend of March 14-16, 2014 I had the pleasure of working as Butch Patrick’s assistant. He happened to find my Micky Dolenz obsession hilarious and when I told him I had always wanted to get Micky’s autograph tattooed on me, he sprung into action. Butch vowed to get me that autograph and it is completely thanks to him that I was able to get in to see Micky.
Butch found out that Micky would be in a certain room at 1PM on the Sunday for about ten minutes MAX, signing photos and posing for pictures. I ran across the hotel and managed to plant myself first in line, and slowly people started lining up behind me. 1PM came and went, and no Micky. But this is ME we’re talking about, I would have stood there for three weeks if it meant Micky would be touching my skin.
After what felt like forever, Micky’s bodyguard came through a hallway and Micky followed close behind. I considered tackling him to the ground but then remembered I was about to ask him to autograph my shoulder so I should be on my best behaviour. Finally we were herded into the room five people at a time. I recruited the lovely girl behind me to just “snap as many photos as possible” while I spoke with Micky. I don’t know her name, but I’d just like to thank her here because these are some damn amazing photos/memories.
One of Micky’s assistants said, “Can I see your ticket please?”
“Oh never mind, you’re good, sorry.” I had been introduced to this guy the previous day when I was with Butch so I was relieved he recognized me.
At this point, I don’t remember much else. Micky was sitting and when I stumbled into the seat beside him he said, “Hey, nice to see you.” YOU. As in, ME. As in, he knows me and is HAPPY to see me. Because he loves me. Obviously.
I started rambling (as I tend to do when I’m in close proximity to Mr. Dolenz) about how I was really hoping he could sign my shoulder because I wanted to get it tattooed.
“Your what,” he asked incredulously. I’d actually been telling people that I wanted to ask Micky to sign my boob but ultimately settled on my shoulder because I like to keep it classy. Just kidding, I don’t actually have the guts to whip out my boobs in front of Micky, let alone ask him to touch them and I thought it’d be hard to explain to my boyfriend when I got home. So, I settled on my shoulder.
I repeated that I wanted his signature tattooed on me, handed him the black Sharpie and said “go for it” as I slipped my shirt off. I could feel all the eyes in the room on me and heard Micky clear his throat.
Then, he touched me. Ever so gently at first. He grazed his left hand on my back to steady his right hand as he signed his name, slowly and purposely, while whispering “I love you Jacqueline” into my ear. Ok maybe that last part I just made up but I could tell that’s what he was thinking.
Two minutes later, he was done and asked me how it looked. I said perfect and thanked him as he slipped the lid back on the Sharpie and placed it beside him. He was trying to steal my Sharpie! Which was actually Butch Patrick’s Sharpie. I considered asking for it back but of course realized that Micky just wanted to keep it as a souvenir of our precious time together. He wanted the memory of holding my freckled ginger skin in his hands, passionately counting each freckle as he carefully branded me.
It was pretty damn hot, I can’t lie. I immediately ran back to Butch’s table, temporarily pausing in the bathroom to cry (because I can’t see Micky Dolenz in person without crying, it’s literally not possible) and had his friend Tattoo Tony Rodriguez permanently ink that sucker onto my skin FOR LIFE.
A lot of people are saying I’ve now been officially “branded” by Micky Dolenz, that I am now in fact his PROPERTY. I of course fully support this theory and would like to use this forum to express my compliance to Micky in any way he desires. He owns me, I’m just saying he can do WHATEVER he wants with me.