I remember the sixties although I was reborn again in 1987(didn't want to be, but had to be). I was zillions of years old by the 1960s but I still looked like I was less than 2 years old. That's how it is now, too. My body doesn't age past the age of one or so even though I am very very tall and I weigh literally nothing.
I dated Joe Cocker for a few months but it didn't work out all that well due to a lack of chemistry. We stayed friends because we're both hobbyists. Truth be told, I hated that generation of people, those slightly older than the boomers. Humorless as can be and every bit aware of how charmless, jealous and uncreative they were. I was still a gang member back then and I felt pretty alienated by most of the adult crowd in the sixties. The seventies were way better, socially, I felt.
I was at Woodstock '69. I set up a large tent full of blankets, pillows activities and food for kids and babies in attendance, whose parents weren't paying attention to them. We stayed clean and dry. There were about 40 kids in there and all of them got along and stayed in touch after the festival ended. Eight of them later ended up married! Tripped on mushrooms and acid, smoked a little pot here and there. This was before Joe and I dated. Five months later, though, I temporarily broke up with my boyfriend Andrea and started seeing Jimi Hendrix for a little while.
I remember Jim Morrison, too. Really quiet but in a funny way that made you smile. He and Jimi weren't easy people to get to know like Joe was.
I was also a free doctor at a clinic on Haight-Ashbury throughout the sixties and some of the seventies. I bet some of you old-timers here would remember me. I was the female doctor.
What else to say? I don't miss the sagging vintage tits that you got if you were female and a terrible person back then. There were also a lot of people into cults and faux-vegetarians.
The hippies back then cared too much about other people's status. Publicly they pretended to hate money but privately worshiped wealth and those who had it. There was a semi-popular deformity back then known as "hippie-head", which gave you a long forehead with a beluga bulge at the top. It was justice for caring too much about how much money other people made, and/or their social standing.
I was probably considered a ten back then just for having a normal dome, no boob gravity issues and no thick, ~groovy~ body hair patterns. Puke.
