Oh don't groan, this isn't going to be that lengthy of a biography, just a few lil paragraphs to tell you who I am ok? There's no test at the end so you don't have to pay that close attention!

Grrrr ok, like my friend Jessica "Applepie" Dean (the babe who's helping me build these pages) said - KISS - keep it simple stupid! Thank you Jooky, you've done more for me than you may ever know, like turning me into a "Web Slut" ...err I mean Mistress! Oops! *JJ fakes a blush* :-)

I was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada on the 9th day of December, 1974 at 2:15 AM. That makes me a Sagitarian Tiger for those of you interested in astrology. My parents were Soviet diplomats attached at the time to the USSR's Consulate in Montreal. In an effort to reflect her new and better life in Canada in contrast to her cold and dismal one back home in Moscow, my mother named me Jennifer Rose instead of Nikita as my father apparently wanted. I don't know why. She just liked the name Jennifer I guess. Actually I know fairly little of what my parents wanted for me because I never really knew them. On December 24th, Christmas Eve 1977, they were killed in an automobile accident. A drunk driver lost control of his vehicle and turned me into an orphan.

With no brothers or sisters or any family in Canada, I was destined to be sent back to Russia, except no one in Russia wanted me. Apparently neither of my parents had family there willing to step forward and assume the financial burden of looking after me, which in retrospect was a blessing in disguise I think because today I live in Canada, not Russia. No offense to the Motherland. To make a long story shorter, having been born in Canada, I ended up a ward of the Canadian government, and because I was born in Quebec, my file (and I) were shipped to Quebec City where I lived in a provincial orphanage until I was of school age. Then I was shipped back to Montreal at the request of an old friend of my mother's named Rose Dawson. Ahh, now I know why I was named Rose...

Mrs. Dawson never legally adopted me, but she did become the first in a long line of foster moms that I had up until I was eighteen and struck out on my own. I lived with her from the time I was five till I was ten, when sadly she died from breast cancer and I was sort of orphaned again. Rose loved me and treated me like her own daughter, and through her tarot that we'd read together at her kitchen table with only a candle burning softly, I did learn a few things about my mom, Katia. It's personal though so I won't be discussing them here, but I can tell you this; my mother was a devotee of Isis, our Lady of the Stars. I tell you that because it played a major role in the kind of woman I later strove to become. Gentle, loving, accepting of others and of myself, and unafraid to explore the ancient human heart through the knowledge of Her own. I so began my journey to understand these things from beyond the 'gateway' where my mother smiled through the tender wisdom of old "Aunt" Rose, who taught me that's exactly how my mother was and expected me to be.

Zip. Ok, I'm now in college. McGill University in Montreal where I study history and sociology (you want fries with that?), discover Our Lady Isis for the second time, and not being allowed to play the game because I was female (ok maybe cuz I was 5-6 and weighed 120 pounds had a little to do with it too), become a football cheerleader. My sis boom bah days as a cheery are some of my best memories as an adult (so far anyway, I'm only 24 and I haven't yet bedded Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman). I loved my pom poms and my short skirt and the hot way both guys and other girls thought I was sexy and wanted my attention! Shallow I know, but hey, I was only 19 years old.

It was here in college that I learned the truth about my budding bisexuality. I liked men alot (dated dozens of 'em), but I really loved women. I'd explored the softer side of love as a teenager (my first girl/girl experience was at 16) but I came into my own as a 'lipstick lez' at McGill. Her name was Bunny and yes, sigh, she was as cute and sweet as her name would indicate. The story of Bunny and Tigger (those were our squad nicknames) is in my library here at The River's Daughter by the way. As well as that one there are some others I've written too. Some are pure fantasy and some are very real life experiences. All, however, are very explicit so I hope if you go in there to read (nope, no pictures, sorry boys) that you are an adult! Even though this site is technically a non-sexual one, hey, it's about me & the things I love, so sex has to rear its ugly head in here somewhere! LOL

I'm not married (one day I want a regulation size vanload of children though) and I still live in Montreal despite the current political climate here which at times is not too friendly towards people who speak English or love Canada. I work part time (and sporadically at that) at two things I enjoy immensely, namely writing/editing and modeling; neither of which unfortunately is quite yet able to support (let alone rationalize) my totally insane high heel fetish. Yikes!! Is that my Visa bill?!!
Basically I am a very happy person who tries hard to make other people happy because I've learned doing that makes me happy and I love being happy. I cherish my friends, the ones I have offline and the ones I've met here on the Web from all over the world. Without my friends I'd be a lonely lil tiger indeed, so while The River's Daughter is humbly dedicated to Isis, Queen of the World, its real purpose is a tribute to the women and men who have become such an important part of the life of Jennifer Jerusalek, aka JJ.

I want you to be happy!

And as the Beatles sang so truthfully so many years ago now, as we approach the year 2001 (the real beginning of the new millenium)
...and in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make...

May The Goddess Bless You All :-)

Shout & JJ take a bath...



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