Monthly Archives: February 2010

Sometimes Fairies Are Scary

I will assume that most of us have been subjected at one time or another to the freaky Peter Pan guy.  He lives in Florida, I live in California and I have seen him in person.  He is everywhere, like a virus.  He has attended a few events in Los Angeles including the Labyrinth of Jareth Ball and the Renaissance Pleasure Faire.

I know, it is a costume and this was taken at a fairy fantasy ball.  What’s the big deal?  The big deal is he dresses like this all the time.  My girlfriend actually stood next to him at that ball and said he smelled like grape soda.  That’s just wrong.  Men should not smell like grape soda!  Little kids at a 4th of July picnic should smell like grape soda.

He has been around for a while.  His website has gotten millions of hits.  Most are people like me that just click and click and yell “OMYGOD” a lot.  First I thought there was no way this guy could be straight.  I mean, come on but then I really thought about it and NONE of my gay friends act like this.  Hell, no self-respecting Drag Queen would EVER look like this.  To quote one of them “Girlfriend is a hot mess and not in a good way.  Damn!”.

Then to confuse me even more he gets married (to a woman) AND they are on a TV special!  Check this out but only after you’ve had a drink, seriously:

Oh and did I mention he is 57 years old.  FIFTY SEVEN?!  I’m a little scared right now.  The World is just a little off kilter for me.  Sure, as long has he doesn’t break any laws, molest any kids (*cough*michaeljackson), knife anyone in their sleep or “sparkle” in the sunlight – whatever.  He can do what he wants as long as he doesn’t try to stuff me into really bad fairy wings that don’t look good even on a 12 year old girl from Japan.  I don’t know why I should care or why it bothers me so much.  Perhaps it is that uncomfortable feeling I get when something is out of place. Sure, I dress up but I am an actor and I am PAID to do that.  I don’t go to the grocery store dressed like Alice in Wonderland or Queen Elizabeth or Janet from Rocky Horror.  This is the feeling you get when you see a 2 headed calf or a cow that talks to you or something else that is just WAY out of place.  You become unseated from your reality and you don’t like the way that feels.  While some of us fall down the rabbit hole every once in awhile, I know I don’t want to live there.

Have fun in Wonderland/Neverland freaky Peter Pan!  I’m going to go back to my boring normal life full of Bill Maher and XBox 360 and Gentleman Jack.  Perhaps when I need another shock to my slice of reality, I will give your page another visit.

I Hate Blogspot Right Now

I have my Disney Blog over there:

I spent my morning writing the most amazing blog on the planet on the various versions of the Haunted Mansion all over the World.  I just finished a LONG bit on the original Mansion and wanted to delete a small paragraph.  I highlighted it but the sneaky mouse pad slipped UP.  I didn’t see it.  I deleted it and Poof – gone.

I have a Mac so Cnt-Z doesn’t work and by the time I was done messing with it, the sneaky Undo button I just found didn’t work either except to wipe out EVERYTHING!  Another click put me back at square one with my abbreviated version but I suppose it is better than nothing.

I have thrown things, stomped around, threatened to sniff glue, cried and everything else I can think of that would do a seven year old proud.

I know that writing is hard but should it be this hard!  It shouldn’t drive you to drink!  Oh wait, there was Hemingway and Tennessee Williams….  OK, where is the Bourbon?

Nothing Says “Sticky Situation” Like A Wall of Gum

As a California Girl, born and bred, I never had the inclination to travel farther north than Sonoma.  Let’s face it, most Californians think of the upper reaches of our State as Oregon.  Have you ever been to Oregon?  I think there are 5,000 people in the entire State.

However one weekend in late summer I grabbed one of my girlfriends and we made a trek to Seattle.  Why?  We were meeting friends we had met online and were going to hang out for the weekend.  The weather was in our favor, the sun was out, we saw so many cool things that I was shocked.

I had no idea that part of old Seattle is underground and still there to see.  There was the Pike’s Place Market where they toss fish and we gobbled a bag of the most delectable fresh made, wee cinnamon sugar donuts ever!  We had dinner and drank, we went to a bar, watched a band and drank, we drank and we drank.

So what do you do when you are out on the town in Seattle in the Pike’s Place Market area with new friends, old friends and a fleet of whiskey sours?  You go to the gum wall.

The what?!  Yes, I can hear it from here.  The GUM wall as in a wall of gum.  Chewing gum.  People chew gum and stick it on this wall.  Actually it is the side of a building and the gum goes up pretty high.  When I first took this picture and showed it to friends, they thought it was a bunch of condoms.  I can see their point.  But it’s not.  It’s gum.  Real American Chewing Gum.  It’s surreal.

The two bright green pieces are mine and my girlfriends.  The other bright green piece that is stringy and going around our gum is our new friend Miss Amy.  It just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy knowing our friendship is immortalized in gum on an alley wall in Seattle for all to see.  Gum is the glue that holds friendships together.

If you want to see it for yourself, the gum wall is in Post Alley under Pike’s Place Market and is by the Market Theatre.  Locals tell me Theatresports people started sticking gum to the wall in 1993.  Drama people – figures.  The Market officials declared the wall on official tourist attraction in 1999.  It is covered several inches thick, is over 15 feet high and travels down the building for 50 feet.  Now that is a whole lot of gum.