the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment, I know none other

mood: too cool fo' school

music: Humbert on the Hill ~ Lolita OST

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all personal stuffs will be "friends only" since now i'm no longer so paranoid about locking everything up. anyone is welcome to friend this journal but if you don't leave a comment i'll assume that you're just here to have a looksie and then leave.

mood: hopeful

music: Love ~ Smashing Pumpkins

So sherridea do you love me or do you love me? Also as you can see I lied - it's not Disco Bloodbath but the newer version. Sorry. :( But I dunno why you were freaking out about the copies being 60 dollah? Didn't you see the much cheaper paper back version for sale right under it? Either way the thing's been bought and holy crap!

Drag Queens bringing hatchets out of their purses and swinging it around in a crowd, auctioning of freaks from the local circus on top of the bar, flooding the basement and then giving everyone free drugs just to see what will happen. This is some crazy shit people! I must confess I didn't expect much from a former club kid who spent most of his days frying his brain on every kind of drug and drink he could get his hands on but oh how I was proven wrong. Not only does he express himself terribly well in these pages his tone makes you think you're more at his side during a get together listening as he tells you all his best and most sorrid tales rather that flipping pages.

And speaking of books I went in for another interview today - this time at Borders. I think it went very well - everyone keep your fingers crossed!

For the philistines on my f-list before I go here's a little something for you too.

It's a rather short and humorous synopsis of The Ring Cycle by Wagner. This was on my mind recently for certain reasons and when a friend asked me to dig this up for them I couldn't resist sharing it here as well (although sadly I couldn't find the version of it I wanted). So before you scroll down ask yourself how caught up you are on your opera! Impress friends and boggle enemies by clicking the above link and watching them all! act now and we'll also throw in this free snuggie

mood: blah

music: Bossy ~ Kelis

Growing up as a young girl a mustache was a thing of intense fascination and repulsion to me. They were featured quite a bit in the kissing scenes in all the Anne Rice books I was reading, the male characters boasting with unusual gusto how it drove the ladies wild by highlighting the “sensuality of the mouth” and “making the kissing all the sweeter”. Well if you mean highlighting your sensual lips by making them look like an anus embedded in a ring of hair or making the eventual kiss all the sweeter because it’s the fleshy end to the tunnel of crumb filled hair you’ve been fighting your way through in order to find your boyfriends mouth, then yes, I suppose you’re right. Needless to say nicknames I learned in middle school such as lip rug and soup strainer didn’t much help improve my image as I grew older.

mood: in love

music: His Love Makes Me Beautiful ~ Barbra Streisand

So I must admit that I had been familiar with Josephine Baker long before I did any reading on her, because of this picture :



However I always thought it was a WHITE woman wearing some sort of cream product to make her appear black. WTF. Fail Acacia, just utter fail. But no, that is indeed an African-American woman posed in all her naked loving glory.

Josephine grew up in utter poverty around the turn of the century. She was virtually illiterate and had no special training or talent other than her love of dancing. When she was 15 she ran away with her first dance troupe and eventually became part of a chorus line of all black girls that would darken themselves up to appear like they were whites doing a black face routine, or would paint themselves white so they could appear at certain venues that wouldn't allow them entrance otherwise. Josephine never knew any of the dance moves when she appeared on stage and she was considered "too dark" and "too unattractive" so they placed her at the end of the chorus line. However she soon won approval of audiences and critics by not only mastering the dance steps after one go, but adding her own moves in and making silly faces during what was supposed to be a serious or sexy routine. In a time where blacks still had to follow Jim Crow laws she was the highest paid show girl in all of America.

Soon after that she left for France and was welcomed so warmly she became a French citizen. During her stay there she became the most famous image of modern female sexuality (she was also a notorious bisexual), a dancer, a brief if important founder of modern burlesque, a singer, a fashion icon, a journalist and even a war hero!

When WWII came about Josie retreated to her private house in the country and made the acquaintance of several resistance leaders and offered them her house, her cash, her cars and her airplane for their cause. But her best contribution is that she actually went abroad and gave tours to German audiences and would play back information she learned about Axis troops in her music. For this she was awarded several medals and an honorary position of Lt in the Air Force and was given her own uniform to wear which she did constantly


If you have some time to kill there's a nice documentary which sums up her incredible life in little under an hour (it's divided into six parts) here on youtube. If anything it's worth it just to see the clips and hear the music from one of the performances she gave later in her life where she completely shrugged off her former image and appears as Mary Queen of Scots being beheaded before reappearing singing Ave Maria. Trippy man! If there's anything more awesome than this I can't say what it is.

Also! I feel I should mention this because I'm a stickler for reasons to celebrate but she also has her own day here in the US on May 20th. This year I'm going to do something absolutely ass wild and fun in her memory.
 

Edit : BLARGH! I dunno if the above video is showing for people or not so just in case here be the link to the documentary :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8M6vSZMB2U

mood: listless

music: Queen's Crossing ~ The Decemberists

I had a bit of a freaky experience this morning with waking up. Last night I dreamed that Rebecca was still alive, and for some reason we were sitting on one of those black couches in the upper rooms of the theater where LOJ is held every year. I was sitting across from her and she didn't look like I last saw her, but rather she looked just as she would if she had grown up - her hair was back to it's natural blonde and cut fashionably short, she was wearing a black jacket with matching pants and a gray cardigan and the silver necklace and rings she favored. Her makeup was dark and smokey. She looked gorgeous, and in my dream I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and I kept taking pictures while laughing and asking her to tell me more stories of her time away. Things were rough for her, she had said, but she had made a few contacts and she hadn't given up hope yet.

Then I woke up and I experienced the most bizarre vertigo sensation ever. I couldn't really get a grasp on my own body and I couldn't tell where or WHEN I was. Then somehow my brain sort of started firing out questions like "wait a minute then who's ashes did we scatter?" and the sensation stopped and I woke up fully and knew where I was again. Thanks brain! I really love it when you do that thing every once in awhile where I think she's alive! 8D

Really, never stop.

Also! I got around to seeing Wir Kinder Vom Bahnhof Zoo at last.


 

This film is deeply disturbing in a way that few movies can be now a days. Unlike other teen films like Kids (which hypes up worst case scenarios to shock) or The Breakfast Club (which is concerned with identifying with alienation), this little jewel who's title loosely translates to Kids of the Bahnhof Zoo, seeks to do neither. The hardest moments aren't put in to garner a shocking or sympathetic reaction, but are instead presented without bells in a no fuss, no muss kind of way that probably illustrates better than any film I've ever seen just what it's like to be a teenage drug addict. That it is in fact, an honest version of hell.

So if you're looking for a good no bull-shit, German, hey this also has David Bowie it in film I recommend it to you all.

mood: bouncy

music: Single Ladies ~ Beyonce

Because really, when it comes to tits and the SS I'm sort of shameless (oh and even if you remember the preview you should still click the above trailer as some gracious soul has added a bit of photage :D). I'm not sure what about it I liked so much other than the obvious - perhaps it was Sherri Moon's loving tribute to Salon Kitty (admittedly 100x hotter), perhaps the idea of horrific Nazi experiments backfiring brutally on scientist, officer and soldier alike against a stark and unforgiving backdrop of soviet claimed forrests in the midst of winter. Who knows? The point is I just adore it and sadly resigned myself to having just having this small slice of the greatest movie that never was.

But once again Netflix proves to be my knight on a white horse determined to pump more useless shit at me than my fluttering heart can stand by introducing me to Ilsa.