Bacchae's Descent

EVISCERATION: A Michael Hutchinson Novel First Look at Chapter One

2010-06-02T07:33:00.001-07:00

Copywright 2010 JJMC

I just knew it was going to be a bad day. Not because the phone woke me up at 5:47am. Not because the calendar read Friday the 13th. Not because I was making my way to view a dead body. But because the day was beautiful, and as I stepped out of the apartment and into the sun-lit and cloudless sky, I realized that it was only going to go downhill as the hours went on.

When I arrived on the scene, the boys in blue had already blocked off the perimeter. Badges covered the pavement shaking their heads and talking in whispers. I lit a red, took a drag, and observed the scene before me, taking in the power players on sight, and getting a feeler for what, and whom, I would be dealing with.

Sergeant Henry Fields was definitely the ring leader of the orchestrated chaos around him. A hulk of a man in his late forties, Fields served in the Marines until his early thirties, and never really left the life behind him. Although having a family and a little girl, Law and Order were the epicenter of Fields’ life. And when he wasn’t working a case, he was at the gym pumping iron. I sometimes think that his life may actually be more lonely than mine.

Detective Rod Jackson was dealing with a group of reporters at the other edge of the scene. Barely thirty, Jackson had a Harvard Degree in History that he gave up to join the force after tragedy took away his mother. He was a walking encyclopedia, and perfect orator. His handsome boy-next-door looks and friendly smile didn’t hurt his popularity either. From the looks of things, the reporters were eating out of his hands.

I took another drag off the cigarette as a large Styrofoam cup was practically thrusted into my hands.

“I picked you up some tea.”

I glanced towards the speaker, Jim Wilcox, who suddenly stood next to me with an air of anticipation and excitement. Jim’s worst fault is that he is a definite morning person, way too chipper for his own good. Sauntering up behind his was Andrea Styler, pulling her long, scarlet hair back into a ponytail. She didn’t look happy as she took a sip of her coffee.

“Thanks,” I said, gripping the cup. “So, what’s the drill here?”

“They found a body. A good one, too.” Yup, he was way too chippy.

I turned to Andrea. “Am I the only one to find his enthusiasm disturbing?” She let out a laugh.

“Michael, it has been pretty dry the past several weeks. Especially in our department. The good times had to come at an end sooner or later.”

‘Our Department’ was known to the badges and the rest of the city as the ‘S Squad.’ What they didn’t know, and what we didn’t tell them that the S meant Supernatural. Not only were the three of us equipped and experienced in the spooky, but we were all, in our own ways, intimately involved in that faction of society that normal people would rather chalk up to myth and tall tales. Jim was a shifter of the serpent variety, and when he wasn’t on a case, or slithering through Central park, he also was a singer in a downtown indy rock band. Andrea was a professor at Columbia, as well as a Siren. Myself? Well, I had the painful honor of being half angelic, and although the city is my home, I travel all over the world as a Special Investigator. Of course, none of the badges knew any of that, with the exception of Fields, who formed our squad almost seven years ago. All that the rest of the badges, and the world knows, is that we get the job done. And that’s all they really need to know.

“Something’s not right here,” I said, lighting up a second red.

“What do you mean?” Jim said. “It looks like a normal homicide scene.”

“That’s just it. When have we ever been brought to just a normal homicide scene?”

“I don’t smell any blood.” Andrea added.

“Neither do I. Maybe it isn’t human.”

I glared at Jim with alarm. “Do you really think Fields would allow the scene to be this open if it was a supe?”

“Stranger things have happened.”

Before we could continue, Fields spotted us from the crowd of badges and marched towards us, the officers making a path for him like he was Moses.

“Wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you Hutchinson,” his deep voice spoke as he took a stand still in front of us, nodding his heads towards the others. “Wilcox. Styler”

“Morning Searge!” Jim smiled.

Fields ignored him, and focused his attention on me. “Hutchinson, we have a major situation here.”

“What’s the need to know?”

“Why don’t the three of you come follow me? Georgie’s been looking at the body, but hasn’t touched anything yet.”

The three of us exchanged eyes as we followed the Hulk through the crowd.

The body was that of a 27 year old Caucasian male. He was positioned in a seated position on a bench overlooking the river on the edge of Christopher Street Pier. His skin was translucent, and to top it off, there were a series of dual puncture wounds on the neck, above the left nipple, and also on his inner right thigh. Someone had drained him of his blood. And I knew the body. Definitely not good.

Georgia Furguson was on her knees, looking at the body from beneath the bench boards.

She didn’t bother to greet us as she took a picture of his underside, the flash breaking out from the top of the bench. “There’s another set of puncture wounds directly below the anal cavity, and it looks like he had anal intercourse a few hours ago.” Flash. “Although, the puncture wounds don’t show any sign of struggle, I think they weren’t made post mortem.” She backed out from beneath the bench and stood, managing a smile, which disappeared as she looked in my direction. “What’s the matter, Michael?”

Suddenly all eyes were on me. “I knew him.” Fields stiffened.

“Knew him how?”

“He worked at Midian.”

“The Leather bar?” Jim was entranced. The rest of us ignored him.

“The state of the anus wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. From what I know of him, he was definitely a player.”

“Did the vic have a name?” That was Fields, always business.

“Tommy. Tommy Kerestes.”

Fields wrote the name down on a pad. Andrea placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Michael.”

“No, no, that’s not why I’m concerned. I still don’t understand why we are here. From me it looks like a sick fuck got off on making a ken doll. The blood draining, the posing-it’s pretty out there. Even so, I think this is more for the behavioral team than us.”

Fields cleared his throat. “May I have a word with them for a minute, Ms. Furguson?” For some reason he only called her Ms. Furguson to her face.

“Sure”, she replied. “I’ll go check up on Rod and the media hounds.” She removed her gloves and walked away, leaving the four of us alone.

“So what gives Field?”

He eyed us thoroughly. “What gives is that this is actually the third body we’ve found in the last 10 days. We’ve kept the first two a secret, but the media got here before we could contain the situation.” This was getting better every second.

“Did you say ‘three’ bodies? Just like this?” If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn Jim’s jeans were tenting.

“Yes. Three bodies. All of them drained. All posed, although in different positions. All men. All found between here and 28th Street.”

Andrea finally spoke. “What about the number of puncture wounds?”

“Multiples on each body. And we don’t believe them to be puncture wounds. We believe them to be bite marks.”

So that is why we were called in, and why they tried to hide the bodies from the media. I sensed immediately an uneasy glance between Jim and Andrea. I would have to ask them about it later. For the moment, someone had to cut the silence. “With all due respect, I have seen a lot in my life, Sergeant. Are you sure that they are bites?”

“Yes. They are bites, though according to Georgie, they aren’t human.”

“There’s something that you’re not telling us, isn’t there?”

“Georgie has her reports ready at the lab. Go. Take a look at them, and also check the other bodies. If you knew this one, Hutchinson, then you may be connected to the others as well.”

“With all due respect, Fields, just because I knew the vic doesn’t mean I’m connected to them. Or this.” I did not like where this conversation was going.

Fields tensed. I had two options. Given the situation, I chose the easier one.

“And what is Jackson telling the media?”

“The usual: overdose. You three are on the case, starting now. And I want this solved before we find another body. I don’t care how you do it. But do it, and do it fast.” He didn’t wait for a response, but turned and marched away, yelling to his troops “Help Geogie move the body when she’s finished. And clear these people out of here!”

I looked towards Jim, who was speechless, for once, and then towards Andrea, who looked just as unsettled.

“Do either of you have a notion of what could have done this?”

It was Andrea who replied. “I don’t know. But it’s definitely not good.”

I turned to Jim. “Still excited?”

He grinned. “You have no idea!”

We decided to walk up to the lab in midtown. After all, it was a beautiful day, and as it was, we would still get there before Georgie finished with the body to her liking and brought it back.

As we walked I thought about the scene we left, and about Tommy Kerestes. Although I had only met his a few times, when I had been dating the then bartender, and now manager of Midian, from what I remembered Tommy was definitely a pistol. He was vibrant, and carefree. Perhaps maybe a little carefree for his own good? To see his body posed like that, out in the open-something had to know what was going on.

Jim was busy flirting with Andrea a few paces behind, and I took the opportunity to begin my own investigation. Placing a hand held mobile device (I hate them, by the way) into my ear, I closed my eyes and lowered my shields, opening myself up to the phantoms around me.

I had always been able to see and communicate with the phantoms, and the mobile device was a way for me to speak with them in public, without people getting the notion that I may be a schizo. You see, three days following death, the phantom part of the body emerges, continuing ‘life’ on another plane of existence. Being half angelic, I can see them. Sometimes they are useful, but most often they just want to gossip, complain, and prove that life after death is just as mundane as breathing.

With the metaphysical shields lowered, the world looked the same. Only much more crowded. Oh, and phantoms? Forget the nice suits and dresses look. They were always naked, their phantoms taking the form of their bodies at the time of death. Believe me, not always pretty.

Immediately at my side was Martha Hemmingford, phantom, and stalker, I mean admirer. Before she died Martha was a debutante on the Upper East Side. Plump and pompous, she prided herself on her gossip, and her several marriages to unattainable men. You see, poor Martha had the Liza with a Z syndrome in the turn of the century, finding husbands who would rather share a quickie with the bellboy than a bed with a vagina.

“It took you long enough, Mikey!” I hate that she called me that. “And those cigarettes are going to kill you one day.”

I let out a chuckle. “I seriously doubt that, but thanks, Martha.”

She cut right to the chase. “So, you want to know about the murders?”

“Any information you can share will be greatly appreciated.”

“Well I don’t know anything much about them, sweetie. No one’s talking. I mean, if I knew something I would definitely tell you, but I just don’t. No one’s whispering even a word about it. It’s as if the bodies just appeared. I know, spooky, right?”

This was getting me nowhere. “I’m sorry, Martha, but I don’t really have time for idle chat at the moment.” I went to remove the mobile device when she stopped me.

“Wait. Wait. I do have something for you.”

We were at the corner of 10th and 32nd. “What is it?” Suddenly, Andrea and Jim became interested.

Martha continued. “There’s a presence. The past week or so. Very dense. Phantoms are freaked. And we don’t really have anything to worry about. I mean, we’re dead after all. But still, I’ve never felt anything like this. And I’ve been dead for over one hundred years.”

“So, this presence- where is it?”

“It’s over the entire island.”

“And what do you think it may be?”

“That’s the chilling thing, Mikey. I haven’t the foggiest idea. But whatever it is, it’s not a good thing.”

“Thanks Martha. We’ll speak soon.” I closed the shields and pocketed the wireless mobile device.

“What about a presence?” Jim didn’t even give me breathing room.

“She said there was a presence over the city. Definitely bad, but she didn’t know what it was.” I lit a fresh red. “Have you guys felt anything?”

“No,” Andrea replied. “though I am not sure we would. The Phantoms are on a separate level than us though. So we may not be able to detect something like that.”

“Did she say anything else?”

“Nothing of substance.” That was Martha.

“So we still have nothing to go on?”

“Nope.”

Jim put an arm around Andrea, pulling her close. “Don’t you just love our job?” She pushed him away, her eyes glowing red. Jim just laughed.

We killed some more time by grabbing more caffeine before hitting the lab. When we got there Georgie was busy with the body. She greeted us in her scrubs, and an unfriendly smile.

“What is it?”

“It’s just what I thought it was, Michael. You see this?” She pointed to the body of Tommy Kerestes. “The body’s hollow. Here, take a look at this.” She handed me a set of X-ray scans of the body.

The scans showed a the skin and bone, and nothing else on the interior.

“What happened to the organs?”
“He’s been eviscerated.” She answered. “My guess is that whoever did this to him found a way to liquefy the organs and suck them out via the bite wounds.”

Jim grabbed the scan from my hand. “He turned them into human mannequins?”

“That’s a good guess, Jim. Each of the body was posed, naked. The first body was found positioned at a bus stop on 24th and 8th. The second was found standing outside the meth clinic on 16th. They do resemble mannequins.”

“Do you have ids on the other vics?”

“Sure. The first one found was Bradford Montgomery. The second was Paul Giffin. And Michael-“

“Yes?”

“All three of them were gay.”

I immediately lowered my shields. The bodies were not yet consecrated with burial, and that meant that their phantoms would be bound to the immediate vicinity of the bodies. I scanned the area of the morgue, hoping to see them standing by. All I saw was empty space. Whatever had killed them had also taken their souls.

Revisiting Jacob. I really don't know why you trust me

2010-04-30T10:12:00.000-07:00

Re-visiting Jacob: A Retrospective on the eve of entering a new pre-production phase.

This week I received a green light to mount a one-night event performance of ‘Jacob’, the first theatrical piece I had ever written. Granted the production will most definitely face its obstacles, (we’ll get to that later), but it’s interesting to be revisiting this theatrical work, some fourteen years later than its inception.

I thought it might be interesting and slightly amusing to do a retrospective on the life and history of the play and its incarnations throughout the years (having directed 2 of the 9 total productions of the piece, and returning to do a third this year in, of all places, the area in which the play had its first incarnation, as a short story, back in 1997.

The story was written for an entry into a national short story competition, which was fueled by local competitions. The story was composed as a response to a startling real-life event, the double suicide of two young boys at my then high school. These two boys (they were Freshmen) met in the shallow woods in the area, and sat Indian-style about 10 feet apart, with clock watches on their thighs. On the ground near them was a desecrated statue of the virgin Mary (the entire valley of my upbringing to this day very uber religious). Needless to say, the two boys shot each other, or themselves. The suicides caused quite a stir in the area, and at the school. I remember sitting in an auditorium filled with other teen-agers, as the adults blamed music, and wearing black, and devil worship. As I sat there I realized that they were just as confused as the rest of us, and, as adults do, were scrambling for excuses and an ultimate explanation.

The incident was something I wanted to explore and so I wrote it down, in my own way of working through things. My initial notion centered not on the double suicide, but on the notion of religion, signified by the inclusion of the desecrated stature of the actual events. The story was simply titled ‘Jacob’, and borrowed, I admit it, from the famous Amityville Horror notion of “The Devil Made Me Do It.” I decided to create a story where the action centered on a very real demon persuading a young man to kill himself. It was a dialogue of intelligence, religion, and Dostoeyovsky. It brought up issues such as body image, teen angst, media pressure, etc. and yes, it ended badly. The big twist, I thought, was that the demon was actually a representation of Jacob’s version of his ideal. It was a very deep and serious story, so I was not surprised when the contest judge pulled me aside and told me “This is extremely well written. Thought-provoking, frightening, and way too adult in nature. I just simply can’t include it in the contest”. I was expecting that, lol, and wasn’t upset, because he then informed me that another story I had submitted received first place. And yet another one, had placed 4th. I was a busy writer even then.

That autumn, in my first year at Fordham University, I heard of a One-Act play contest, and wanted desperately to enter. The 4 winning entries would be directed and produced on stage. When thinking of what to write (I had never tried to write in the one-act medium previously), for some reason I thought of ‘Jacob.’ I quickly wrote the play in a new medium, adding a new character dubbed “mother”, and also adding sexuality into the mix, which was only slightly hinted at in the initial story. To my shock and surprise, the script made it into the festival, along with three other extremely talented writers entries. A director was picked, and the show went into casting. Along, with my first foray into theatrical collaboration, with less than desirable results. The director chosen was a competent one, whose only problem was that he insisted on adding a chorus to the mix, and direct the play in some bizarre nazi-age fashion. I was aghast, but obliged (I was a Freshman and new to this, so what could I really do?) The one thing that the director did do correctly was the casting of Jacob and the Demon. The two men who took up these roles were very close friends, and literally made the characters more than I had ever hoped. To this day, they were the perfect cast for the piece. Daring, and uninhibited to the extreme.

Halfway through the rushed rehearsal process, I reached a breaking point. Seeing the play go in a direction I knew in my gut it shouldn’t, seeing physically the actors frustrations, and hearing their complaints, I stepped in, fired the director, and took the reigns myself, trying to salvage what had become at the time, my unholy child. The resulting performance, although complete with a strange chorus (at the time), was one that I was happy with, especially when I heard the audience reactions.

Joan MacIntosh, esteemed actress and director for the New York Stage, gave me possibly the best review ever: “The play shocked, frightened, saddened, and moved me. It really made me think.” With every positive there were also negatives, although another positive response was that both my mother and sister walked out of the 40 minute play, unable to sit through it. My father, bless his heart, held on. (side note: My mother would walk out of another production of mine that was produced the following year: The New York City premiere of Clive Barker’s History of the Devil.)

To this day, I can not thank that cast and crew enough, and would work with them again in a heartbeat. (The demon still lives in Brooklyn, while Jacob is out in San Francisco.)

Four years later, in September 2001 I directed another, toned down version of the play, at the Variety Café Theatre on Rockefeller Square. This production, very much a transitional theatre production, had just three characters. I realized that I couldn’t reproduce the same effect of the original cast, and so I went in the opposite direction with the characters of Jacob and the Demon, now re-named Daemon.

In the Fordham production, both Jacob and the demon were played by very masculine, weight-lifting hunks of men. In the Variety production, they were lanky, lean, compact, and, as a result, less affecting, in my opinion. The fact that the production came on the eve of the attacks on the Twin Towers, well, kind of put a dent in it moving forward with its run. We all thought it best to close the show early.

In the years since, I had taken a pen back to the script, fleshing it out more, and yes, to my admission, adding a chorus, representing Trust, Admiration, Obsession and Despair, and being visible representations of the words, and the turmoil of Jacob himself. Out of everything I have since written and directed, Jacob is, on the whole, the most abstract and conceptualized piece, and I look forward to bringing it back to New York City later this year, probably in the fall, after, of course, this one night charity engagement here in DaValley.

Going into the production, first and foremost, several creative challenges await. (Of Course they do!). The first challenge is the space itself. It is being mounted in the dance floor section of a small gay bar. The stage is very very small, and not the typical stage fashion. How to rectify this? When it is for charity, and once the actors are in there, will be limited audience space? The performance is going to be videotaped live, and shown on the television screens next door in the bar area. So even if they can’t see the action up close and personal, the attendees will still get to experience it through a visual medium.
Of course, setting this up is going to be interesting lol. But first, I have to find a cast. Find the actors and actresses needed to bring this to life, in an area where most of theatre is on the community level, specializing in performances of old-time musicals and comedies. Jacob is neither of these things.

It is a bold, envelope pushing show, and requires a total of 7 uninhibited cast members. (after all, besides the amount of skin shown on stage from Daemon and Jacob, the chorus is mostly costumed in latex body paint, and the ‘mother’ make-up is truly horrifying. Casting is going to be, in a word, a bitch.

A huge factor is the subject matter itself. It’s a very very dark piece. It knows no bounds in its exploration of sex, religion, and depravity. It’s a hard journey for an actor to take, and in an area where there isn’t a backstage casting directory, I have no idea where to begin.

But, alas, its an opportunity to be creative and to do something for charity, so I’m not going to pass it up, and will post all my progress on it here. So stay tuned.

Another Story- A Musical Libretto Blast from the Past Part Two

2010-02-09T17:09:00.000-08:00

Another Story tells the tale of a Modern-Day Genocide happening in The good Old USA. It takes place in a fictitious every town, and its cast of characters, on the outset, are the everyday folk we cross paths with everyday. The libretto follows through the first act, the separate stories of those in the town, as they prepare for the arrival of the Soldiers Towards a Righteous Country, a militant operation that has managed to take hold of the government and has been grown and expanding, cleansing the country of 'unwanted'. The token stories of the first act include the boy who loves the girl, who's in love with one of the soldiers who joined the group in the hopes of saving his love; the middle-aged couple who have nothing to lose, who live for their young son, esp. since the wife is dying of cancer. The wise woman who lives in the shanty house at the towns edge... And the story of the inner workings of the Soldiers Towards a Righteous Country, who actually believe that they are doing what is best for the country.

These separate stories collide at the end of the First Act, when the Soldiers Towards a Righteous Country take control of the town.

The second Act opens with "the Cleansing", when we see who is set to live and who is set to die. It is also at this moment when the family is torn apart, and the young boy, refusing to let his family go without him, is shot military style by the Soldiers for a Righteous County.

The story only goes downhill from there, with the final scene set in the makeshift 'Cleansing Units', and its not pretty stuff.

Part The Lottery, part holocaust metaphor, Another Story was something that was interesting, to say the least. Looking back on it, I find that what I was trying to get at was something about unwarranted fear and discrimination of the 'other' within todays post-modern society.

In a way, through our everyday actions, we judge and discriminate at the snicker of a joke, or an awkward glance.

These emotions are very human, and its a touchy subject.

As the main title song lyrics state...

Just another face
In another Crowd
With another Past
And Another Story.

Another Story- A Musical Libretto Blast from the Past Part One

2010-02-09T16:20:00.001-08:00

I realize that this is the first in a long time for a post on this blog, but today I feel it's fitting. I realize too, that no one reads this blog, so it's an appropriate space for me to put down my thoughts about things, esp. concerning artist endeavors and dreams.

The past few days have been trying emotionally, to say the least. The Beast February has taken its toll, and flooded my mind with memories past. As Adam Duritz wrote "the Price of a Memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings.".

As I write this about a month from now will be the first ever Rawhide-NYC leather contest, which I am producing. It is also the anniversary of my partner Tim's death, due to a mixture of AIDS complications and Pancreatic Cancer, back on March 13th 2005. (Funny, but 13 has always been a lucky number for me.) Anyway, the month leading up to his passing was hellish. Hospital visits, watching the man I had given my life to slip away, etc...it is something you never really get over. You just learn how to deal. Some say that the reason Im still single is that I haven't let go of him. lol I just think I'm picky. lol

Anyway, the contest will take place at the bar that we went to. In a way, I am doing what i am to carry on his legacy. In fact, today, i sent Email invitations out to his close friends (whom i run into from time to time). I am not sure if any of them will come, but there's always the possibility.

Onto other things, just last week someone asked me to send them a copy of Jacob, which I can't seem to stop twitching. lol. I sent it, knowing the effect that that one act play has on its readers and audiences. Surprisingly, the individual really took to the script, and it spoke to him. There may be life in the babe afterall. And with ANTGPSFL on the back burner, this may be the perfect thing to mount in June for Suicide Awareness, especially in the NYC area. (Im pondering that)

It's interesting (and im finally getting to the point and title of this post lol.) When it comes to my Art, outside of those who have seen it, or experienced it, I should say, people don't really see me as Artistic. They don't get it. I remember back in the Playwriting Class at Fordham I wrote a short play (Forget actually what it was called) centering around infidelity and homicide. (there was a fall down stairs that, when directed by, god i wish i remembered, was done so stylistically it was beautiful). When I wrote the antagonist of the piece, my professor told me that his main attribute was that he had a 'huge cock'. It was interesting, and a little frustrating at the time, but I think that's what a lot of folk see when they look at what I write. They see the facade of things. Amongst The Living was a perfect example of that. The networks saw a gay leather man protagonist. Uh oh. Of course, they disguised their opinions under the quote "too dark and sophisticated."
When I had the reading in NYC in November (a complete failure, i admit), one of the problems was the fact that Michael Hutchinson was cast with an actor who refused to look past the gay leatherman facade of the character. It lost its heart. And that, to any piece of Art, is deadly...but, ATL will live on. I am not through with it, by a long shot.

When i was clearing out just Email today I came upon one of my very very early attempts at Script writing, a libretto titled Another Story. Yes, a libretto. Looking at it immediately took me back to when, if you can imagine, i was even more innocent than i am now. lol. The Emails were between myself and a composer, during my freshman year at College, over ten years ago. I had saved them and forgot about them. Then today, they appeared. Looking back at the pieces in the email I realize that I was pretty ambitious with my Art then, as I am now. I also realize the there was no way anyone would want to see Another Story lol. But, for shits and giggles, let's revisit it. In the next post lol

Mr. Rawhide 2010!!!

2009-12-08T14:12:00.000-08:00

It is official! With LEATHERfirst-NYC, and Rawhide, this upcoming March will bring a new Leather Contest to New York City! On March 12-13 the first ever Mr. Rawhide will be held at, of course, Rawhide, the oldest leather/levi bar in NYC (With 31 yrs!). I am honored to be a part of this momentous event! I have some amazing judges lined up, and by the end of the month, the contestant promo posters/postcards will be up at the bar and around the city!

Here's what it will look like.

Stay tuned for updates! Happy Tuesday!

Peace

Let The Right One In...yeah right!

2009-12-06T11:28:00.000-08:00

This is a short review. I recently got to see for the first time Let The Right One In (thanks jamie). Let's just say that the rubicks cube serves as the connection between a 12 years old or so vampire and her psychiopath in the making next door neighbor.

Very European in pacing and in tone. Very thought provoking. Very very well done.

To say more is to ruin it for you.

More later.

I have to go let someone in lol

AMONGST THE LIVING SERIES PILOT AND SEASON ONE OVERVIEW

2009-12-05T13:11:00.001-08:00

The creation of the pilot of a possible television series is interesting. You have to do much set up, and make sure you have the goods to back up to 12 other episodes of the season.

Amongst The Living is going to stir things up right off the bat. The main plot focus of the first season is going to involve a Cult. At the time of the pilot, the cult is already in operation in the City, and is in the public eye, under the guise of an organization specializing in attracting a specific populous throughout the city. The Head of Operations is enigmatic, charming, and practically irrestible. Too too good to be on the up and up. Things get interesting when it is revealed what he offers his 'pupils' in return for their devotion. It is something that many many people wish for on an hourly basis. That's the stronghold he has over them. At the end of the pilot episode we will see what happens when one of his followers attempts to leave the ranks. This is where Michael comes into play, as one of the investigators brought in on the case.

That is not to say that Michael appears only in the end of the episode. We follow him throughout, as he along with his team of ivestigators deals with a voracious vixen that has taken hostages at a downtown shipping warehouse. We are also introduced to a new character, Seth, who is brought in to join the team (From the ranks above).

As for the overall mythology of the series, we get a bit of it, and Michael's background as he shares a car ride with Seth down to the warehouse. It seems that Seth is very much aware of who Michael is, knowing more than he should. It is also evident that Michael has more than a quizical curiosity when it comes to Seth as well.

As far as Midian and the Leather community is concerned, although we will visit there in the second episode, and bring back Kyle, now a titleholder in the community, and original film draft characters of Rodney and Jeremy, it isn't until the third episode when Midian becomes a center of the action.

To answer some questions (for those who have read the screenplay)

1. Michael and Kyle are most definitely not together. Kyle is someone that, when he was an 'actor/model', was special. In the spotlight. Since that time, he has strived to return to that spotlight. Befriending and seducing Michael was one of his endeavors. It didn't work out that way, of course. Michael could care less about celebrity and the spotlight, and when he discovered the truth about Kyle, he had no problem making a public display that Kyle had no control over him. (The incident is seen in flashback in the second episode.)

2. The mythology of the returning gods. Most definitly is it there, thoughout the season. By episode 6, a huge revelation will be revealed about some of the characters.

3. In the screenplay, a vatican priest was murdered. Will there be any reprecussions? The notion of religion, which was very strong in the screenplay, is being explored in the cult plot line of season one. I can say that the season ends (literally) at the Vatican, with a horrifying revelation.

4. Is a familiarity to the events in Oakwood, and that story, essential to understand Amongst The Living the series? That is a definite no. The screenplay is serving as backstory, speciffically for MIchael. There will be references and discussions about the events in Oakwood and Michaels past, but they will only be to serve the current plots and storylines of the series.

5. Will there be lesbians or simply gay men? Of couse there will be some lesbian action, as there is in the pilot episode. Also, Andrea, it is revealed, is a lesbian.

Political Hive of Leather, excerpt from A Boy's Journey

2009-12-02T12:07:00.001-08:00

The following post is an excerpt from "A Boy's Journey", a book I am currently in the process of writing, which i hope to have published in 2011.

The Leather Hive of Politics

DEFINITION.

pol•i•tics (From Merriam-Webster Dictionary)
Pronunciation: \pä-lə-tiks\
Function: noun plural but singular or plural in construction
Etymology: Greek politika, from neuter plural of politikos political
Date: circa 1529
1 a : the art or science of government b : the art or science concerned with guiding or influencing governmental policy c : the art or science concerned with winning and holding control over a government
2 : political actions, practices, or policies
3 a : political affairs or business; especially : competition between competing interest groups or individuals for power and leadership (as in a government) b : political life especially as a principal activity or profession c : political activities characterized by artful and often dishonest practices
4 : the political opinions or sympathies of a person
5 a : the total complex of relations between people living in society b : relations or conduct in a particular area of experience especially as seen or dealt with from a political point of view

Politics. We love it. We hate. No matter how hard we try, we can’t get around it.
It is true that politics play an integral part in the function of governments. When you register to vote, you have to immediately make choices which put you in the political pool, so to speak: Democrat, Republican, Independent, Green Party, etc. From international, to national, trickling down to local government, politics is at the center of the core. The same If you practice an organized religion, from Roman Catholicism, to Muslim, Judaism, to Jehovah’s Witness- again, you are entering into a political pool. The practices and mindset may be different, but structurally speaking, they are built essentially the same. Politics is a part of our daily lives and culture, whether we like it or not.

The Leather community, especially, the gay leather community, is of no exception. You are entering a ring of politics. Mention the words “leather politics” in a Leather social setting, and you will undoubtedly spark, often controversial, conversation. In fact, in recent years, people have used the term “leather politics” to justify their retreat from the public sphere of the community, with the exception of the events which have become the equivalent of Christmas and Easter to lax Catholics. These, often large public events catering to Gay Leather , serve as the only ‘community’ events that some individuals will attend religiously, and although politics abound in the running of the events themselves, they attract a large enough crowd that one can go about their own business relatively easily. You can easily track the course of these events through the calendar, beginning on the East Coast with MAL (Mid-Atlantic Leather) in January, through CLAW (Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend) in April, International Mr. Leather in Chicago in May, Folsom East in New York City in June, and culminating with Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco in September, and so forth.

At these functions, a positive smiling image of the gay Leather community is prominently displayed. In fact, as viewed by an outsider, not only is gay Leather most definitely out and proud, but it is thriving.

If one takes a closer look at the gay Leather community, however, one would find, with the exception of the above and other large charity events, that nationally the community seems to be going back underground, which is most disheartening when concerns about the education and mentorship of the so called "next generation" (ages 35 and under) are poignant to the community’s survival.

You can go to any a number of blog sites throughout the internet, or pick up a number of books or magazines, and find numerous possibilities explaining the course the community has taken over the past several years.

Some of these possibilities are listed below:

- The Internet making connections as easy as a click and a webcam, eliminating the need for bar socializing and cruising.
- The death of practically an entire generation of (would-be present day mentors, etc) due to AIDS.
- The homogenization of gay men within society (even though we are still classified as second class citizens), eliminating, for many, the 'life on the fringe factor'.
- The infusion and inclusion of the pansexual BDSM and kink communities.
These, and other possibilities abound. As does the notion of politics.

The formalized gay leather community is structured like a beehive. Those at the top of the hive are the 'untouchables', the Leather A-Listers, so to speak. And beneath them, power, control and influence branch out, with each individual in their specific cone of the leather hive. Shamelessly referencing Darwin’s Theory of Evolution, it is when one decides they are not happy with their place in the hive, that politics come into play. The game is played the same, be it Government, Religion, Corporate America, Survivor or Leather. Alliances are formed. Strategies and power plays exchanged, and the ball is set into motion. When Leather politics is in play, notions of "brotherhood”, "loyalty", "integrity", and "Honor" and so forth are, often times, thrown out the window.

Those in the lower portions of the hive sometimes watch silently or join forces, thereby protecting themselves and their leather future. Other times, those who speak out in opposition, if they don’t have a strong enough political backing, well, they find themselves not so popular. It's the choice that they make. The same as when one steps into the voting booth on Election Day. Sometimes, it is easier to just vote the party line, if it keeps everyone happy.

Let’s face it. The second you decide you want to be Leather, you are entering politics. And in recent years, the leather political hive has boiled over time and time again. Some leathermen are reacting by pulling away from the public community, not even attending the events listed above.

Throughout my years within the community itself, I have, on more occasions than i can count, run across individuals who have left the visible, public community, and one thing that they always mention, is their frustration with the politics. I can honestly say that I do not blame them one bit. I, too, have been a pray to politics. I’ve had to make choices, and form alliances, etc. It’s all part of the Leather game.

For many years, I wanted, strived to be in a different leather cone in the hive, that yes, I did play politics, especially during my title year. I too, since then, have had enough of it. And I do think that politics is something that is a major issue in the strength and longevity of the leather hive.
With the exception of the events listed at the opening of this post, and others like them, there are gaping cracks in the leather community. Bars (once our founding watering holes) are closing, clubs are folding, and the space between the rebellious next generation and the rest of the community, is growing towards San Andreas Fault proportions.

Can a community exist without politics? Is interior politics a viable reason to consider when dealing with the gay leather community's current state of affairs? Can one dismiss politics in an already established hierarch military-based structure, such as gay Leather?

Using the hive as a visual example, the gay leather community is structured of individual neighborhoods comprising of friends and lovers. In essence, a collection of individual honey cones unified by similar belief systems and sexual practices. While it's not important if each and every cone gets along with the others, there is enough of a thread connecting them which forms the Leather hive at large.

The most basic unit of the hive is the cone created by consenting partners within a private, intimate relationship. When the individuals enter this relationship, they are immediately entering into a world of politics based on power exchange and, often times, military protocol. The D/s structure itself is a perfect example of politics. One is the Dominant, the other submissive. They live their lives through protocol, practices and customs. Politics.

These relationship cones often time connect with other cones, and henceforth, the hive structure is created. If one chooses to leave the greater public international Leather hive due to politics, but still consider themselves Leather, then they are, in effect, still part of the political hive itself.
In this matter, the notion of Leather is a notion of politics itself. Going back to the 1940s and the veterans who formed the initial bike clubs, these clubs were formed as a reaction of local, state and national politics. Politics is the honey that holds the cones of the gay leather community together.

Is it possible to exist in a world where politics aren’t capable of being corrupted? Unless individual ego is taken out of the picture, then I, personally find it unlikely. So what do we do? Do we step into the leather political ring, or do we sit back and do nothing. Either way, we are taking a political movement.
So, politics are here to stay, as long as Leather is here to stay. Within our individual cones, we all must make our individual choices which will either result in a more positive, or negative Leather hive. The choice is up to us. The future is up to us. We can not leave it in another’s hands. In my opinion, too much has been lost, or distorted already. Friends and enemies will be made, but the movement cannot go back to where it came from. To do that, will surely equal death.

Amongst The Living: The Series

2009-11-26T07:24:00.000-08:00

Following the NYC reading of the script of Amongst The Living, which, I will firmly admit, did not go the way I had hoped it would (perhaps the actors jumping and skipping through any and all homosexual sensual content and subtext has to do with it), I at first wanted to push it aside. Perhaps, for good. I have moved on to other projects, namely Carnal Ties and America's Next Top Gay Porn Superstar Finale Live!, but I couldn't just put Amongst The Living out to pasture, which is what I ultimately wanted to do.

Last night I went to sleep fleshing out the first act of Carnal Ties, which I am getting to enjoy more and more (its a script that I have been commissioned to write, and so I don't have much in the creative angle), but I woke up with one thing on my mind: Amongst The Living.

It's interesting, but I find that, the more I ponder it, the film script serves its purposes, most notably as an origin story, the first part of a greater saga and chapter.

This time last year, I was in talks with SyFy networks about the serialization of the script. The suits, i mean, the powers that be, came back stating that the script and story is too "dark and sophisticated". I thought about that this morning, as I was pondering the recent reading.

I think that, perhaps, I was neglecting the one sure built-in marketing group: the homosexuals, and ignoring the gay friendly networks, such as LOGO and HERE!. This got my mind churning, and myself chain smoking. The result: Amongst The Living: The Series.

The series will take place, for the most part, in New York City, where Michael Hutchinson lives. The main characters, along with Michael, will be Jim Evans and Andrea Styler. Joining them, from the script itself, will be Brian, the one-armed man, now promoted to be Michael's official Guardian. The character of Kyle Anders will make appearances throughout the first season (12 episodes in length).

The story will pick up roughly 18 months following the events of the film, which is the dawn of Springtime in the City. In the time since, Michael has returned to New York, had a brief 7 month relationship with Kyle, which ended badly, and has continued working with the NYPD on paranormal cases thoughout the city.

The mythology set in place throughout the film will continue as a thread woven through the first season of the series. As Fr. Dow stated in the film "Don't worry. Events have only just begun".

Although there will be single episodic storylines, there will be a complete season arc, which is titled "Cured", and will most-definitely involve the homosexual populous of the City.

New supporting characters will be introduced to the story within the pilot episode, titled "Renewal", and others will also be included throughout the season itself.

This series will cater directly to the LGBT audience, bringing them a new, original story and characters that they deserve on television.

For your enjoyment, below, please see some of the images used for the reading, which were an in inspiration for the teaser of Amongst The Living: The Series.

Happy Gobble gobble.

Adam Lambert...controversial? or copy cat?

2009-11-24T09:57:00.000-08:00

On Sunday night's American Music Awards broadcast, American idol finalist Adam Lambert, fresh off of bursting thorough the closet as if Michael Myers were attacking him (Now, that would be fun to watch), did a performance that sparked so much controversy you think he would have ripped up an image of the pope. (oops, that already happened, sorry, Sinead.) Anywho, what, exactly did he do? well, he sang a song. Something about Entertaining himself or someone else, I'm not really sure...Anyway, here are some images of that mighty fine piece of performance art. (I tried to find a pic of him tripping, but have been unable so far as to find it.)

As you can see, he's kissing a guy, big whoop, all leather and edgy lol...not to boo hoo on his parade, but it's been done before, and in my not so humble opinion, its been done a lot sexier, edgier, etc...

Take for instance his puppy show that opened the act. I saw that and immediately I went KABOOM!!!!! The costumes, the shoulder pads, the human dogs, where have I seen that before? (Besides Rawhide lol)

The answer is this: Mr. George Michael's video for his song FREEEK, off of his excellent PATIENCE album. You can see the video here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrOe1Eq1N6U

It's hot, cutting edge, and the song is simply scrumptious! Here are some photos. Enjoy!

Now, Mr. Lambert has made statements defending his performance (which i don't think he should have done in the first place. Art is art, in my book. Then again, look at the shit I do? lol) ABC is so pissed off. Conservatives are all pissed off. The Gay/Repulican cum straight battle is once again heated. lol Mr. Lambert made note of past performances of Madonna (OMG remember her LIke a Virgin and the MTV VMA's? Prieceless), Spears and Christina. Yet he failed to mention an artist who seems to have influenced his artistic journey more than the three of the ladies combined: Mr. Michael.

Now, Mr. Michael has, lets face it, a colorful past, but he's a brilliant Artist, and he's on my top ten list, so I may be partial when i say this, but, he just rocks my world. George...call me...please!

And good luck to Adam Lambert. I do think there is potential there, but the next Freddy or George, he may never be.

Here's one last pic of George Michael to wet your appetites. And check out that video!!!

Wake up, People!

2009-11-24T09:32:00.001-08:00

As the world by now knows, People Magazine has come out with their annual list of Male Sex Symbols...and I have to bone to pick with them lol

The first, and most obvious bone is Johnny Depp???? Come on, PEOPLE, wake up! Johnny Depp? Someone must be slipping the editors some heavy mulah for that one...but more importantly, there is a grave mistake that was made inside the magazine itself.

In one of the sections, titled SEXY AT EVERY AGE, they list the sexy men according to their ages, from 20 up to 59.

As I was scanning the faces, I saw that someone who should have been there, deserved to have been there, wasn't. And in his place, at age 56, was this guy: Peter friggin Horton.

No offense to Mr. Horton, whom im sure is a swell guy, but once again, Come on PEOPLE, wake up!!!!! The man who should hold that spot is none other than Mr. Pierce Brosnan. Forget about the costumes and performance in Mamma Mia!, this man is still smoking, and has the sexy longevity to prove it. And so, for the record, not only is Mr. Brosnan my Sexy Man of the Year, but here are just some of the pictures to prove it.

Take that, PEOPLE!!! and Pierce...call me ;-)

Carnal Ties

2009-11-23T19:33:00.000-08:00

As promised, this is my inspiration poster for Carnal Ties, aka the werewolf script.

I have the first act (roughly 35 pages) mapped out and am putting it all down tomorrow morning.

In the first act, Mark, a hard-working family man, is suffering from dreams of extreme sex, violence...and beastly transformations. Instead of relying on his wife and newborn baby girl, he discusses his dreams with his therapist. Coincidentally, Mark's dreams coincide with recent murders that have been happening in and around his hometown. Is Mark ultimately responsible for the crimes, or is his daily stress level just bringing him closer to his breaking point?

So, what do you think of the above teaser? And what are your thoughts on the poster? Let me know.

Til Tomorrow....

New Improved Teaser for ANTGPSFL

2009-11-23T18:40:00.000-08:00

Short blog tonight, as I have to get back to working on the werewolf script, which im tentatively calling Carnal Ties. I don't know about it though. I'm working on a teaser poster for the script, and trying to make it not too gay lol...but, considering who i am, and what the other project is that I am working on presently, its proving difficult to do. Also, still trying to get kinks out of the Publisher feature on here.

But, anyway, here is the new improved Teaser Poster for America's Next Top Gay Porn Superstar Finale Live!

It was a nice distraction this evening.

Let me know what you think? and I'll be uploading the teaser for Carnal Ties late this evening, since my sleeping pattern if officially screwed up as of late.

werewolves and writers block among us

2009-11-22T04:20:00.000-08:00

I think perhaps its due to still getting over being sick, (two weeks in and im feeling better, finally, though still a lil stuffy and tired.), but it just sucks when you have an assignment and you can't seem to focus on it.

I think it was because I had made my mind up to work on America's Next Top Gay Porn Superstar, a play, and I completely forgot that I had agreed to write the film script for a werewolf film. A script i will only be serving as screenwriter on, (at this point)that the production company wants to shoot next year.

It seems that they had already had a writer for the project, but were unhappy with him or her, so i was asked in to come and write the thing from scratch. Well, not exactly from scratch,

The team have in mind specific scenes and an already established story, so to speak. Which is where I think the problem lies. I had thought about toying with werewolves before, and it was nothing like what this team wants me to do, which i said I would. In fact, a first draft of the script is due at the end of the year.

When we see werewolves portrayed, they are usually the hunky, blue collar variety. (thank god they're hairy), but with this piece I want to change that up a bit. (not the hairy part, never lol). The team wants sex and gore, which is great as well.

In my research, i have read about the connection between werewolves and sexuality, and i am going to definitely be exploring that, of course. Also, with the perimeters I have been assigned, I will most definitely try to make something new, which is always a challenge in this day and age.

I keep hearing a phrase in my head from Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine's SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE. "Anything you do, let it come from you. Then it will be new. Give us more to see." This lyric may very well be my lifeline on this project.

Otherwise, the music that I've been listening to when formulating the script in notes and such *i haven't typed a single page yet, however,* have been dark pieces. "Violence", by Concrete Blonde, among the ones that are standing out at the time. Also, interestingly, Genesis' "No Son of Mine". I know, I'm weird.

At least i have a good image of the inspiration actors for some of the roles. lol What do you think? lol

1. Anthony Moore

2. Dillon Buck

3. Butch Grand

4. Ted Colunga

And yes, I still do have ANTGPSFL very much on my brain, esp. after looking at these men lol

Till tomorrow...

Peace

Teaser Poster for ANTGPSFL

2009-11-19T13:27:00.000-08:00

Here is a teaser poster for America's Next Top Gay Porn Superstar Finale Live! Let me know what you think of it!

Also, remember, Survivor and Fringe Tonight! So excited!!!

Peace

Prelim Details on ANTGPSFL

2009-11-14T05:30:00.000-08:00

As with every new Art that i do, the first things that come to fruition are the names. Being that America's Nest Top Gay Porn Superstar: Finale Live! is going to be over the top, to say the least, i thought about using some insider jokes in the naming of the characters. So, to whet your appetites, here are the cast of characters for this new crazy production:

Cast of Characters
Bob, Stage Manager
Miss Carriage, host
Judges:
Chas Hunter, Current Top Gay Porn Superstar, retiring
Lavinia Andronici, World re-known Gay Porn Producer
Jack O’Lantern, Top Gay horror themed Porn Director
Finalists:
Contestant #1 Lynx Wiliams
Contestant #2. Braden Montgomery
Contestant #3. Rider Thorson
The Fluffer: Timmy
Camera Operator: Beth

Those of you who know me will get most, if not all of the inside references. All I can say is that I'm very very excited about this project. It's like nothing I've ever done before, genre-wise. We shall see what develops. Stay Tuned

AMERICA'S NEXT TOP GAY PORN SUPERSTAR!

2009-11-11T13:02:00.000-08:00

You heard it here folks! After a rather interesting experience with the staged reading of Amongst The Living, yes, it was interesting, the creative juices are flowing more than ever! And while that project is now in financing limbo, as they say, I am ready to move on. To what? you may ask?

The answer is this:
AMERICA'S NEXT TOP GAY PORN SUPERSTAR: FINALE LIVE, a new play that will debut in NYC in June 2010. That's right, folks! Just when you thought there were no more taboos to forge into, or when you thought I had completely lost it, nope. Although the medication I'm currently on (i have some sort of bug) does make me a little not with it, ANTGPSFL will indeed be my next project! And yes, it will be a comedy of meteor proportions. Taking a stab at all the Top model, Idol, etc. reality shows, this one will be for porn! And in the guise of a live finale taping, it will surely bring the house down, or be the biggest piece of trash since Balloon boy.

I have always been fascinated with the porn industry, and I always have been fascinated with sex expressed in theatre. So, I've decided to create this lil number. lol

The show will be hosted by MissCarriage, a character that I created during the time I hosted STD Bingo at the now extinct Dugout. (STD stands for Sexual Truth or Dare, I'm not that vulgar, people!) The finale will consist of Three Finalists, Three Judges, and of course, the audience will vote live to name the winner. Thats right folks! A different winner each night! A different show each night! It'll be like the Mystery of Edwin Drood...only different.

I would love to actually get a real porn actor to be in the cast (as one of the judges), but being that right now the budget for this is ZERO, I don't think that I have a chance.

However, if I had my pick to choose from, and to supply this blog's man-meat, here is a gentlemen I'd love to direct, and hes trying to go legit with music and film. I just think he's hot lol

1. Colton Ford

I will be planning a Fundraiser for the show in January, so definitely keep an eye out for that if you are in the NYC area! And in the next few day's the first teaser poster will be complete and I'll post it here.

The world of comedic theatre has no idea what train wreck is coming to them.

TIll next time, folks! And happy Veteran's Day

Did your sheets move last night? Review of Paranormal Activity

2009-10-27T06:08:00.000-07:00

Yes, it may be that i am behind in the times. It has been several weeks now that Paranormal Activity, this years offering of Blair Witch proportions, has been scaring audiences across the states. And last night, I finally had the opportunity to see it, and can now weigh in my opinions along with the numerous other reviews out there, which have been bipolar, if anything. Is this film the scariest in recent film memory? Did it flop? Was the male Micah hairy or smooth? I will answer all...

I had the pleasure of seeing the film at Chelsea Clearview Cinemas in the heart of Chelsea, NYC. As i was at the ticket counter and showed the box office guru my special screening pass (it was one of those passes that allows the audience to be filmed for commercials so look for me, lol)a woman next to me turned to me and said "Oh you shouldn't see that. My best girlfriend saw it and went into palpetations. They need a warning on that one." I smiled, apologized for her friend, and made my way into the theatre. Now, if that was part of the marketing campaign, then production company Blumhouse, along with distributers Paramount, Dreamworks et. al, really want this film to succeed. I must admit that the woman's sincerity in her warning was effective. And, already being in a state of heightened alertness, (it is Halloween week, and i have been watching MSNBC'S Manson Family, Jonestown, and other ditties for research into my next artistic endeavor), I'll admit it. I took the bait...

The theatre darkens. Previews play...let us begin the review!

There are no opening title sequences. No closing titles either. Which is refreshing! By now we all know the story. Young Couple Kate and Micah live in their posh new house in San Diego. Kate is going to school to earn her English Degree (she wants to become a teacher) while Micah is a Daytrader. How, with those careers, they can afford the house, with pool in backyard, etc. is beyond me. But it makes a nice setting for what's to follow.

The film opens from the lens of a video camera that Micah just bought in order to help prove, and capture the paranormal activity in the house that Kate has been experiencing on film for evidence. He also has an EVP recorder, and other goodies. It looks like his daytrade job isn't going well so he may be preparing to join TAPS (The Atlantic Paranormal Society). Katie, however, is not so thrilled about being filmed, of course.

Right of the bat, screenwriter/director Orin Pelli, sets up the conflict between the two young lovers, whom, i admit, are very well cast and commit to their roles with nothing but gusto. And koodoes to Mr. Pelli for casting a hairy man for his male lead!!!! Please don't shave Micah Sloat! The revolution needs you...

So, they set up the camera and record while they sleep. And this is where the fun begins. doors, lights, powder, sheets, noises, bangs..its all there to savour, and done exceptionally well.

Kate brings in a psychic to help her and he informs her that he deals with ghosts, which is not the case. She herself, having had experiences since she was eight, is haunted by a Demon. he Can't help her.

Micah, trying to be the man of the house, and hiding behind the camera, attempts to find out the identity of the entity, using whatever means he can, and again, fanning the flames of conflict between himself and Kate.

When things begin happening in the day, that's when you know things have gone to far. I have always been a fan of fright in the daytime. For example, Reverand Kane walking down the sunny sidewalk en route to the families house and singing his spiritual in Poltergeist II: The Other Side...spine tingling! When it begins happening in the daylight in PA, I was elated!!!

Kate puts in very strong moments of 'sleepwalking' and fear, and in response, Micah pulls out all the stops as her counterpart.

I will not spoil the ending of the film, but it's pretty effective. We know by the time it comes, that things won't end happily (how could they, hello, theres a demon in the midst?), and the end gives us what we've been waiting for!

I say go see it, in the theatre. Half the fun is seeing the other audience members react. All in the dark theatre, sharing the same moments. Seeing it in Chelsea was the perfect locale as well.

All in all, it was really good. As i was having a drink at Rawhide, the bartender commented: "It must have been good if you're still thinking about it". And i smiled. I was still thinking about it. Which is refreshing.

Happy Halloween week everyone!

A Maenad, A Cowvamp, and Evangelicals, Oh my! TRUE BLOOD Season 2 Review

2009-09-18T13:30:00.001-07:00

Okay, enough time has passed, the Maryanne dust has settled, and I am going to attempt something that am not sure how I will be able to pull it off. I am attempting to do a Complete Season 2 Review of HBO's TRUE BLOOD, focusing on over-all story arcs, characters and also book to tv comparison. Fasten your seat belts and grab your TruBlood beverage *I had 0+ with the Ravenator for the Finale, and it was really good, esp. with vodka!* Okay, here we go!!!!

In order to give this review some ordered chaos (similar to Episode 11, perhaps, but more plot driven lol), let's separate the review. First, lets take a look at complete story arc. Now, this season was about wars and battles, and, similar to WWII, we had two main theaters. The Dallas Theater and the Bon Temps Theater.

So, let's discuss the Dallas Theater first.

Above, you will see the big baddies of the Dallas Theater, aka The Newlin's Fellowship of the Sun.(That's Steve and Sarah Newlin). The viewer is brought into their evangelical "God Hates Fangs" worlds by Jason and Eric. Jason has joined with the Fellowship of the Sun following Amy's Death and the events of Season 1, oh and after asking God for a sign. Eric brings Bill, Sookie and Jessica into their midst to help find his missing maker, Godric. Before hitting Dallas we hear that the Dallas vamps are monstrous and fierce creatures. When we meet them, however, they are just the same as our vamp friends in Bon Temps. The exception is Stan, whom of course they had to kill off due to the fact that his looks and sexuality diminish everyone else in the series. I mean, seriously, take a look...

Stan can do bad things to me anytime. But, alas, just as the ones i like on Survivor get voted off, those i like on True Blood get blown up. (Literally, he did).

So, Sookie infiltrates the Fellowship's church to find Godric, who actually turned himself over to the Church for self-sacrifice. All chaos ensues as the vamps attack, Sookie and Jason are reunited (Their hotel bedroom scene had a little too much incestuous undertones perhaps, it was a lil creepy), the fellowship were allowed to live, most of the vamps died, and they were headed back home to Bon Temps... and the second Theatre, aka Sookie's House of Horrors!!!

oh, before we get there. Jason was hysterical at the Fellowship boot camp, and was sans shirt anytime he could be, see below...

He even had sex with the married Sarah Newlin! Jason is back in business, that smoothie..but back to the review...Theater 2: Sookie's House of Horrors!!!

While the vamps and Sook were away in Dallas, Maryanne had her way with the entire town, practically. She moves into Sookie's house with both Eggs and an ostrich egg, and sets about finding Sam for an offering on her wedding day to the god Dionysus (Maryanne is a Maenad).

The town goes all orgy, black eyed crazy! And I LOVED IT!!! Of course, when Sookie and company return, all hell breaks loose, several people die and Maryanne is faked by Sam in bull guise, and gutted. It was priceless!!!

At the end of the season, of course, several things are set up for season three, which will be, it looks like, about identity crisis...we will get to that in the character reviews. The main plot, so far, involves a kidnapped Bill, a Yahtzee playing and scheming queen, a bitch named Lorena, Sam's real parents, a Rogue Jessica, oh, and Sookie's new non-human powers. AND WE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT FRIGGIN JUNE!!!

Okay, on to characters.

SOOKIE. Poor poor Sookie. Can't just seem to get a break. She's in love with Bill, yet dreams about Eric (esp. after tasting his blood), attacked by Maryanne, practically raped by the Fellowship, finds out that she's not completely human, has a huge mess of a house to clean up, gets proposed to and then her finance goes missing while she contemplates her decision in the restaurant bathroom...what can I say other than it's been a rough two weeks for the girl.

BILL. All I have to say is that Vamps shouldn't Manscape!!! Please take a look at Bill at the beginning of the season.

Now, here's a pic of Bill later in the season sunbathing with the Queen Sophie-Anne in her luxurious and hilarious sun room.

HELLO!! CONTINUITY! Note to Mr. Ball! Don't have cast members shave their chests!!! Leave the hairs alone for us admirers!!! Enough said.

JASON.
Oh Jason, at least you try! I have to hand it to you lol. The re-enactment scene with Sarah as so High School Musical it was Priceless!!!

It's just like Tony and Maria from West Side Story!!!

Speaking of West Side Story!!!!

Hello, couple of the season!!! HOYT and JESSICA! Love them! Love that Hoyt is just a nice swell guy. Love that She went all rogue and is hitting up the tricks at the truck stop! They are just adorable together!!!!

MAXINE
Again I LOVE her!!! So evil yet so so friggin funny. She's brilliant!!!

ARLENE AND TERRY!!! Although i don't really like Arlene, I like Terry, and I think he may be hairy, so I hope we can see more of his chest next season lol

SAM
Sam wins for nudity this season, and it's all good. A great arc and character! And perfect clothing improviser! Love me so Sam Merlotte!

LAYFAYETTE. Went from in the cellar doing some Saw leg cutting, to drinkin and dreamin about Eric! He's a good ol fella!! But wait! YEP, he too shaved his chest hair! What's wrong with these people!!!

TARA. I don't like her. Never have. Never really will. Though i do think she has some good one liners. I think that her character is just as whiney as ever.

ERIC.
I am a huge fan of Eric, and he was great this season. I love how they fixed his hair lol His scenes with Godric were some amazingly emotional ones. And i love how he's getting closer and closer to the Sookster. (NOW be like the Eric Viking in the book and let your blond chest hair grow!!!!)

PAM
My Favorite All time character (we haven't seen Alcide yet). WAS SO MISUSED This Season! I MISS HER SO MUCH!!! and her pumps!!!! Mr. BALL PLEASE GIVE HER MORE TO DO NEXT SEASON!!!

GODRIC. Again, great storyline and Character. Good job Mr. Ball!!!

EGGS. Whatever. lol

MARYANNE
What can I say? Many hate her! I loved every bit of her! I am going to miss her SOOOO much!!!!! She was amazing!!! Debbie Pelt has major shoes to fill in the crazy bitch department lol

and last, but not least, Sophie-Anne.

I am intrigued. I know a lot about what the Queens about, and i like so far whats being done with her. We'll just wait to see about her, and how long Hadley (sookie's cuz stays alive)

Now, onto the Book vs. Show.
VERY VERY DIFFERENT!!!!! Don't even compare the two!!!! Lafayette's dead. Only One orgy. Eggs is bi, Tara is White, Maryanne is names Calisto and sleeps with Sam, Stan is the Sheriff, Godric is just there, the weres of Dallas save Sookie, its very very different.

I can't wait to see what they do with adapting Club Dead! Gay King of Mississippi! Alcide! Warewolves! Missing Bill! It'll be amazing!!!

Till next season! Peace!

New Season!!!! We're Back!!!!

2009-09-18T09:47:00.000-07:00

Well, kids, we're back with a new name thanks to the second season of true Blood! Bacchae's Descent! And I guarantee that this season in blogosphere you will definitely be shaking your head at times and going, "He so didn't go there". And you know what? I am going there!!!

Today, in fact, I'll be bringing you Two! Count em Two reviews (in their own posts).

The first will be my review of the entire second season of True Blood. The second season was, in a word, interesting lol. The second post will be my weekly recap/review of Survivor Samoa.

For now, just to wet your appetites, I leave you with this image of the newest cast member of the Melrose Place, redux...Caleb Brewer, the cigar smokin gay businessman played by Victor Webster...there is hope there, even if, at this point, Melrose Place jury is still out. (though with Peter and the Syd flashbacks there's still hope...upcoming posts reviews? i think so..)

Though the question remains? When Mr. Caleb is revealed Sans Shirt, which Caleb will viewers see?

The smoothie?

or the hot one, i mean the hairy one?

Until then, my friends, the jury is out....i just hope this cigar smokin hunk is filled with chest hair.

See you in a few hours!!!!

new blog...finally

2009-07-21T20:03:00.000-07:00

okay folks...a new blog will be in store for you tomorrow!!!!
and it will be a review of something i watch tonight lol

A Time To Vent

2009-05-07T10:54:00.000-07:00

I realize it's been a while since my past post here, but I've been busy. Travelling, all that jazz, etc. And i Apologize. Tomorrow will be back in action with film reviews, and more. So sorry for the hiatus.

Anywho, this blog is currently titled Dirait-On, which is French for So They Say. lol Now some of you may know that I am a member and group owner of another blog-ish site.

Now, it's not like me to bitch out like this, lol, okay, it kinda is, but i want to take a moment and vent about something that has been on my mind for the past few weeks.

I am one who wears his emotions etc on his sleaves. There's no hiding with me. Those who know me know that I am an Artist, a writer and director. Those who know me from NYC may have witnessed some of my productions. Funny sideline>

I graduated from Fordham University in 2001. During the four years at that university my writing or directing or both was responsible for several memorable 1st time experiences, including:

On Stage bullet wound complete with flying brain matter and head explosion
Stage Flooded with blood
All Leading Actors possessing Chest Hair
Simulated Rape
More Leather in Costumes than imaginable, incl. Oedpus in Leather
An audience Member having a panic attack and having to walk out...

and so forth. In fact, since my graduation, they have begun to refer to special effects, and edge and envelope pushing theatrical experiments "Costelloism", which is kinda cool.

Back on track, at the core of who I am, i consider myself an Artist. Now, contrary to popular beliefs, Artists don't hide from their emotions. At least I don't, especially when it comes to the written word.

Now, it is there that I release things. Call it, therapy, perhaps. lol Which bring me to my venting.

So, on this other site which i mentioned above, i say what I feel, and think, and believe, and i say it often times with passion and conviction. Do i always write the most popular things, or take the most politically correct of positions? Of course not lol

Well,

People that i know, several, in fact, have recently confessed to me that others on that site have questioned my mental stability to them. Under the guise of concern, these individuals (whom i do not know the identites) have asked if i was right in the head, was healthy mentally, well, you know the drill.

Let me just say that this really bugs me. Seriously seriously bugs me. And actually, the fact that my 'friends' even mentioned this to me, bugs me. Now, i will admit that I've been holding off on that site from calling out a many number of people as pure idiots, masagonistic twerps, ignoraneous malcontents, the list goes on. I am just tired of dealing with individuals who seem to have a mental age of 10 or 11 (And no, none of them are handicapped mentally).

Moreover, these people, i am convinced, can not read, or refuse to read. Perhaps it's selective. Two-syllable word maximum comprehension.

It is interesting to note that i am still a part of that other site, even though, it obviously looks like i should just leave it. The fact is, there are some really good folks there. And with what i state on my blogs there, these people interact and understand and that's what's important. So i'm staying for the time being.

As to my mental stability, well, I'm fine. Or as fine as someone who's Art lies in the horror genre can be lol.

Currently I am in pre production for Titus Andronicus, which I will direct in the Fall, i am still workin on Amongst The Living, and also a special project that I will refer to as Mr.B. I have recently begun a novel focusing on unrequited love, called aptly lol Unrequited lol as well. These are all works whose emotional layers and epiphanies lead one to very deep and sometimes dark places.

As an artist i firmly believe we need to go to those places, even if we don't want to go there. It will only make us stronger. And I will confess that no matter whatever else i am doing, be it my office job, or hosting a seminar, or atteding an event, or even writing this, well...in the words of Sondheim "Wherever you live there's a part of you always standing by, mapping out the sky, finishing the hat"

That's just who I am. My mind wanders through observation of Human interaction and the human condition. People watching in Sheep Meadow is one of the most fascinating things i have the pleasure of doing. People say i'm a dreamer, or an idealist. Truth is, i can and have taken the slightest bit of sight observations and transformed that moment into something much grander. For example, one time at The MET i viewed a photgraph. It depicted a naked woman laying on a chaise (black and white), with her wet hair snaking along her neck and cheeks as gravity pulled it towards the floor. The photgraph was taken by the frustrating "Anonymous" lol and the Caption below it read: Is she asleep? or is she Dead?

This picture spawned the creation of Sanctuary, one of my self-confessed lesser works. The story dealt with A woman in the 18th Century who had plummet to her death in order to not marry an arranged suitor in Paris. Of course, a Vampire finds her and claims and takes her instead. Not only is she resentful, but she's pissed. She basically allows the Vamp to teach her everything she needs to know, till she becomes more cunning and skilled than he (go feminism) and then turns on him, killing him, and as a result, killing herself (2nd times the charm). Her last line in the play is "You stole my death from me. I'm taking it back, and bringing you along with me".

Okay, it's not Shakespeare of Chekov, but I quote it just as an example of how my mind works.

Okay, venting almost over, lol im going to confess here a recent happening which also has my knots tied in a ribbon. And of course, it involves, gulp, a potential partner. lol

After several weeks of getting to know one another, etc. I finally gave in to the requests to read something that I had written. The piece i handed over is "Jacob" a piece which has been produced in NYC twice, in fact. A piece that is very dark. Very thought-provoking, and, i must admit, one of my favorites.

Well, upon reading the script, things went dreadfully sour. Comments such as "You're sick and disgusting" "How could you even think to write that?" etc were fired towards me. Now, as a theatrical critique, I glory in those kinds of responses.

From a potential mate? Not so much. In fact, when I mentioned that I have a fake decapitated head hanging in my bedroom, well, that about sealed the deal. lol

It's interesting. The response to the play totally affected and altered the response and reaction to me. Which i guess, is understandable lol

People always assume that someone who works in the genre that I do is mentally unstable, a sociopath, or what have you. It happens all the time, these misconceptions. I just want to put it out there. It's not true. lol

In fact, if it weren't for my Art, i may be crazy lol Does it frustrate me that potential boyfriends shy away because of it? Yeah. But i will choose my Art over Love anyday. Interesting, i know. Thank's for letting me vent lol

Anyway, i doubt anyone would have gotten this far, but if they did, here's some pics lol They are from RARE FLESH, an amazing photography book with Pictures by David Armstrong, and prose by Clive Barker, on of my ultimate idols and mentors. In fact, Clive is in the second pic. Enjoy!

Peace

Just

The Only Reason I will see Star Trek

2009-04-20T04:58:00.000-07:00

Okay okay, I know you've been waiting for my official review of The Haunting In Connecticut, and it will come, i promise. I just have to get something off of my chest first.
The ONLY reason that I will go see Star Trek. And That reason is one word. Sylar. Or more importantly, the amazing actor playing him: Namely...

That's right folks! Mr. Zachary Quinto himself is playing, of all roles, friggin Spock!

Yup. tis true. The actor of such masculinity, and sexual and sensual appeal is playing friggin Spock, whom i don't think has a history known for his sexual or sensual exploits. And I'm sorry, but I have never figured out what that finger thing is supposed to mean, so please, enlighten me ;-) The worst thing, however, is that it appears (at least in the above picture) that they made my amazing Sylar SHAVE (I mean, come on people!!!!!) I will cry, I tell you!! Cry!!!

Now, i have never seen an episode of the original Star Trek in its entirety. Seriously. Just never has happened. it just didn't interest me. The same with Star Wars. I was like, oh well. Big whoopie! I guess I was a late bloomer...or one of the Next Generation.

Now that, I did watch, almost religiously! Three reasons for that. Jean Luc Picard, The Borg, and Mr. Johnathan Frakes.

Please, he's a LeatherDaddy in the making lol

And of course, the most recent Enterprise starred the man for whom I credit the ability to have intimate relations with a female: WHOO HOOO Scott Bakula himself!!!

Now, here is the story. I was visiting home Freshman year of college because i was asked by a friend of a friend (and i speak to neither now, go figure) to accompany her to her freshman dance party, bingo game, or something. It was like a prom. Meaning, it was ridiculous. Now by this time, hello, there were no closets in my life, but reluctanly i agreed to go with her, OMG her name was NICKY lol, okay, so i agreed to go with nicky as friends...

Cut to the after party at her house and about 7 beers and who knows how many shots later, and shes askin me questions...'so you've never really been with a woman?'...ah, nope...'and you never wanted to be with a woman?...ah, don't think so..."come on, just try it, come on....' you know where this is going. Peer Pressure. I just get suckered by it all the time...

So, I eventually said 'fine' mostly to get her to shut the frack up! She was like, hold on, let me take out my retainer!!! (I KID YOU NOT!!!!!! I wanted to blow chunks then and there...oh, but it got worse folks....) She kisses me, ACK, and the She says 'Please go down on me'. I was like "Huh?" (I mean, was she crazy? And then i remembered, ah, she's a breeder. And did she have to say please? She was totally feeding into my catholic guilt complex)...so, I will admit i was quasi-curious, and a whole lotta drunk, and so she parts her legs and then i see it. The sweat begins to form on my brow. OMG. I think what the hell do, i do with it? I slept through that lecture in high school...So i just put on my explorer hat and goggles and prepare for the expedition lol... Flick this. Lift That, Wiggle those...I HAD NO IDEA, and then the sweat was flowin, and she's Moanin and sighin and im feel like i've lost my way on a dirt road and i'm fighting a charlie horse, and a cannabilistic roseanne bar is steadily approaching me cause, in the words of my mother, "they'd eat me first."

I couldn't takt it. I wasn't very good at the rubik's cube, and i so wasn't able to figure out 'down there' (hence why i call it the rubik's cube). So i picked my head up and she was still moanin and such and i said 'excuse me'...she looks down, and i said 'this isn't really working.' Well then, the sighs and moans turned to frowns and i swear, she started to friggin shed a tear. A TEAR!!! So i swallowed my pride, and i think a little of my dinner from earlier (you know what i mean) and i said "Can i just frack you?"

She was beaming once again, and i took the dive. And clenched my ees so tight and thought of the one person who could help me through this ordeal. And of course, it was none other than Mr. Scott Bakula himself. Specifically, the opening sequence of Quantum Leap where he leaps nekked into the body of a monkey trapped in a cage (I KID YOU NOT) So, i owe my survival to Mr. Bakula. Who, hello, did Playgirl!!!

Which, if anyone knows of where i can get a copy, I WOULD LOVE A COPY OF THAT MAGAZINE!!!!!!!!

Anyway, so my mind is wandering off into dangerous thoughts, so i will leave you with more pictures of my Sylar. More later. Peace

Hump Day Report

2009-04-15T05:01:00.000-07:00

Hello folks! (Okay, all 5 of you lol)

Tis Tax Day, and Hump Day all rolled into one, and being that I was out of town this past weekend, i found myself getting blocked up.

Here's what you've missed.

1. As I said, Poor Poor Joe is gone. I knew it!!! i put the curse of injury and failure into that poor poor man. When the helicopter came and hauled him away i Cursed the TV, Survivor, and myself. lol Sorry to say i warned ya, Joe. lol

2. I Finally, yes FINALLY saw The Haunting in Connecticut! Ms. J and I saw it Mon night, and its taken me this long to recover lol Look for the detailed review later today.

3. A sports announcer in Philadelphia has passed away and it's as if the president has been assassinated. I just don't get it.

4. My New York excursion was something!!! And while there i got to view at 1:00am the lifetime premiere of Tribute, which i kept referring to as Treatment, starring the 'i liked her better when fat' Brittany Murphy...look for that review later as well.

5. This week i am moving, so its been a little hectic. To say the least. I found a great home that is in my price rannge, and so what if it was once a funeral parlor, the scene of a mass cult suicide, and republican lol

More later folks.

For now, I will leave you with an image of Adam Baldwin. WHOOOFFFF
...

Tragedy at Les Gals

2009-04-09T12:22:00.001-07:00

I am sure that you can recall my post on Les Gals Adult Center a few posts back. Well, just the perfect way to start of the Triduum...death at Les Gals.

Let me take you through the event, as witnessed by yours truly and two other co-workers. The first police car, with silent lights spinning, arrived at Les Gals at approximately 10:45am EST. The Officer exited the vehicle and entered the establishment.

At this time I had assumed that once again Les Gals was being raided, a thing that has happened their before, so I thought nothin of it.

Around 11:03am EST a police van arrived, again with silent lights flicking on and off. The original officer exited the building and went to the van...

Suddenly, i was distrated by a coworker who asked me about my preference for Peeps (I hate them for those wondering) My Coworker then stated, "They're takin a body bag inside!"

I said "The Peeps!" and then i realized he was speaking about Les Gals.

See, isn't it beautiful? All the pretty lights????

Anyway, all eyes were glued to the window. Myself and my fellow smoking co-worker ventured outside to see what indeed was amiss at LesGals. What we saw was the officers descending the sheet metal lined stairs with a bugling robust, filled body bag. They lifted and deposited the body bag into the police van "Going directly to the morgue," my co-worker stated, and then they got in their respective vehicles and drove away.

It's always interesting seeing a dead body. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to it.

The most shocking thing is that LesGals never even closed its doors. It was a quick in and out and back to business as usual.

There are so many questions i have, and scenerios i keep replaying in my mind, that i know will end up in some written form lol

I just hope he went with a smile on his face.

Now, im all screwed up, so I leave you with this to make you happy and hopefully me happy as well...

Holy Triduum. A look at a Superstar.

2009-04-09T06:02:00.001-07:00

That's right, folks! It's that time of year again. The Jewish people are celebrating Passover, and the Catholics are entering into the Holy Triduum, beginning tonight wih Holy Thursday. I remember vividly my attendance and participation in the Triduum masses (before the dead flies started falling from the rafters and onto my head, I kid you not). Holy Thursday was always my favorite. It wasn't the three + hour endurance test that is the Saturday Vigil (although the wax balls will always have a special place in my heart), nor was Holy Thursday the suffering of Friday's veneration of the cross ceremony. No, Holy Thursday had the best music, most of which i got to sing as one of the lead cantors in the church folk group, (Yes, we had a folk group, and yes, i was a member).((Hey, i told you i was once Yo Jesus, didn't i?) So yes, the music of Holy Thursday was some of the best music of the year. From the hymms stripping the altar, to the washing of the feet medley, it was, not to sound too trite, heavenly.

Which brings us to today's blog, which i am devoting to the show that I chose over going to my senior prom, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice's Jesus Christ Superstar. Yes, that is correct. I could either go to my senior prom, or play, among other roles, Annas (the high priest opposite Chiaphas) in a local dinner theatre production. What did I choose? Annas, of course.

Here's Annas from the Film, played by Kurt Yaghjian

And here's Annas from a production in Amstetten Austria, played by this guy. GREAT COSTUME!!!

Want to know about my costume? I had a friggin tyed-dyed purple robe. But i did have the high pointy hat.

Of course, I'll never forget my male paternal unit asking me "Why do you want to be An Ass?" All, precious memories...

In fact,it was kind of a household tradition started by my cousin, and taken up by myself and my sister to watch and experience Superstar every Triduum. One year we took bets beforehand on how many Outbursts Ted Neely, aks Jesus, would have lol.. I think my sister won that bet.

Cause, let me tell you...He yells and has tantrums a LOT! Seriously. Judas should have just given him a valium or something. For example, the opening of Act Two, aka the Last Supper, taking place on, hello, Holy Thursday....the apostles and Jesus are all sitting and drinking and being merry...

Not sure which production this is from, but it's nice. and serene, and of course, Jesus ruins it halfway through with this:

Jesus:
I must be mad thinking I'd be remembered!
Yes, I must be out of my head!
Look at your blank faces! My name will mean nothing
Ten minutes after I'm dead!

See, if he were on valium, or a perk or pot the verse might have gone more like this:

Jesus:
I must be mad hungry my tummy is rumblin
Pass some more off that bread!
Judas, such a kid you, friends both since grade school,
taught me to stand on my head!

See, i think it would have been a completely differnt outcome. If only...

Now, JCS has had its array of controversy since its inception. When it Premiered in London there were vast protests. And the same in New York, and with many of the numerous productions around the globe. Why? You may ask? Could it be because of this line sung by Judas to Jesus in Reference to Mary Magdalene?

Judas:
It seems to me a strange thing. Mystyfying
that a man like you can waste his time
on women of her kind.
Yes i can understand that she amuses!
but to let her stroke you
Kiss your hair
Is hardly in your line....

YUP YOU READ IT...but to let stroke you!!!!

Its a biblical jerk off reference!!! Tim Rice You're a genius!!!!

So, as we enter Triduum, think of the above.
And have a happy Holy Thursday! Will write more later.

But before I go...how id like to wash the feet of this guy!

and yes, i realize that i have no idea what his feet look like. Gotta take a chance now and then!

Peace

Living and Dying, We feed the Fire

2009-04-07T05:36:00.000-07:00

It has been a strange past few days. Life changes, thoughts and questionings, and this week while commuting, I re-read a book which, when first read in 1996, literally changed my life. That book is Sacrament by none other than Mr. Clive Barker.

I have read the novel several times, and have loaned or given away close to a dozen copies. The novel deals with many things, but at the center it is about extinction and life, particularly that of a gay man. Our guide on this journey is Will Rabjohns, who may be the most brilliant wildlife photographer of his day. His niche? He chroncles and photgraphs animals on the verge of extinction, in their own habitat and world, which we, the human race, are slowly, yet steadily taking over.

Meanwhile, in his home of San Francisco, Will is also bearing witness to the loss of his own tribe due to the Plague that is AIDS. He speaks at one point in the later half of the novel on the subject of the plague and extinction with the following:

"We're spontaneous events. We just appear in the middle of families. And we'll keep appearing. Even if the plague killed every homosexual on the planet, it wouldn't be extinction, because there's queer babies being born every minute. It's like magic."

The central written theme in the novel is "Living and Dying we feed the Fire", taught in words and action via the character of Jacon Steep, who first encountered Will when Will was only a child, and now, that Will has reached adulthood, wants nothing more than to add Will to the pages of his own exctinct species collection.

We have all been witnesses to countless acts, of happiness, of violence, what have you. How many times, however, have we stopped witnessing the fire and stood inside it, to actually feel it? To see the world from the fire itself?

Another potent and prominant theme is voiced by Lord Fox, a creature that is a part of Will's psyche. Several times in the novel Lord Fox urges Will to "Stop looking, and See." The creature says this to A Photographer who built his life on observing and looking. But when he actually takes the time to stop looking and see, the miracles around him become blatently clear and precise and he is, in fact, changed as a result.

There is plenty for one to sink their teeth into in Sacrament, literally. One chapter chronicles the goings on at The Penitent, a bar which 'rivaled the Mineshaft" of New York City. Yes, Leather, kink, and fetish are alive and well in the novel, as per Barker's style and taste.

Interesting to note. There is no denying that Barker is a very open sexual being, and that he has no issue in exploring any number of types of sex. The main character couple in his short story "In the Hills, The Cities" (From Vol. 1 of The Books of Blood) are indeed a gay male couple. In "The Hellbound Heart" Barker explores the extremes of Sm and Kink, with the characters finding the pleasure in the suffering of themselves, and others. In "Imajica", Barker's Jesus character Gentle falls in love with Pi oh Pah, a shapeshifter whose sexual identity is never known or tangible. Even in Barker's fantastic play "Subtle Bodies", nonesense port Edward Lear falls in love and marries a Gorilla for the sole purpose that the gorilla likes Lear's nose.

It is in Sacrament that the sexuality of the protagonist, is very much fused with the themes and drama of the fiction, and, as many claim, the novel is the most autobiographical of all of Barker's works. He write the novel shortly after the death of a close cousin, and wilst in the stages of self-depression.

Upon its completion, Barker's agents told him that they would not prefer that he change the sexuality of Will. Simply give him a girlfriend. Barker has spoken and written several times about this exchange and stood firm and the result is a new agent and publisher as well as the queer Will Rabjohns.

Which brings me to Amongst The Living. I have heard over and over again, from friends, and family, to agencies the same thing: Just make the main character Straight.

In many ways i feel i am walking a similar path to that of my mentor and inspiration. Interestingly enough, if there was ever a novel I would choose to tackle to adapt to a screenplay that Barker wrote Sacrament would be it. Though it would be a long long screenplay lol

And i know who I'd Cast as Will. Take a look. What do you think?

I think Mr. Law'd be perfect

Sex And the City

2009-04-06T05:16:00.000-07:00

This weekend, while battling a migraine (three-Day one, bless me) I watched a film that came out a year ago, practically. A film I had wanted to see, but for some reason or another, couldn't get my mind to it. Perhaps it was that I was no longer living in the City that is a character herself in the film> Perhaps it was that no one really wanted to see it, and it's definitely not a film to go to by youself? Perhaps, i knew, going into watching the film, that the film would bring back memories i am not sure i wanted to experience...but as I sat on the couch, holding a blessed palm (it was Palm Sunday afterall, and a neighbor had brought one over for me), i swallowed my pride and viewed "Sex and The City: The Movie".

Where to begin? Well, the was as long as about 5 episodes or so, but I really didn't mind. In fact, seeing the girls again really was great. I was a fan of the show, and loved some of the characters (Samantha, Steve, Carrie, etc). Others, of course, i despised. (HELLO CHARLOTTE!) And the same feelings came back with the film.

Perhaps I dislike Charlotte (Kristin Davis) because i hated her Melrose Place character Brooke. I'm not sure. But i hated her on the show, and i didn't much like her here, until she litterally poops her pants!!!!!!!! I tell you i was taking a drink and it came out my nose!!! That was CLASSIC!!!!!!and brought a huge relief to the depressed characters, and myself...

That's one thing about the movie. They've all gotten older. More jaded, perhaps? More realistic. I mean, When Samantha (LOVE HER) is watching her hunky Malibu neighbor have sex and be the 'male version of herself' you can see a longing in her eyes. This man, played by Gilles Marini, I will tell you, for a SMOOTHIE, had so much sex appeal, it was making me excited. Seriously,. Hello, look below...

Seriously, folks, I have read so many reviews, and they barely touch upon this amazing plot point. This hunk of a man, Dante, is Samantha's other half, as if the two were separated at birth, and a moment that occurs between them sets the metaphor in place for the entire film itself.

In said scene, Samantha, who has for months spied on the hunk while he ravishsly displays his sexual conquests for the public's viewing pleasure (and he has many), chases her sexually charged puppy up his porch while he is enjoying himself in his outdoor shower (WE SEE COCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) She drools over him and he asks her if she would like to join him. She thinks about her life with her boyfriend, whom she manages (hes an actor), and you know that she really wants to go to him and sud him all up. But, alas, she declines the offer. He even tells her is name "Dante!" and invites her over any time she wishes. What does Samantha do? She decides not to partake in the carnal pleasures, and in fact, ultimately end up moving back home to NYC. What does this mean? Our Samantha is all grown up. Much has changed, of course, but the core of her remains, albeit older and wiser, and yes, more down to earth.

The same can be said of all the ladies, in their own way. And, in essence, the same can be said for all of us. A lot has changed since SATC went off the air, and the film represents that. It was a film that was not as funny or shallow as i had thought it would be, but that's okay. It is one i will def. go out and purchase. And although not as edgy as i would have liked it to be, cock and all, it was a pleasant surprise.

So, for Sex and The City, I give it 4 cocks...and im looking forward to the sequel...

Now, to leave you with something to drool over, here is the star of MadMen,John Hamm and my god, is he hunkalicious. Enjoy! And Happy Monday!

Joe Will Survive!!! (At least until Next Week) Survivor: Tocantins

2009-04-03T05:08:00.001-07:00

We are about half-way through this season's Survivor outing. Survivor: Tocantins, and let me just tell you...I'm kinda frightened. Is it because Coach is morphing into a crazed eye hypnotizing pirate (Whom, i swear was growing chest hair in one of the previos episodes but now is smooth again?) I bet he has Erinn bite them off with her teeth! But no. There is another beast on Tocantins all together, and he was my pick to crush on, i mean win since the first day. Drumroll Please....Mr. Joe!

It has been a long many seasons since Surviror had a man of delectible fur quality other than our Joe. From the Beard, to the chest, to the legs, all complimented by his amazing eyes, this player is to die for. And of course, i can root for no other. Which means, sadly, that Joe's liklihood of winning the million is nil. (The last time i had this big a crush on a Survivor (and my crush on Joe is an even bigger one than that time) was back in the Australian Outback, and the crush was Michael Skupin.

A man liked by this tribe, exceedingly handsome in his own way, Michael was my definite pick to take it to the end! It was a crush. And of course, look how he ended up:

Thats right folks. He inhaled too much smoke from his newly-made fire, and fell hands down into it. Yep,. his skin began to peel and fall off...it was ugly, and yes, i shed a tear. When the helicopter lifted him off the island I felt guilty, and realized that my crush could be deadly. All by Episode friggin 5!!!

And so, i fear the same may happen this year with Mr. Joe the Furry.

Not the falling in fire melting your skin off tragedy, but ultimately losing.
And it looks like last night's episode was the down turn for his game. "Why?" Might you ask? Was it because he drooled all over his enemy at Exile Non-Island? (Meaning he's a horn dog waitin to find his buns...?) Was it because frigging TAJ (hello, look who your husband is!) pulled a nasty prank and made that fake immunity idol, fisting it up the totem pole's skirt? Was it because Joe is likeable, and athletic, and perhaps not that bright? Or is it the reason that I really think that it is: A furry hunk, and esp. one that i have a crush on, never gets to win survivor. Yup, I think that's the answer.

Now i hear the groans and moans out there, esp. all of you (okay the two of you) shouting "What about Ethan! What about Ethan!?"

Yes, there is hair there when he won Africa... but it was a fluke, I tell you! A fackin Fluke! I mean, did you watch that season?????? Who else was there to win it??? And i think Mr. Ethan knew his hairy win was a fluke as well, because, hmmm....directly after Survivor and winning the bucks what does he do????? Just Look below peoples! Please, look below!

Do you see that??????? HE SHAVED AND WAXED AND SHIT!!!! He knew that it was a fluke that he won!!!! So he shaved to hide his fluke... Joe, no matter how bad you may lose (or, if the gods are on my side, WIN) I hope you never shave! EVER!!!!!

But, that means, of course, that, although i am totally rooting for you, I think you'll be lucky to make it to the jury. Really lucky to make the top four...doubtful you will win.

I'm sorry buddy, and I love you (in a i know you are straight so please don't kill me for dedicating a blog to you type of way)

Listen, I would even understand if, when you do go, in your confessional, you have one more vote to cast. And the person you vote out isn't Granny, like you did when you got off that truck (It was funny i laughted and you had my crush at that moment lol). But pleae know, i will totally underderstand if the person you vote for is in fact...

It's all okay, I will still root for ya bud.

UPDATE (TWO HOURS LATER!!!)

This just confirms my fears. The following quote is taken from Jeff Probst's (hunk that he is) ew.com blog...

Yes, that is him, and yes, i recognize the hair (but he's a host, and its different)Anyway, his blog devotes a very special paragraph, and of course, it's about Joe.

What i didn't get into in my blog was the inclusion of the ceramic pig challenge, (nice one, if i may say so)..And of course, Mr. Joe got hit on the knee...This is what Mr. Probst had to say about Dear Joe...

"In case you were wondering, yes, those pigs were ceramic and yes, they hurt when you caught them.

Damn, Joe's knee. Whoa. That is ugly. Could anyone still doubt this game is for real? Just look at that little tiny nick and how bad it has gotten in just 72 hours. Joe is a hurtin' dude right now. I felt for him so much that it made it hard to laugh when he found the fake idol. I really like Joe. Joe likes Sydney. Sydney has a boyfriend. Joe has a bad knee and a fake idol and likes a girl who has a boyfriend. Joe is in trouble. He's on the outside of the alliance that he should be a part of. Poor Joe"

My sentiments exactly, Mr. Probst.

Hairy Chest Revolution!

2009-04-02T09:49:00.000-07:00

Since the day I was born, I have had a fascination and obsession with chest hair, and other body hairs. Surely I remember standing in the bathroom as a child, looking in the mirror, and praying to sprout chest hair. I was proud when at the age of 11, the first hairs began growing, and although I have a nice supply, I always hope for more.

Many Times people have asked me what my fascination is with a hairy chest and hairy man. There are several reasons I give them as response, but I fear none of them can not truly supply the complete answer, because, seriously, I can’t simply tell them “I just do. It’s how I’m made” What I do explain to them is the connection to masculinity is a huge turn on. The fact that I am very sensual and tactile, and there’s nothing better than massaging and kissing a hairy chest. I tell them that I have been known to light a man’s cigarettes or cigar and have him lay back, as I went from each single strand of hair to hair, worshiping them. (btw this act of worship has lasted up to 6 hours without ending the worship session before. I want to beat that lol) I tell them how comfortable, safe, and secure I feel being held tightly against a masculine hairy chest. I tell them that, in reality, no matter how much muscle they may have, I have never been able to achieve full erection, let alone arousal with a smoothie, ie. a smooth-chested man.

The one and only time I ever engaged in intimate sexual relations with a woman, which is a story in and of itself, I managed to last the few 30 seconds by picturing Scott Bakula from Quantum Leap.

Now don’t get me wrong. Just because someone is hairy, does not mean that I want to jump and worship them. I am not attracted to “Santas” as I lovingly call them, but this is just a personal preference, as we all have.

Being an Artist, this fetish, obsession, what have you, finds its place in my Art in many genres, from Theatre to film, to prose. Funny Story…when I was casting for my 2005 production of The Bacchae, staged for a month in rented out and transformed famous New York Comedy Club, word got round the theatrical community, and several of the actors who auditioned for the role of Dionysus came in and mentioned that they heard I liked chest hair. That, and the fact that I was staging the orgy/feeding frenzy, made for quite an interesting Casting call.

I am currently in the beginning stages of a Hairy Chest coffee table book which will be sold for charity, and am busy scouring the streets and countries for those willing to showcase their brilliance.

What can I say? Chest hair is beautiful. I may be the number one fan!

And after the smooth trend of the 1990s metrosexuals, and models, and twinkie, I am glad that finally, in 2009, it seems the hairy chest is returning.

Let the Revolution Begin!

Hollywood is already beginning to pick up on it. Here are my present-day top 11!!!! (in no particular order)

1. Pierce Brosnan

2. Scott Bakula

3. Chris Evans

5. Hugh Jackman

6. Jason Statham

7. Julian McMahon

8. Clive Owen

9. Patrick Muldoon

10 Thomas Jane

11. Scott Speedman

What say you?

Peace

Just

April Fool's and Hump Day Oh My!!!

2009-04-01T05:23:00.001-07:00

Today is April Fool's Day! And it also falls on a Wednesday, making it Hump Day!!!
I just wish i were in better spirits, but what can you do, right?

Hmmm. spirits, hmmm sprites. April Fool's. Sex. Interesting....my mind wandered into Shakespeare world and I can't help but think about the character of Puck today, and those who have performed Puck, most notably, Robert Sean Leonard in a little film called Dead Poets Society.

A fellow Fordham Alum (in his own way), I first met Mr. Leonard during his stint in the Broadway revival of The Iceman Cometh. He had come to the University, and several of us got to know him, and see his show, etc...and even, (YES, even I did this), agreed to go root for he and the rest of the Iceman team in that year's Broadway Softball League. He's a great guy, and, in my opinion, a brilliant actor.

His character of Neil in DPS is one that is so touching and moving, and real to myself, and others who are 'different'. I use the term different because the role can be viewed as such, from many separate perspectives. Of course, when I first saw the film i pegged the character for being Gay, (in the 1950s), and his story and journey rings very true to many i have known, and several i have lost.

For those of you (ms. K if you're nasty) who may haven't seen the film I will not reveal Neil's arc, but state that it is very much the heart of the film.

March isn't really a good month for me. At least, it hasn't been for several years. With April beginning, its like a re-birth, and its been the same cycle every year. Like Clockwork. Depression sets in in March, and then come April, you have to deal with the re-building, etc. and putting back on the smiling face ;-)

Which brings us round to today, and back to April Fool's and Puck from AMSND! There is something about that fella...

here are two pics of different actors portrayin the sprite.

Enjoy!

Working Opposite a Business of Sin!!! YIPPEE!!!

2009-03-31T11:02:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's true.

I happen to work directly across from a Book Bin II/Les Gals (I guess they did a merger). In my 3+ years here, I have had the privilege of taking moments and observing the establishment. Hell, I even have purchased some Novely items at the store itself. BTW. To get to the gay male section, you have to walk downstairs. Kinda Creepy. They need better lighting. Anyway, that's all a part of the Bool Bin II. Les Gals is where, from my observances, the real action is.

You see, the place is a complete dump. Its not attractive in the like. And its certainly no Best Little Whorehouse in Texas! But you should see the variances of gentlemen who stop in and visit les gals daily. Some of them are friggin HOT!!!! Many are business men, arriving in their BMWs and convertables (I kid you not) And let me tell you, the gals themselves leave much to be desired. There is soemthing naughty yet very intriguing about the men who frequent Les Gals. The voyeur in me is very piqued with interest.

Sometimes, in the morning i manage to catch "the changing of les gals," as i call it. Around 11:00am one shift ends, and another begins. You see the gals waiting outside for their rides, while others are dropped off to begin their shifts. Then, the business men come along (its really busy from like noon to 3:00pm.

So, on behalf of those hot men, I will leave you today with this hunk smoking...Enjoy!!!

Amongst The Living: Treatment and Today's Dream Cast!

2009-03-31T08:46:00.000-07:00

It has been, and continues to be, a long, winding road for a little script called Amongst The Living.

Recently the script and concept boards were requested by the President of a Network Cable Studio. The President loved it, so he said, but added that the script is too dark and too sophisticated for Network Cable. When i asked if i should dumb it down, so to speak, he replied that no. There's nothing wrong with the script. It's just not the right time and place for it.

I'll be the first to admit that that statement, albeit true, stung me. And in many ways, I agree with the gentleman. Amongst The Living is a very interesting, dark, and, I guess, yeah, sophisticated script. It asks a lot of questions, leaves it up to the audience to find the answers, and so forth.

I will also admit that it's a risky proposition. Half the cast are deceased, and sans clothing. They are seen in the same physical condition of when they died. The protagonist is a gay male, albeit a masculine, stereotype smashing one. The dialogue is cryptic at times. The themes of Religion, Idenetity, Love, Acceptance and Human Connection, although universal, are illustrated in bold, daring and at times frightening context...

In fact, I am beginning to cast a NYC Reading of the script for various industry and professionals, hoping to find some backing. This is risky in and of itself, but it will also get it more out there, so to speak.

Okay, before I get into what the frack the story is, which i will in a moment, I thought it would be fun today to see if i were to cast the film with my dream Cast, if you will. I think some of the choices may perhaps surprise you. I will give my choices while I discuss the character in question. And once the main players are disclosed, I'll go into a synopsis. (Yes, this will be a very long blog, and i apologize to Ms. K if you're nasty lol

So, Today's Dream Cast:

Michael Hutchinson, Protagonist. Michael is someone who is troubled, to say the least. He works as a Special Investigor with the NYPD, which has garnered him recognition and celebrity he'd rater he didn't have. He's a strong, quiet, dark man. He chooses his words carefully. He has built a facade to hide his true longings and desires. Oh and yes, he not only sees and communicates with dead people (called Phantoms), but is much more comfortable with them, and other supernaturals, than he is among his fellow humans.

Today's Dream Michael Hutchinson: Wes Bentley

Daemon, Antagonist. Daemon, as the name suggests, is a demon. He has a personal connection to Michael. He is not one of the Fallen, as, in his own words, he 'chose to leave the heavens'.

Today's Dream Daemon: Jonathan Schaech

Detective Rick Suttler Rick is a man who is incomplete, overcompensating with physical successes while decaying internally. He is a man to tacitile nature, and finite belief systems. He is also a man of extremes.

Today's Dream Rick Suttler: Jason Statham

Dr. Claire Daniels-Suttler Claire is a free-willed spirit. She has her own opinions and mind, and most definitely is not afraid to use both of them, no matter the consequences. Her happiness, of course, if often compromised by her own choices.

Today's Dream Claire Daniels: Holly Marie Combs

One-Armed Man/Brian Brian, (OAM), is a guardian, having watched over and counseled Michael his entire life. He is also a Phantom, and bound to Oakwood. Brian was the first phantom that Michael had ever seen as a child, and is also the first to welcome him back to his hometown.

Today's Dream Brian: David Chokachi

Gertrude Hutchinson Gertrude is Michael's mother, who became a Phantom during childbirth with her second Child. She is a product of the Free Love of the sixties. She followed no formal religion.

Today's Dream Gertrude: Cate Blanchett

So, there are just some of the characters that occupy the world of Amongst The Living. There are of course, many others who inhabit and affect this world, but in the nick of saving some time, i did not include them here.

Anyway, what is Amongst The Living all about? You ask? Well, here's the detailed treatment.

Amongst The Living

Oakwood, PA. While Homicide Detective Rick Suttler attempts to indulge his fetishes with his wife, Dr. Claire Suttler-Daniels, his twin sister Jennifer is brutally murdered four streets away.

The dissolve of Rick and Claire’s relationship is evident post coital. Both are cold, detached, and miserable. The tension between them is cut only by the loud ringing of the phone. Claire gets it and hand it to Rick.

At the crime scene, Officer Thomas Harmon cautions Rick not to enter the house by Officer Thomas Harmon. He explains that Jennifer was dismembered joint by joint, eviscerated, and the remains decorated around the living room. Holding in rage and anger, Rick forges past Thomas, and enters the house to see his sister with his own eyes.

New York City, NY. A reporter stands outside an Upper East Side subway station. She delivers news of a continuing investigation on a series of crimes attributed to the mysterious “Subway Banshee”.

Around the corner, on a vacant street, Police Officers Jim Evans and Andrea Styler emerge from a sewer manhole. They are followed by Michael Hutchinson, a rugged and rebellious Special Investigator. Jim and Andrea thank him for his help in the case. Michael simply replies after lighting a cigarette, “Next time call me sooner”. Then he walks off, alone, into the rainy night.

Michael arrives home at his apartment in the West Village and attempts to decompress. The face of the Banshee repeatedly invades his mind like a flash bulb. He tries to literally slap the images out of himself, to no avail. Unable to relax, he showers, dresses, and once again heads out into the night.

He walks to “Midian”, a leather/levi bar in the Chelsea district. He is greeted warmly by the bartender, Kyle Anders, who takes his order after joking about the late night visit. Michael relaxes somewhat, but the ease is quickly interrupted by a Drunkard who hounds him “Aren’t you that guy they talk about on the News? Aren’t you that guy? Is what they all say about you true? You freak!” Kyle tosses the man out of the bar and apologizes to an embarrassed Michael. Michael’s cell phone rings. He answers it.

On the other end of the line is Dr. Claire Daniels, calling from Oakwood. She informs him of Jennifer Suttler’s murder. Jennifer was Michael’s childhood friend. Michael exits the bar to continue the conversation. Visibly shaken, he informs the doctor that he hasn’t seen Jennifer or been to Oakwood in sixteen years. The doctor is persistent, and tells him that he owes it to Jennifer to attend the funeral. And she will only give him more information on her murder in person. The choice is up to him.

The phone goes dead as a cautious Kyle exits the bar, asking if everything is okay. Michael’s reply is simply that he needs another drink.

Flashback “16 years ago”
Michael, a teenager, steps onto his front porch, carrying a large duffle bag. His step-father Gregory follows after him, hands Michael an envelope, and orders him to leave, forever. Michael attempts to explain himself to no avail. Gregory threatens to call the police. Holding back tears, Michael leaves his home, and walks down the street.

Suddenly, a voice calls out to him. He turns around. Jennifer runs towards him. She hands him a picture of him, herself, and Joshua Thompson. “I thought you might want to keep this.” She exclaims, before breaking into tears. Michael wipes a tear from her eye and asks her if she thinks that things would be different if he was a normal kid? She scolds him for denouncing his gifts, which he quickly re-labels as his curse. The two friends embrace for the last time, and as she hugs him tightly, Jennifer cries “Goodbye Michael Hutchinson.” Michael responds with “No goodbyes. Never goodbye.”

Present Day
Michael stares at himself in a foggy bathroom mirror. His face is reddened and puffy from crying. On the sink sits the picture of himself, Jennifer, and Josh. He looks beyond the mirror, and states aloud “Never goodbye.”

Back in Oakwood, Rick is investigating his sister’s house. He sits in her bedroom, and flips through several photo albums. As he flips through the images of himself and his twin, she seems to smile at him from the pictures. He turns page after page, and suddenly comes upon images of Jennifer, Michael and Joshua. Rick is noticeably absent from the photos. He angrily shuts the album and tosses it aside.
The album flips itself open to reveal the photos once again. Suddenly, Jennifer is sitting next to him. He is shocked as she thanks him for taking care of her all of her life. He tells her it was his responsibility and that he would do anything for her. She asks him to do one more thing. She hands him a photograph of the teenaged Michael Hutchinson. “End it for good.”

Meanwhile, Michael drives on the interstate and enters Pennsylvania…

… In his office, Rick surrounds himself in papers, not of the murder and its evidence, but of written reports of Michael Hutchinson.

Claire arrives at the police station and is greeted by Rick’s secretary, Sarah. She tries to stop Claire from going into Rick’s office. Claire brushes past her and enters anyway. Rick quickly covers the newspaper’s regarding Michael as his wife enters. Rick is surprised to see her, especially after their argument. Claire informs him that there are more important things at hand. He is exasperated at the lack of evidence and leads in the murder. Claire suggests to him that perhaps the murder was supernaturally orchestrated.

Rick explodes at her, calling her out and saying that she sounds too much like his sister, who’s “mind was clouded with thoughts” about ghosts and demons. He scolds her, telling her he will have none of that type of talk. She leaves his office and he thrashes the papers onto the floor.

Michael reaches the Oakwood City Limits, and pulls off to the side of the road near the welcome sign to gather his thoughts.
Oakwood. A Great Place to call home.

Suddenly, a One-Armed Man (OAM) appears outside the car window. Michael looks towards the man, who is naked, the arm wound fresh and blood soaked. Nonchalantly, Michael exits the car and smiles.

The OAM is a Phantom, and Michael sees him in the manner in which he met his death. “I remember when I used to make you Scream” the OAM laughs.

Michael also remembers it as if it was yesterday. He was just five years old when he first saw OAM, and ran to his pregnant mother, Gertrude, in tears. Gertrude held him tight and told him there was nothing to be afraid of. In fact, she took him back to the window where he said he had seen the OAM to prove that nothing was there. Through her eyes, there was nothing. But Michael knew better, and he stared, frightened at the OAM, who waved back towards him.

At the city limits, OAM informs Michael that he always knew that the prodigal son would return to save the town. Michael insists that he is only in Oakwood to attend Jennifer’s funeral and nothing else. OAM replies that Michael really has no choice in the matter, and then walks away down the street. Before vanishing he adds “Welcome Home”.

A tired and tried Claire almost bumps into Michael as she hastily exits the Oakwood Diner. Michael is seated at a table and is given the local newspaper. He peruses the headlines, which include information on Jennifer’s murder and her funeral, as well as an update on the destruction of the local Roman Catholic church. When he voices his confusion out loud, he finds Teresa, the town gossip and waitress, eavesdropping.

Teresa lets him in on the story of a young priest who had come to Oakwood about a month before. The priest held a “Mass of Cleansing” and during his sermon, the church exploded in flames. Of the seventy attendees, there were no survivors. Eye witnesses, however, claimed to have seen the Priest, surrounded by flames, walk away from the wreckage, pass them on the street, and then vanish in thin air.
Having heard enough, Michael hands Teresa his credit card to pay the bill. She looks at the card and questions him. “You’re Michael Hutchinson?” He slowly responds “Yes. Is that a problem?” Teresa insists that it’s not, even though Michael is very aware of the silence in the room, and all of the patrons and workers eyeing him.

Before going to his hotel room, Michael passes the ruins of the church. The brick and concrete are covered in graffiti from the Book of Revelations. As Michael is leaving, he notices that he is being spied on by a Young Priest, Father Edward Dow. Michael quickly pulls the car away from the church as Dow watches after him.

That night, Michael’s dreams are haunted by images of a vast wooded oasis, humanoid creatures, and a black, petrified gate locking him in darkness…in the darkness, someone calls his name.

The funeral is a small one, as Rick and Claire are joined at the cemetery by Sarah, Teresa, Thomas, and Officer Richen. Father Dow presides over the service.

Away from the group, on one of the cemetery hills, Michael stands, watching. He can see that the Phantoms of the Cemetery have emerged in full force to attend witness to the funeral, and welcome their newest neighbor. Among them stands OAM.

“You don’t see her, do you?” a voice questions Michael. He turns to see Gertrude, who died in childbirth, standing at his side. Michael tells her that no, he does not see Jennifer. His mother responds “You didn’t see Josh either.” The two begin to quarrel, with Gertrude insisting that Michael takes responsibility and must save the town from ‘What is coming.”

Michael, angered, and childish, storms off down the hill.

Rick spots him descending the hill and bolts towards him, followed closely behind by Claire. Rick and Michael fight in the open, and Rick pulls his gun out, pointing it at Michael. Claire tries to calm them both down, revealing that the only reason Michael is in Oakwood is because she called him and asked him to come. Michael stands still, spreads his arms, and tell Rick to “Shoot me. Go on. Get it over with.”

The stand-off continues and the town horizon erupts with two explosions. Rick storms off to ‘go to work’ while Dow attempts to calm the mourners. The Phantoms all look towards Claire and Michael. Claire pleads with him. “Will you help us, Mr. Hutchinson?” Michael, eyeing OAM and Gertrude, replies “Do I really have a choice?” OAM grins.

Thinking it best to have the local law enforcement on his side during his investigation, Michael makes the journey to the Police Station. Upon his entrance, Thomas, Officer Reichen, and others are immediately on him, and refuse his request to speak with Rick. Rick, opening his office door, gives Michael five minutes.

Inside the office, Rick and Michael show how little both have matured since last time they have seen each other. Michael requests help, and Rick quickly surmises that Michael is the number one suspect. Michael begins his defense as Rick shuts him up with a reference to Josh. Michael scolds him for hitting below the belt. The two are deadlocked in argument, with neither budging. Exasperated, Rick casts Michael out of the office.

Michael, followed by police, heads next to Oakwood Medical Center. Claire stands waiting for him outside. She attempts to apologize for pulling him into the mess, but did not have any other option. She leads him inside the hospital and down to the morgue. Michael questions her why she is taking him to the morgue. She states that she wants him to look at Jennifer’s remains for a clue. “You staged the funeral?” he questions. “Sometimes we have to do what we have to do.” She replies.

They reach the morgue and Michael has a disturbing vision flash of Jennifer’s fingers being separated at the joints. He cautions Claire to wait outside the room while he enters, alone, to look at the body.

The morgue is cold and desolate as Michael finds the tag on the cells that is labeled ‘Suttler, J’. As he is about to open it, a voice rings out from behind him. He turns and sees Daemon, a demon in male human form, his veins pulsating beneath his thin pale flesh. Michael panics as Daemon attempts to have a conversation with him. “What? Are you scared of something?” the demon whispers.

Michael stumbles out of the morgue, grabs Claire, and they head into the elevator. He tells her to burn Jennifer’s remains. He also says that he knows who the murderer is. Claire asks him what should they do now, and he replies. “Nothing. There’s nothing any of us can do.”
Once outside the hospital, he apologizes to her and gets in the car, speeding away down the street.

At a stoplight, he sees OAM standing in his way. He pushes on the gas and drives right through him. A second later, OAM appears at his side. Michael yells at him for not telling him about the demon. OAM replies that he would have if he could, but Michael refuses to listen to him, and speeds away again.

Michael stops the car outside a dive bar called “Sneakers”. He sits in the car, catching his breath, before entering. Once inside, he has second thoughts and turns to leave when the Bartender stops him. “Surely you’ve seen worse things than Sneakers” he remarks. Reluctantly, Michael sits at the bar. He goes to order a drink when Kyle surprises him by orders the drink for him, sitting next to him at the bar. The bartender is in heaven, especially “with two celebrities” in his establishment. He motions to a porno poster on the wall that Kyle had signed, featuring a semi-nude Kyle, and asks if Michael would sign it as well. Michael kindly tells him no.

Once the drinks are on the bar, Michael confronts Kyle. Kyle relates to Michael how the happenings of Oakwood have made national news, and that, yes, Michael has been named in the press. He came out to Oakwood to see if he needed a helping hand. “That’s what friends do”. Michael responds “I don’t really have any friends, Kyle.” Kyle tells him that he has one now, and that he’s not returning to New York without him. “Who knows? Perhaps I can get a job here at ‘Sandals?’” he asks. The ice is broken and both laugh. Michael calls the bartender over to them and orders shots “for his last night alive”, and even agrees to sign the poster.

Claire arrives home to a dark house. In the darkness, she hears messages being played on the answering machine. They are from Thomas and other officers, asking for Rick. Cautious, she tries to turn on the lights, yet the space remains dark. She cautiously makes her way through the house, searching for her husband.

Meanwhile, in a motel room, Rick engages in a sexual game with Sarah, who is cuffed and blindfolded. As they have rough sex, Daemon perches behind them, watching and savoring the moment…

Claire walks through the upstairs hallway, checking the bedrooms. She hears water running in the bathroom and goes to investigate. As she does so, the light in the Master bedroom turns on, spilling out into the hallway. She cautiously opens the door and screams in horror. Human remains are scattered across the bed and “Michael Hutchinson” is written in smeared blood on the wall.” She loses her footing while heading towards the stairway, and falls hard, down the stairs, screaming in pain…

His tryst complete, Rick sends Sarah on her way. He begins to get dressed when Daemon materializes in front of him. Rick immediately tries to attack, but Daemon forces him to stay put on the bed. He informs the detective that he has watched him from the shadows since he was a child, and understands the empty life that he is living. He also states that Michael Hutchinson should have never returned, and only he and Rick can take care of the ‘freak’ once and for all….

At the house, Claire pulls herself towards her purse, and spills its contents on the floor near her. She finds her cell phone and clicks the speed dial…

Daemon explains to Rick how a war is beginning, and that Rick is just the warrior that he’s been looking for. Rick’s cell phone rings. Daemon mentions that it’s Claire, and that she has already chosen her side of the battle. Everything that Claire, or Sarah, or the police force, can not offer Rick, Daemon can. Daemon can show Rick, for the first time in his life, the light.

The demon coaxes the detective to stand, and for a moment, his body becomes feminine. Daemon seduces Rick, kissing him. Upon impact, the demon’s veins glow and extend into Rick’s body. After the separation, Daemon asks Rick to make his choice. Rick chooses the light.

The paramedics arrive at the Suttler house, and immediately prepare Claire for transfer to the hospital. She asks Thomas about Rick and Michael, but he acts as if she’s not even speaking to him. In fact, no one seems to listen to her at all. She tells them that she thinks its Jennifer’s body in the bedroom and that they need to find Michael soon. Again, they ignore her, load her on the ambulance, and drive away.

In the motel room, Kyle keeps watch from a chair as Michael tosses in his sleep. His dream takes him back to the moment that changed his life for ever.

At first, he has a flash of himself and Josh, in an embrace. The two young men happy, and smiling. The moment is short lived, and suddenly, Michael stands in a foyer, facing a crying Josh. Behind Josh is Daemon, who manipulates Josh like a puppet. Josh has a gun in his hand. Michael tries to help him, but it is no use. The two men confess their love for one another as Daemon manipulates Josh’s arm, raising the gun up to his mouth. The demon exclaims “Time to say goodbye” and the trigger is pulled.

In his sleep, Michael screams, and Kyle moves to the bed, lays next to him, and hugs his friend.

The next morning, Michael wakes up with a jolt. Kyle exits the bathroom and Michael immediately accosts him, demanding to know what had happened between them during the night. Kyle tries to assure Michael that nothing happened, but Michael will have none of it. He states that the demon will be after Kyle now. Kyle tells Michael that he is here to help, and that he’s not alone, but he has to tell him what is going on. Michael just needs to tell him the truth.

Reluctantly, Michael confesses to Kyle that he did not leave Oakwood on his own, but in fact, was forced to leave. He tells him how everyone in the town knew of his sexuality, and that wasn’t the issue, even though he was in a relationship with the town’s golden boy, Josh Thompson. What the town could not accept was that Michael claimed to see dead people and demons. When Josh’s body was found, Michael tried to explain that it was not a suicide, but a murder, and that Daemon was the murderer. The town would have none of it, and believed that Michael had made up the story to hide from the guilt of being the real reason Josh killed himself. With his mother already dead, his step-father gave him a check and told him to leave, and never come back.

Kyle attempts to console Michael, but Michael pushes him away. Michael explains that he cares for Kyle, and as a result, Kyle is probably a target for the demon. Michael is convinced that the demon killed Jennifer in order to get him to return to Oakwood. Kyle asks again what he can do, and Michael pleads with him to return to New York. “At least I know you will be safe.”

After some debate, Kyle agrees, and reenters the bathroom to get ready. Michael goes to the window and looks out onto the street. Father Dow is standing across the street, staring up at the window. Without saying goodbye to Kyle, Michael races out of the room.

Outside, Michael rushes towards Dow. Dow tries to get away, but is no match. Michael confronts him, demanding to know why the priest has been following him since he came to Oakwood. Dow smugly replies that he has been keeping an eye on Michael for much longer than the past few days. Michael demands an explanation, and Dow says that he will explain, only if Michael agrees to calm down.

Dow is from a special sect of investigators from Rome. This group has received letters from Michael’s mother Gertrude, seeking answers to her son’s ‘strange ability’. The Church ordered an investigation, and have been watching Michael’s progress. They sent Dow to Oakwood to recruit Michael for their organization.

Michael explodes, telling Dow that no matter what he claims his mother did, or whatever his story was, Michael would never work for the Church that condemns ‘people like me’ to hell. He will never work for a corporation that is responsible for the most bloodshed in the name of God throughout history.

Dow cuts Michael off, asking him if he has heard of a recent earthquake in Cairo, and that the earthquake and the events in Oakwood are only the beginning. He says that they need to work together if humanity is to survive what is coming. He also offers to tell Michael who his real father was, a man Michael never had known, and Gertrude had always refused to tell him.

Disgusted with the ploy, Michael tells Dow to shove his offer and to stay away from him, or else Michael will go against the Church himself. Michael storms off and Dow immediately takes out his cell phone. He hurriedly informs the receiver “We have a major complication.”

At the hospital, Claire persuades a nurse to let her go, even though it is against the hospital protocol. She needs to find both her husband, and Michael Hutchinson.

Meanwhile, Michael storms through the cemetery, shouting for Gertrude to show herself! OAM appears instead, pleading with Michael to calm down. He tells Michael that he has to stop focusing his life on the dead. “You live amongst the living. You must accept that responsibility.” Michael tells him that he can do nothing until he knows the truth.

Michael continues to search for his mother and finally, Gertrude appears. Michael demands answers from her. Answers about the priest, about his father, and about his identity. She informs him that she is not allowed to answer all of his questions. She tells him that his father was a great warrior, a line Michael had heard once too often. He confesses to her that he doesn’t know who he is. That everyone close to him ends up dead. That he’s a shell of himself. Vacant. She tries to get him to calm down, and he snaps at her, wanting to know why they let him come back knowing that the demon killed Jennifer just to make him come home.

Gertrude informs him that the demon did not kill Jennifer to bring him back, but she thinks that it has something to do with Rick, who is now missing. She tells her son to look around him and notice how no one in the town seems to care much about the murder. That they are acting strangely. Not themselves. The demon is responsible, but she does not know what he is planning.

Michael fears that he’s not strong enough to fight the demon. Gertrude tells him that he has to believe in himself again. The courage and strength comes from inside. She tells him he needs to use his gifts.

Suddenly, police sirens wail.

Outside the cemetery, Thomas, along with Richen and other officers, announce their presence and that they are entering the cemetery to search for Michael Hutchinson, wanted for the murder of Jennifer Suttler and the disappearance of Rick.

OAM tells Michael to run, but Gertrude has another plan. She knows that there is no place to run to, but she also knows of a place where her son can hide. OAM begins to protest the idea, cautioning her that she is getting to involved with the living when she snaps at him “He’s my son, Brian! I don’t care what the laws state!”

She leads her son to a mausoleum, where she tells him to hide, while she and Brian will keep watch. Once alone, Michael is struck on the head. He turns to see Rick, veins glowing. Rick lunges at Michael, knocking him to the ground, smacking his head on a rock. Michael winces his eyes and when he opens them, Rick is gone.

In his place stand Reichen and Thomas, their guns pointed towards him. “You are under arrest!”

At the police station, news reporters and citizens align the street to get a glimpse of Michael as they bring him in. Thomas and other officers push Michael through the crowd. Claire arrives and pleads with Reichen to release Michael. Reichen holds her back, telling her that ‘the faggot murdered your sister-in-law, and possibly your husband”. Claire refuses to believe him, but is helpless.

Meanwhile, Gertrude, OAM, and other Phantoms also watch the scene. WOAM questions what they are to do now. At that moment, they are surrounded by a white glow. A Man steps from the light and the light folds itself into the man’s flesh. Gertrude smiles. OAM asks “What is that?” She replies simply, “That’s Michael’s father.”

Kyle drives along the highway, listening to music. Suddenly, the music in interrupted by a special news bulletin relating that Michael Hutchinson has been arrested and charged with two counts of murder. Kyle immediately stops the car, cursing himself for leaving Michael alone. He goes to turn the car back on when Rick appears in the passenger seat, and blocks him. Kyle demands to know who his is and Rick replies “I’m the Devil.”

The next day, Claire goes to the police station. She is confronted by Sarah. Claire asks to speak to Sarah in private, luring her into Rick’s office. Once behind closed doors, Claire informs Sarah that she is aware of her husband’s affair, and that she also believes that Sarah knows where Rick is. Reichen opens the door and demands that Sarah leaves them alone. He questions Claire about her motive for coming to the station. Claire tells him that she has had a change of heart. She agrees that Michael killed Jennifer and has kidnapped Rick, though she is uncertain that he killed him yet. She asks to speak with Michael to try to get the answer out of him.

Reichen plays along for a moment, then attacks her, knocking her down and handcuffing her. He drags her body through the office towards the door, where Sarah, covered in blood is waiting for them. They share a bloody kiss, and he tells her “We have work to do.”

Michael is alone in his empty cell. Richen and another officer arrive and taunt him, laughing and screaming through the bars. Michael, bruised and beaten, is silent. Suddenly, the ground begins to quake beneath them. Reichen questions the prisoner if this is his doing. Michael, just as shocked as the officers, replies that he is not responsible. He tries to stand but is knocked down to the floor. He lays their motionless. Reichen smirks, telling the other officer that “It has begun”.

The quake is over. An eerie silence and stillness fills the area. Reichen tells the officer to follow him. The officer questions what to do about Michael. Reichen tells him not to worry. The only place Michael is going to is his grave.

In the streets, people panic as police officers begin to march towards Market Street Square. When the pedestrians run to them for help, the officers toss them out of the way as if they were rag dolls. The Phantoms stand and watch, helpless. A young Phantom asks OAM and Gertrude what is happening. OAM responds “Simply a demon pretending to be one of the gods.”

In the cell, Michael opens his eyes to see the floor no longer concrete, but made of grass and leaves. He is in the garden of his dreams. He hears voices, and sees the humanoid figures once again. They speak their names, and mention to him that ‘This is the past’ They circle Michael as the trees begin to bend and twist, solidifying and turning into walls. The beings continue to speak. “The Host has betrayed us. The Host has abandoned you. The Heavens are vacant.”

A ball of light appears and the rest of the world is lost in shadow. From the light, the Man appears, and asks: “Do you understand now, son?” He reaches out and clasps Michael by the hand.

Michael sees flashes of men and women flying through the air, the humanoid beings locked away in the garden, a vibrant Gertrude making love with his Father, Michael’s birth, the OAM outside his childhood window, the earthquake in Cairo, and once again the humanoid creatures flying through the air, stretching out long leathery wings.
Michael’s father informs him that he has much to accomplish, and that he has no choice but to follow his destiny.
In the cell, Michael’s eyes dart open. He sits up, feeling no pain. His wounds and flesh are completely healed. Suddenly, the cell wall bursts apart, revealing the night outside. Michael races out of the cell.

He runs towards the noise at the square, and OAM tries to stop him. “You’re not ready! You can’t do this alone!” Michael tells him that he has to do it alone. Only he can stop the demon.

As he nears the square, fire geysers erupt from the surrounding manholes. Michael cries out for the demon to show itself. Instead of the demon, Rick emerges from one of the geysers. He attacks Michael, sending him into the air and onto his back. Rick makes his way towards him when he is stopped by Daemon who stands a few meters away. The demon explains that he wants to enjoy Michael’s suffering.

Michael confronts him, demanding to know what he is doing, and what he wants in Oakwood. The demon replies that every god needs a place, a home. Michael informs the demon that he is not a god.

In response the demon quakes the ground and it splinters apart, the concrete rising into the fiery air, forming a make-shift structure. “Welcome to my kingdom” the demon states, then orders Rick to Bring Michael below. Michael stands his ground and refuses to let Rick near him.

To persuade him to cooperate, Daemon makes a motion, and Reichen and Sarah enter the square. Sarah holds a chain that is collared to a beaten and semi-conscious Kyle. Reichen carries an unconscious Claire over his shoulder.

Michael’s eyes glaze over with fire, and the demon, intrigued, walks towards him. As he passes Rick, he tells Rick to lead the others below. Suddenly, a cloaked figure darts through the fiery wall.

It is Dow, and he immediately pounces upon the demon, reciting the Roman Catholic exorcism rites. The demon is amused as the priest screams “I cast you out! I cast YOU OUT!” The demon simply replies that he is not one of the fallen. He chose to leave the heavens, then takes a chunk of the priests flesh and eats it. Michael yells for him to stop, and the demon quickly kills the priest, and faces his enemy. “I like to watch you squirm” he tells him.

The demon orders Rick to kill Claire. Reichen drops her, as Rick approaches. Michael screams out that he’s the one Rick really wants. It’s not Claire. Rick moves towards Michael instead and the demon forces him to go back towards Claire. Michael tries to run towards her, but Reichen grabs hold of him, lifting his feet off the ground. Claire pleads with Rick to spare her life and he takes her in her arms and kisses her. As he does so, he shoves a knife up inside of her body. He drops her onto the ground. Something snaps in him, and he whispers her name, staring down at her body.

Michael, thinking he has the upper hand, states “Your disciples are turning against you, demon.”

The demon immediately retaliates and motions his hand towards Rick. The demon’s veins jolt from his palm and pierce Rick’s flesh. The demon pulls his veins back and Rick’s body crashes down on top of his wife.

Sarah drags Kyle over to Daemon and Michael screams again. Daemon goes to kill Kyle, but then stops, revealing that he won’t kill Michael’s boyfriend. But then again, he realizes that Kyle wasn’t, and couldn’t, be Michael’s lover, because the demon took care of Michael’s only love years before, and sent Michael running away, where he should have stayed.

The demon asks Michael if he’d like the chance to see Josh once again. Michael pleads with him to let him go, and not to do what he knows the demon is going to do. The demon laughs. Using his veins, he brings Josh back from the dead.

Michael is in tears. Josh stares at him and asks what’s happening. Michael begs the demon to end it, to let him go. Reichen drops Michael, and the demon tells him to come and collect his one true love. Michael can’t move, as Josh continues to question. Michael just looks at him and says that he is sorry. The demon says “You don’t want him then?” and raises his hand to the side of Josh’s head. Josh pleads for Michael to help him. Michael can’t even look. Josh screams as the demon pierces his temple.

Michael looks up as Josh’s body disintegrates into thin air. He howls, hunches over, and cries out in agony. The demon laughs as Michael’s body begins to pulsate. Suddenly, two leathery wings rip through Micahel’s back.

The demon is cautious, confused and astonished. “What are you, boy?”

Michael’s wings flap, lifting him off the ground. He charges towards the demon. They clash in the air. The demon gloats that he can not be killed, and the two fight in the air, surrounded by the flames from the geysers. Michael eventually pins the demon to the erected concrete wall with one of his wings.
For the first time, the demon looks nervous. “Time to say ‘goodbye’” Michael exclaims, holding onto the demons body with his hands and slicing his wings through the demon’s flesh.

The demon falls to the ground in pieces. Michael collapses to the ground, his wings retracted, unconscious. The fires burn out, and a calm sets in over the scene.

Michael’s father appears and forces Kyle awake. He motions him towards Michael’s body. “He needs some comfort now”.

Both the living and the dead gather on the square, attempting to make sense of all that had happened. In the center of all of them lays Michael Hutchinson.

THE END

Blue Light Special, or I mean, Twilight Special Review

2009-03-30T05:25:00.000-07:00

Okay, so i meant to have seen AHIC this weekend, to either confirm or not confirm my pre-viewing review. The thing is, i had waiting till the final showing of the night on Saturday hoping to avoid the damn children (hello, PG-13!). but alas, it was sold out!!! Note to self: check box office returns.

So, yesterday, after attening an interesting (thats the best word to describe it) several hours long meeting of local community folk, my own straight female Mr. Besnon, we'll call her Ms. B, and myself watched the film Twilight, based on the first of four novels in a series by Stephenie Meyer. (As another note, Ms. B is currently working on a coffee table book for her friends, who run the ViewPoint Inn, where the anti-climatic prom was filmed...and with that said, onto the review!! (And note, i have not read the books, at all)

Okay, so we have Twilight, which, for the record, wasn't my personal brand of cocaine (To paraphrase one of the supposedly famous and most popular lines from the film.

In order for me to not go off on tangents (okay, not that many,) let me break this down into sections. The film will recieve one cock per section.

the breakdown will be as follows
ACTING
SCRIPT
DIRECTION
MUSIC
Make-Up/Sfx

So, the most this film could earn is five cocks. Okay? Lets rumble.

ACTING:

The film stars Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan, a teenage girl who falls in love with vampire Edward Cullen, portrayed by Robert Pattinson. These two actors faces have been plasted everywhere for the past however many months now, and the film is mostly about the two of them, though I must say, it's sad when the main stars and focus of a film are more banal, interesting and charasmatic than an actress who appears in the film for, i don't know, ten minutes, top.

Let's talk about Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan. I am not sure what direction the director Catherine Hardwicke gave the young actress, if any direction at all, with the exception of the following "play the conflicted troubled teen-ager". Ms. Stewart delivered the same facial expressions, vocal tones, and body language throughout the entire film duration, practically. There was one moment i noticed a smile. And that was when she was in her boyfriend's bedroom, and he was trying to swirl her and dance. The smile and glimpse of emotion was only that though, and then she was back to "i don't dance", and ms. brooding troubled teenager. The boyfriends response was to jump out the window (I've been there bro). Too bad he took her with him. (Although he does call her about 30 seconds later a Monkey Spider. My, how terms of endeament have changed...

now, about the boyfriend, aka vampire named Edward Cullen...with the material he was given, you could see that Mr. Pattinson tried his damndest to do a good job, and for the most part, behind the glitter, and the coif hair, and the white powdered make-up, and in spite of having to call his co-star a spider monkey and make a similarity between her and cocaine. The actor definitely has talent. Was he perfectly cast? No, though i don't think many were. Still, he handles the physicality of the character well, and even handles the script hurdles that he's give. I think he's a young actor who will continue to grow...

The best acting in the film, in my opinion, however, belonged to Rachelle Lefèvre as Victoria, the vampire with the most life, even though the final scene cliff-hanger was anything but. When Victoria was on screen i actaully wanted to know more about her. Which is lacking with the rest of the cast, with the exception fo Bella's Father, played by Billy Burke, who pulls off the stache very very well!!!

Amongst the other actors, and their characters...
I was kind of insulted when i saw the immediate feminne stereotype of the gay guy who clings to Bella as soon as she arrives at the school, only to be more insulted to find out that the character is supposed to be straight. COME ON MARY!!!!! Please!!!! You should run for the Musical!!!

As far as the vampire family was concerned, i dont know anyones name except short haired Alice, who could read the future, but for the film, was reading the scenes directly before her lol.

Oh, and the dark haired brother, in my book, was more alluring than Mr. Edward, but sadly we only get to see him play family football in a thunder storm (I kid you not)

So, with the possibilty of one cock for this category, i give it 1/2 a cock. (I can't give the actors no cock because, frankly, i don't think they had any direction, or any helpful direction, in any case)

Moving on to the Script.

Melissa Anne Rosenberg. I have to admit that I'm a fan. From Ally McBeal, to Dexter, and yes, Dark Skies. I had read that an inspiration for the script came from Brokeback Mountain. Okay, interesting...but with her former credits, she is a writer who has wit, and zap, and a bold style. Which, sadly, has been lost here, but that's not her fault, and i don't discredit her. Here, she was working on an adaptation of the novel. The weak story had already been put down, and Rosenberg had to deal with what she was dealt. And no i haven't read the book, but i didn't dislike the dialogue all that much, although some of it i found out was directly lifted from the novel itself. And that's not Rosenberg's fault. The cocaine reference and spider monkey refernce, included. So, I have to give the screenplay, being a solid backbone for the film, 1 COCK.

OH the Direction, the direction. If i could give negatives I would certainly do so here. It is often said that a film is made in the editing, and for the most part I largly agree. But, issue number one has to be that the director has given somethign to the editors to work with. Sadly, this is not the case of Ms. Hardwicke. First off, what is with the obsession of the saturation of the cool colors of the color palette? Please, there is no reason for everything to be blues, and greens. There was one scene where Bella, wearing a blue sweater, was laying on a blue comforter, surrounded by blue pillows and deep purple pillows...ENOUGH OF THE BLUE!!!! Where was the red???? Where was the life??? Too much color saturation!

When dealing with high drama, which a teenaged-vampire cum first love story ultimately is, the director needs to understand and work in that medium. In this story, so much dealling with internal emotions, the director must direct the actors on how to emote those emotions and illustrate them. I've seen actors better directed in a local dinner theatre.

Ms. Hardwicke is also a lover of huge, establishing aireal shots, and camera rotations, which are usually used for establishing a location where the characters then take center stage for the drama. But not in Twilight. lol Filmed mostly on locations, which are beautiful, esp. the ViewPoint Inn, we understand the beauty of the landscape. Ms. Hardwicke seems to, instead of focusing the attention of the audience on the actors for a pivotal scene, in the middle of intimate dialogue, pulls the camera back to show the lake, or the trees! WHAT???? ARRE YOU DOING???? This isn't Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!!! This is an emotional love story. You are distracting and taking away from any emotion!!!

Now, i will say that i have yet to direct a feature film, but i have directed several works in the difficult and cut throat NYC market. Now, inevitably, some folk would and do walk out of my pieces of Theatre. They call it disgusting, horrific, onscene. Others, stay and cheer and what have you. One thing that is certain, however, is that no one leaves the theatre feeling indifference, which is exactly how i felt after viewing Twilight. Indifferent.

And this was, even after the supposed cliff hanger, of my horror vamp Victoria watching the young lovers from afar as they embraced (and after they killed the vamp's lover, i guess he was that. He put his arm around her once). I wanted to feel like, yeah bitch. You're gonna get them!!! Can't wait until the sequel!!!

I actually felt like, oh well. No biggie. Immediately followed by "They need a new director, please, for the sequel."

No cocks for Direction, I'm sorry.

Now onto the MUSIC. Again, uninspired, unmoving, unemotional. Forgettable. No cocks.

Finally, the Make-up/Sfx.

Okay, make-up first!!! What is with the white powered, crazy hair, overall vampire look???? Too obvious. Too ridiculous. too distracting!!!
And what was with Bella's make-up? She's not a vampire yet, people!!! If Tim Burton, a brilliant director, had penned this, i could understand the actors looking like they stepped out of Edward Scissorhands or Sweeney Todd Land. But, he didn't direct this. Nor was he in charge of the make-up. But oh, if he did....that would be a film!!!

Now, specical effects. Okay. The trree jumping/flying was very well done. The fight scenes, albeit short, well done.

The special effects used on the vamp in sunlight, looked nothing more than glitter!!! What was that??? It could have been more effective if in fact the used glitter. Believe, me ive been there. It works wonders in the sun!!! And im sure Mariah Carey wouldn't mind. But perhaps thats more make-up dept. than special effects, though it was done optically in post. (Who knows the money spent on the bullshit job)

So, the special effects get 1/2 cock.

To make it official:
ACTING 1/2 cock
SCRIPT 1 cock
DIRECTION 0 cock
MUSIC 0 cock
Make-Up/Sfx 1/2 cock

So, Twilight will receive a review of 2 cocks.

To end this blog, here is a photo of a vampire that i, myself, find, irrestiable. Then again, its just me ;-)

More blogging later today. Peace

Friday: The Haunting In Connecticut Pre-Viewing Review lol

2009-03-27T06:58:00.000-07:00

Happy Friday everyone! (okay, happy friday to my one and loyal follower lol)

As we are all aware, due mostly to the bombardment of commercial space that Lionsgate has purchased, today marks the release of "The Haunting in Connecticut", the film "Based On A True Story" blah blah blah blah.

I have decided to something interesting. I am writing a review before I see the film. Then, When i have seen the film, I'll see if I was right or not. Sounds like a good idea to me. Who knows?

The story of "THIC" is not new to me, as I had seen, several times in fact, the 2002 documentary on the subject. Now, from what I recall about that documentary its about Karen and Paul Parker mostly. Paul is suffering from cancer, and Karen, being the devoted mother, moves he and the rest of the cookie cutter broke family into a bargain home in Connecticut that was once a funeral parlor. In fact, the equipment and stuff are still in one of the basement rooms. And of course, Paul just falls in love with having his own space that he chooses the basement to move into! Of course it doesn't take long for stangeness to go a bumpin in the night, and then Paul begins seeing this guy, and it was then that the documentary really piqued my interest.

Okay, now not only is this man or demon spooky, but hell, he's kind of hot in a white-faced, black eyes kind of way. lol Actually, the documentary itself was spooky. Even with the ludicrious involvement of the damn Warrens.

Oh, let me just say something about the Warrens. A town very close to where I grew up is called West Pittston. In that town is a family known as The Smurls. They claimed Haunting, the Warrens came a runnin. Fox made a TV film about it "Haunted". There were books. And ghost rape became table discussion. Now, i have met several of the Smurls, and do I agree with their story? Even though i would love to? Not quite. Do I feel the Warrns involvement immediately increases validity? Um no, although i have never met the Warrens in person, so who knows?

It seems i am not the only doubter in this matter. Back to the Conneciticut folks...author Ray Garton was hired to create a novel based on the facts of the Funeral Parlor/Haunting in Connecticut/My son has canser saga. The result, A Dark Place, says some interesting things, most notably that the family itself couldn't agree on one singular story, and that the Warrens were instigators in the genesis of the story...which brings me, FINALLY, to my pre-viewing Review of the new 2009 theatrical release of "The Haunting in Connecticut". Drum roll please...

First thing to notice is the marketing campaign. This film has been everywhere. For months. Which means that it probably will be lackluster at best. Although i do have some hopes. Second thing to notice is the MPAA rating for the film. PG-13. A film about a cancer patient, spooky house, funeral home, possible possession, meant to scare you...of course it's PG-13. Which really means it's been dumbed down, hollywoodized, and truncated to appeal to the teenie boppers on their dates. I'm a firm believer in R Rated horror. Don't get me started on what Lionsgate did with "The Midnight Meat Train"! The horror that I write is definitelly R-rated, or sometimes X-rated lol material. I just don't understand how someone is wiling to take the edge off a good scare in order to make it PG-13. That's mostly due to the suits rather than the creative types. (Which ive been personally dealing with the past few months, but thats another blog)

So, we have the marketing campaign. The rating... But wait!! What's this??? Starring Virginia Madsen? Holy frack! I will never forget the image of her in Bernard Rose's 'Candyman', where she appears in the mirror "What's the Matter, Trevor? Scared of something?"

I have to admit that I love Virginia Madsen! And the fact that she's returning, kinda, to horror, gives me hope. I know she won't have a half-ass performance. She's a theatre trained actress (YES!) and she's not the typical hollywood leading lady. I just love her and here she plays the mother figure...which brings us too.

Elias Koteas

Again, along with Virginia, I love me some Mr. Koteas. Often considered to be a rougher, edgier Christopher Meloni (Whom i also stalk, i mean admire), i became entranced with Elias Koteas when i saw him in David Cronenberg's Crash. In that film, highly underappreaciated i still believe, he has what may be the hottest gay sex scene in the world, with none other than James Spader himself!

Spit on your hand, lube up, and tell me that you love me, Elias!!!

In "THIC" he plays a priest. Hmmm? Homage to Jason Miller, perhaps? (Who, coincidentally, lived in my hometown neck of the woods and would frequent the local playhouses yippee) Even so, troubled, self-haunted priest played by the troubled, self-haunted, smoldering Elias!!! Sign me up!!! Give me an exorcism!!! Save me!!!

So, on the merit of Ms. Madsen, Mr. Koteas, and the documentary demon man, so far so good...oops...what's that, you say? how could i forget...

there's the cancer ridden teenaged son, who, in THIC is played by Karl Gallner. Now, hmmm...the story of the Amityville Horror saga also involved a teenaged, boy...again, with the Warrens involved. This boy was possessed, and the story of the possession was used in the aptly titled film "Amityville Horror II: The Possession" (Gee, how creative.) The boy in that film was played by Jack Magner. Lets, for the sake of it, do a little comparison of the two, shall we???

First off, it's Kyle...

Now onto Jack...

See any resemblances here? I know that I do...

Im not going to get into the cliches i think will exist in the film due to hollywood.
Creeky doors prob. Bloody walls? prob. Little friggin dead children? probably.

Its all been done before and i challenge this film to show me something different.

So, my review based on the above, is 3 out of 5 cocks, with both Ms. Madsen and Mr. Koteas earning a cock on their own merit... So, take them out of the picture, and i'd give it a 1 cock pre-review rating...

In the Spirit of the Warrens, and Haunted houses, and hot men in horror films, this blog is ending with a picture of a hot bearded Ryan Reynolds in the Remake of the Amityville Horror. (Just had to do it)

Enjoy! Split me like a log, Daddy!!!

As always,

Peace...stay tuned for the post-viewing review of "THIC" this weekend

Just

Personal History of Midget Phobia

2009-03-25T07:16:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone, I'm midget phobic. Tis true, tis true. The point is that yes, they make me pass out. Literally. And Ive passed out close to a dozen times because of them. Now a disclaimer: I know that there is nothing wrong with them. Im sure they are wonderful people, and i agree they deserve respect and equality (I wouldn't ever think of tossing one of em, i mean, please!) but that doesn't stop me from having nightmares of them eating their way through the back of my knee cap. (They are sneaky like that, you know?)

And yes, i have mentioned the phobia to a therapist. And yes, she is no longer my therapist. Fill in the blank, if you will.

I've pondered the midget phobia a lot recently, mainly because of the party i threw for St. Patrick's Day, when i hired two strippers. (THATS ANOTHER BLOG IN AND OF ITSELF) Well, my lovely friends went out of their way to try to find a midget stripper (A hairy one at that). Thank god they were all books as Leprochauns or what have you. I would have been pissed!!!! oh, and i would have passed out.

So, i often get asked what is the orgin of this phobia. I can honestly say i have no idea. And i often place blame on Cookie (my maternal parental unit)I have a really sharp memory for things, and yet, i remember going to a circus once as a child yet don't remember anything about the experience. I'm guessing that they forced me into one of those buggy cars with them or something horribly dramatic. And now i can't even watch TLC because of the contant damn commercials for that frigging Little People in a Big World thing. the white background of the commercial. The father with his crutches,...its almost too much.

The first major passing out experience took place in September of 1997. The exact location was Colliseum Book Store on 57th and Broadway. I had decided it would be cheaper to buy college text books there than at the University book store, and so there i was ,books in hand, on route to the cash register. I was walking down the aisle and directly in front of me a woman was knelt down looking at the bottom shelf of books. She wore a gray peacoat and also had about three of those Macy's Big Bags with her. Frankly, she was taking up the whole damn aisle. I stopped, and waited at first. Nothing. She didn't even notice me. (Mr Celophane that i am). I said "Excuse me." she said nothing. Finally, she tilted her head up towards me. I said "Please, can I help you up." and extended my hand down to her. Well, she didn't like that. "I am up, asshole!" she stated, then immediatelly wobbled away. She wasn't kneeling!!!!! She was that friggin short!!!! I mean, she looked completely normal!!! Well, next thing i know i am staring up at the ceiling's cancer lights. Next moment i am being loaded onto the strecher for the ambulance. I was completely mortified...

About a year and a half later, my partner and I, along with some of his friends, were travelling from the Piers after viewing the fireworks, back uptown. The subway was overflowing with people, and i managed somehow, to reach and find a pole to hold onto, with my legs spread apart for balance. The rest of the crew were behind me and all of the sudden started laughing. I assumed it was because i was standing like i was in line to get whipped. I was wrong. Joe gets my attention and motions me to look down...A Fracker managed to be sitting, yes SITTING, in between my legs, also holding onto the pole. It looked up and smiled, and waved...and down i went. On the crowded train...

it was at this moment that i realized that the first passing out wasn't a fluke, and that i may have an issue. Okay, several issues, but you get my point. It's like they find me now. Like there's some secret midget phone or something. They are everywhere!!!!

If i even see one i hyperventalate. Its that bad...and again, i reitierate, im sure they're nice people...they simply scare the pants off of me.

Just last month, one of them entered the office where i worked. I ended up on the ground, shaking and whiter than white, not able to talk, and by body convulsing...

I mean, hello! Why won't they just leave me alone?!?!

I'm getting better though, so don't worry. I managed to sit through the first season of Carnivale (Although at times, i watched the midget through my fingers) I am able to look at pictures, for the most part...and I'll even post one here. Just for my own therapeutic reasons.

What do you think? Don't you agree that, yeah, kinda scary?

Hump Day Musings

2009-03-25T06:46:00.000-07:00

Happy Hump Day all!

Let's see. Its been a while, hasn't it? Where to begin???
Well, tomorrow is my recap blogs and thoughts on Survivor and the Finale and Reunion of RuPaul's Drag Race! lol And possibly Dollhouse. lol

Let's take it back to last night, shall we?

I did something that even surprised me. I went, willingly (for the most part) to a bar called bump (lowercase b). Okay, its more like a restaurant/lounge. I had been there once or twice before, and didn't enjoy it at all. Okay, it sucked. Just not my thing.

Last night, however, was different. I went with one of my BFFs, and we met friends of hers (Who were actually married by Quakers in the place< cool, right?) These are my kind of folks. And the place, well, it was not that bad. In fact, I had a lot of fun. (Of course the martini special helped things along) lol

The interesting thing was listening to K (bff's) retelling of her dating experiences. Especially considering that many of the guys would give her a gift on the last day they saw her. One guy gave her a body bag!!! (I KID YOU NOT! HOW FRACKIN Cool is that!!!)

K has a thing for men in Uniform, as do we both. And she actually has a large roster. I think the two of us should write a dating disaster book together. We can even call it "oops, i crapped my pants- Dating dont's" or something. I think its a seller.

Oh, before I forget...

its officially spring and yet its like 30 degrees. i personally blame Al Gore. Just because.

Yes, my mood is funky today. Not really sure why. It just is. It may be because I finally joined Facebook yesterday. First MySpace then fetlife and now Facebook. Interesting. I feel im becomming more conservative in some way. Perhaps its old age.

Speaking of age!!!! I am still saddended about Natasha Richardson. I met her a few times during her stint at Studio 54 when she was in Cabaret. She was a talent! And a very gracious, intelligent actress! The Entertainment Industry has lost a great artist. My heart still goes out to all her friends and family.

WEll, that's it for now... ill write more later. Before I go, this blog is brought to us today by thig guy!!! Cuff Me

Catching Up...

2009-03-16T05:18:00.000-07:00

Happy Monday folks!

There's a lot of catching up to do, since it's been a few days, since i've posted a new blog here.

There was Friday night, which saw me at a poker game putting on my best poker face (and no, i don't play poker) which was overall a fun few hours. I saw some folks i hadn't seen for a while. FF was there with me which was amazing watching her parallel park in a south philly alleyway. lol After some chit chat, a few cigarettes, and one Rum jello-shot (reminder to myself- no more rum jello shots)we were off to the northeast where we went to Alfie's where i am hosting the Envy party tomorrow...

it was an interesting night there as well, esp. due to the fact that a player who one played me (What can i say? He looks like Chris Meloni) tried to play me again lol. Lets just say i took what i wanted from him and sent him on his merry horned-up way. Ah...payback.

While at the bar i did manage to figure out my lighting scheme and plan for the party, which includes 3 hours of strippers!! Whoowhoo!!! Ambiance and atmosphere are huge for me when creating an event. And this one is going to be a challenge. My theatrical directior and designer skills will definitely come into play in this design.

Saturday was a day of rest, and shopping for supplies. Okay, more shopping for supplies than rest lol. It was also a day i got to spend with my leather family as we went about town trying to find everything I needed for my party (yes, i obsess). Of couse, as i write this, there is still more that i want to pick up.

I spent the night at their house sat night and had a Night Terror around 2:40am! I screamed so loud that i woke them up (They were upstairs, i was down) That hasn't happened in a while. Pretty freaky.

Yesterday i caught up on some episodes i missed of US of Tara, which is an AMAZING series!!!! Again, more shopping. This time at, gulp, a MALL. Now i'm not a huge mall fan, and dreaded it. Before we entered i told B "Get ready for the kids screaming and the people who don't know how to walk!" He was like , it's not going to be like that. I made him a bet. I won.

The highlight of the Mall excruiating experience was Spensor's, where I found the perfect tshirt for the party tomorrow, and a poster for True Blood. Im a geek.

Last night was hit the bed early night. Lots on my mind today. Very busy. Work is already giving me a headache. Im thinking about the network possible deal,im thinking about the party lol...and im thinking about this guy!!! Mr. Jason Statham. One of my Top Ten!!

Cuff Me Please, Officer

2009-03-11T05:24:00.000-07:00

Happy Hump Day everyone!
Today's blog, respectfully, is about my fascination and major attraction to Police Officers (one of the many reasons for my nickname "Hate Crime Waiting To Happen"). Now, I am not taling about Dennis Franz or your basic Dunkin Donuts Police Officer, I'm Talking About that Hot, and he knows it, piece of Officer who you just know and wish to have use his handcuffs and night stick on you. You know, like this guy!!!

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Okay, okay, i know that this guy's probably not an actual Officer of the Law, but last night, I met one of them IN Person.

Here's the lowdown.

After chicken fingers and Paul Simon songs at Chickie and Pete's, my friend Ms. J (We'll call her) and I journied to the local bar for 'alternative night'. It's always an experience, to be sure. Well, we, Ms. J if you're Nasty and I are outside smoking when da da dum.....this is what walks in.

About 5'10" of prime ribbed beefcake.

Black boots.
Tight blue Jeans ("Thats the best ass I've ever seen in this bar", Ms. J drooled)
Tucked in White T-Shirt
Keys hanging on the Left (Hello, top!!!)
black Leather Jacket
And he was SMOKING!!!!

My jaw and tongue literally hit the floor. This gentleman was right up there with Pierce and Hugh and Jason and (yes, im on first name basis with my celeb fantasies). So, we went back inside and he was directly across from us!!! So, what do you think we did? We played the "My team or your team game!"

He was dressed as the perfect week-day Leatherman!!! And his eyes, OMG his eyes, I knew it was too good to be true. Well, after a few minutes, we think he leaves...I get bummed. Ms. J tells me to snap out of it.

When she next accompanies me outside to indulge in my nicotine addiction and fetish, well, wouldn't you know it? Mr. Beefcake himself is out there smokin away and talking on his mobile!!!!!

We gawk and comment, and i giggle like a lil girl (im not obvious, am i?) when the next thing we know, he asks us a question. (hes still on the phone) I will not go into detail about the conversation but here are the facts.

1. I lost. He's straight (DUH)
2. He was on the phone with a woman, a very hot woman he's recently been acquainting himself with. (HELLO, you lucky lady!!!)
3. He did not know it was gay night, yet is very open. (He even boasted about his abs, and YES even let me feel them through his T-shirt. I MELTED LIKE A BIG STICK of BUTTER on a 110 Degree Day)
4. He's an Officer of the Law. Yup. An Actual suit wearin, billy club and cuff carrying COP!!!!

I AM IN LOVE!!!!

I asked him personally to attend a party im throwing at the bar next Tues for St. Pat's day. He assured me that he will stopby after he gets off work and the gym.

Although there will be strippers at the party, MR. OFFICER will be the Man of the Hour. Hell, at least he's amazing eye candy. And nice to boot (Then again, we were so busy feeding his ego, of course he enjoyed it)

Lets just say I went to bed with a smile on my face, and woke up with...well, you get the picture.

I will have another blog later in the day, after i have some more coffee and cigarettes.

It is Hump Day, after all ;-)

Fiction: Dominion: Prologue. Cuthbert's Final Shower

2009-03-10T12:13:00.000-07:00

So intent was Timothy Cuthbert on finding the fabled Dominion that he walked the City’s shadows for endless hours, searching everywhere for a sign of its existence. Dominion, where every twisted and carnal fantasy was promised. Dominion, where only the most hard-core players were welcomed. Dominion, where there were truly no limits.

Sure, he had heard the stories. There wasn’t a single player within the city who hadn’t heard some of the rumors circulating about the mysteries and pleasures that only Dominion could offer, and Cuthbert was determined to crack those mysteries and experience those pleasures for himself. The problem was this: Dominion had no address. None of his circle of friends had ever been inside its doors, and he hadn’t a clue to the club’s whereabouts. All of this frustrated Cuthbert for months, clouding his mind at his mid-town office so much that a constant bead of sweat permeated his forehead. Cuthbert had become not only curious, but obsessed with Dominion, and had reached his breaking point.

So, with steadfast purpose, he took to the darkest and least traveled alleyways and shadowed streets the City had to offer, searching for a sign or clue that would ultimately lead him to his new-found obsession. The night went on, and Cuthbert’s determination began to wane. He found himself turning corners onto streets he’d sworn he’d been down before, and seeing sights and scent smells that seemed all too familiar to his senses. He faltered, tripping over his steel-toed boots every yard or so. His chest became heavy as he took deep breaths and journeyed onward, albeit slower than his mind willed his body to travel.

Turning onto a nameless street in the lower portion of the City, Cuthbert paused, leaning against a large, black concrete wall. He was a man who never gave up. A self-starter since the sperm penetrated the egg, Cuthbert had built himself around the motto “failure is not an option.” He had managed in his 36 years to become one of the leading entrepreneurs of the City, and built a lucrative and very extreme life for himself. But he suddenly found himself tired, and his mind began to give way to doubt. 'What am I doing?' he thought, 'There is no fucking Dominion.' He decided at that instant to give up. He would head home, get some rest, and go back to the office the next day. Regular. Normal. Banal. A carbon copy in the faceless world of Corporate America.

Suddenly,
“We’ve been expecting you Cuthbert."

Cuthbert cocked his head behind him towards the direction of the voice. He began to speak a sharp, wise-ass reply, when he saw the man who owned the deep and masculine words.
The man stood well over six feet, and his extremely muscular frame was trapped in a black leather uniform, tailored to fit his rippling muscles with perfection. He wore knee-high black leather boots, and a Master Cover was perched on his forehead. A lit cigar dangled from his lips, its smoke circling through the night in Cuthbert's direction.

The leatherman stood in the dark alley like an angel, though Cuthbert was sure the god this angel served was not Yahweh. “What’s the matter, faggot? Gagging on your tongue already?” he laughed, his deep voice slicing the silence.

“Can you take me to Dominion?” Cuthbert questioned, standing his ground and giving his best impersonation of machismo. “You’re here, faggot!” the man replied, patting his gloved hand against the solid concrete wall. The wall began to vibrate, and suddenly, a piece of the concrete separated. Cuthbert watched as a door formed out of nowhere and the wall began to open. Cuthbert's jaw dropped and eyes widened.

The man grinned in response, taking a long drag off his cigar.

Red light shone out the newly-made doorway, and highlighted the leather angel. His face flashed like a beast for a second. Did he have red eyes? Cuthbert caught himself staring at the man before him, and the leatherman puffed again on his cigar, sending a smoke ring in Cuthbert’s direction. The ring found its target, and surrounded Cuthbert's neck like a collar before vanishing into the blackness. “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to go inside?”

“This is Dominion?” Cuthbert questioned.
“What the fuck else would it be, you stupid cunt? Any more questions?”
Cuthbert was put in his place. “No Sir. Sorry Sir.”
“Go on in then. I don’t want to waste all night out here with you.”

Reluctantly, Cuthbert walked past the leatherman and stepped over the threshold of the door, into the red light. He suddenly stopped, and turned behind him. The leatherman had disappeared. There was no door. No exit; simply an iron wall. Cuthbert was trapped. I’m fine, this is just an illusion. Light and mirrors and shit.

Cuthbert found himself at the base of a long hall, at the end of which echoed the sighs and gasps of heavy play. He straightened himself out, and began to walk down the hallway. As he did so, the air became thicker and the stench of poppers and cum filled his nostrils. His cock couldn't help but react to the sex around him, making its presence known beneath Cuthbert's pants. He approached the end of the hallway and noticed a table set up on the left side. Behind the table was a short, perhaps 5’5” in height at most, thin man encased completely in rubber. No nostril slits, no mouth opening, no eye cut outs. Cuthbert stared at Rubber for several seconds before the small man spread his arms out over the table. Cuthbert looked down at the table. Hankies of every color and style were neatly laid out before him. Cuthbert looked towards the man. “You want me to pick one?”

Rubber nodded and took a step back, folding his arms behind him. Cuthbert gazed upon the plethora of options and finally took a yellow hanky into his hand. Rubber turned away from the table and motioned Cuthbert to journey on. Cuthbert obliged, and walked past, placing the hanky in his back right pocket. Another opening awaited him, and he stepped through, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and entered the heart of Dominion.

The inner chamber branched out into several hallways and rooms. SLAP! A boy was hung, naked, upside down on a wall, facing into the room blindfolded and gagged. Two leather-clad muscle men took turns lashing the boy’s chest and abs with a chain whip and single-tail, respectfully. An iron bucket was positioned directly below the boy as his blood trailed down his body towards it. Cuthbert’s heart began to thump as he felt the sweat build up beneath his leather shirt. The rumors are true. This is some heavy shit. He walked further into the chamber.
On his right, a bottom was getting double fisted by two Tops where was the Crisco? while his hands were clenched tight on a fourth man’s large nips. His face was red and sweat-covered.

A few yards ahead of him stood a Top in full uniform, armed with a taser, staring upward. Cuthbert glanced up himself at the boy who was suspended from the ceiling by chains and hooks, the hooks pulling at his hanging flesh. FLASH! The Top reached up towards the dangling boy, striking his thigh with the taser. The boy wailed in agony and the Top repeated the act once, twice, three times, each lash sending the boy into convulsions. The Top remained silent.

A large quaking sound echoed behind him and Cuthbert jumped. He looked back at a chamber outlined in yellow. The Chamber itself was small and narrow, and contained within it a ridge in the far wall, creating a standing shower with a glass door. Cautiously, Cuthbert stepped forward into the room, and towards his chosen fetish.

Walking towards the shower, Cuthbert noticed that there were glory holes within the iron wall. Three Rows of holes were positioned at crotch level, mouth level, and just below the 10 foot ceiling. Cuthbert stood outside the shower for a moment. The air was still and room silent. Then suddenly, a thick, veiny cock stuck its head out of one of the middle rows of holes. The cock pulsated, tempting Cuthbert to approach and partake of its nectar.

Let the adventure begin!

Cuthbert took his hands to his shirt, unzipping the front. “Don’t strip!” a masculine deep voice bellowed from above. “Just get to work.” Cuthbert took a deep breath and stepped into the shower. The cock in the glory hole waited patiently as Cuthbert approached it. The hole was conveniently positioned in direct level with his mouth. Cuthbert leaned in and gingerly kissed the pulsating cock head. He licked his lips, and took a whiff, taking in the sweet taste and smell of used cock. His own cock hardening, he opened his mouth and took the cock inside, sucking gently. Suddenly…WHOOSH! His mouth was filled with warm, bitter piss. Caught off guard, he jerked his mouth back, when he felt warmth on the back of his neck.

He glanced back, noticing a second cock, much thicker and darker than the first, extending from one of the holes behind him. He quickly opened his mouth and took the nectar of the dark chocolate god cock. WHOOSH! Three cocks appeared above him, unleashing their warm streams upon him.

Cuthbert, covered in a rain of piss, was in heaven! He closed his eyes and spread out his arms, welcoming the liquid. He pictured the men the cocks belonged to. Rippling with muscles. Strong and dominant. He would give himself to them fully. Or rather, they would choose to take him. On his knees, in a sling, bound and helpless. Cuthbert wanted to be the piss pig for all of them, individually and collectively. He fantasized drinking from a cigar Top's faucet while his ass was simultaneously filled. Two other tops pissing into each ear while more still wet his stomach and back.

As Cuthbert's mind wandered and his cock thickened with cum, a crank was turned and the glass door to the shower slammed shut. The crank was followed by a click as the door locked shut.
Cuthbert, of course, was oblivious. He was too busy showering in his gods piss. Each glory hole had a cock protruding through it. Cocks of every shape and size, and each one of them pissing towards him. For him. He stomped his boots in the yellow puddle that began to form on the stone floor. Urine splashed upon the glass door. Cuthbert was throbbing, his cock aching to explode. He flicked open his eyes.

He was alone. The glory holes were empty and he stood mid-calf deep in yellow piss. He glanced around him as the shower shook to the grinding of rusted metal. He panicked, reaching towards the shower door. He pushed against it to no avail. The grinding screeched above him and he glanced upwards. The stone ceiling parted in four directions, and a black chrome shower head slowly lowered itself. The shower head nearly took up the entire diameter of the space. Cuthbert's heart quickened and he cried out for help, pounding his fists against the glass door. He stumbled, falling down into the piss pool. Wiping the piss from his eyes he heard the grinding once again. He glanced upward as the shower switched on, and the piss poured down upon him in torrents. He tried to stand to get out of the way but the force was too much. The piss crashed into his body and he was thrust towards the glass door. Cuthbert pressed his hands and cheeks against the glass, held in place by the rushing torrent. The shower was filled about 4 feet and was filling fast.

Cuthbert glanced through the steamed glass at three figures that had appeared to watch him from the other side. The figures were no more than shadows, and Cuthbert squinted with his burning eyes to make out some semblance of form and flesh. The moment was short lived, however. The shower had filled up to his neck, and the force lifted his feet off the ground. He began to tread in the piss, attempting to grab onto the glory holes for support. As his hands raced across the walls, however, the glory holes were gone.

The piss continued to rise and Cuthbert made the most important decision of his life. He stopped treading with his feet. He stopped panicking with his hands. He looked up towards the shower head and opened his mouth, wide, the piss pouring inside it, filling his mouth until it overflowed. Cuthbert thought in a split second about his mundane life at the office. About his dreams, aspirations, and his quest for unbearable pleasure.

He realized that he had found it at Dominion and that he had no other choice than to surrender himself completely. His mind; body; soul and his life. He did not gasp for a final breath, but rather relaxed himself as the shower filled up over his face and head. He opened his eyes inside the yellowy liquid tomb and stared at the glass door. The three shadows waited patiently on the other side. Cuthbert would not have them wait much longer.

He opened his mouth, smiled and ejaculated. The piss, indeed, filled every orifice.

Once the shower had drained, the three workers opened up the glass door and went about their business of removing Cuthbert's bloated body. The largest of the three, wearing a black thong and pony bit, took Cuthbert in his muscular arms and exited the chamber into one of the hallways. The other two remained to clean up the shower chamber itself.

Rubber greeted a young male and female couple at the table, spreading his arms above the array of possibilities. The young couple giggled to themselves, the male clasping onto his mate's arm as he reached down and grabbed two grey hankies.

Outside Dominion, the leather angel lit a fresh cigar, and waited for the next customer to arrive. He grinned to himself. It was a good night.

And So it Begins...

2009-03-10T05:54:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone, and welcome to the first blog entry to Oops, I Crapped My Pants, where yours truly will reveal and talk about every and anything. (Remember, I don't judge i opinionate! And if you don't like it, well, you can just go crap your pants!

Speaking of crapping your pants, i realize that I picked a strange title for a blog. But seriously, it gets your attention, doesn't it? You're here. You're reading. It's all good. And, most importantly, we've all been there. Even though we may never claim to have been there in person, I am very well aware that each of us has had that moment...

You're sitting in the car, and feel a lil vibration down below...oops. I crapped my pants.
You're running to find a Barnes and Noble and just before you get there (it always happens like that)...oops. I crapped my pants.

Even i have had a moment like that. Though mine happened during a frightening encounter with a midget (phobic here). But we all have those oops...I crapped my pants moments. It's humanity at its most vulnerable, base, and, im sure for some people, enlightening.

Enough about the scat lol Let's move on to what this blog will entail in the days, weeks, months, etc to come.

There will be a section where I recap my favorite tv shows. Another for book and film reviews (cause, well, i can.) There will also be posts where i talk about (gulp) current events and the media.

And on some days, like today, i may just rant!

As always, though, I will leave you with something to smile about. Usually the furry variety, but i at times will make exceptions.

This isn't one of those times.

Hope you enjoy

Peace

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