Showing posts with label Drag Queens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drag Queens. Show all posts

Monday, July 25, 2011

Cock Doc Doc


"Having no talent is not enough."

I like the idea that there are west coast phenomena. Apparently the Cockettes, a drag show based out of San Francisco in the late 60's early 70's was a West Coast thing, terrible to transport east. In this era drag could include women and even children, you could still get furs at the local thrift stores, and the commune system was almost working to keep everyone fed and clothed,(with help from the welfare system). Drug induced, frenzied, improvised shows were greeted with standing ovations. This is the San Francisco that dreams are made of.

As I was watching the documentary (that was very similar in style to those that you'd see on PBS, but with a lot more cock and balls), it suddenly occurred to me that as they were describing the wonderful and free Haight district of the era they casually left out that Charles Manson was also active at the same time, and under much the same pretenses. He was an itinerant musician, surrounding himself with pretty girls in outlandish hippie garb, espousing a gospel of free love. An interesting contrast.

I really enjoy the act of making feather boas. Watching these movies where so many people need comfort and protection, as they act out against society and each other, I wonder if I need to make a labyrinth-like honey comb structure to protect all these fragile creatures. I think of Aunt Beast from Wrinkle in Time, and how beneficial a costume like that would be. But then I watch for awhile, and realize that is would just get sullied and burnt to a cinder. All these characters may be fragile, but they are also quite inflammable.

Dogs are waiting...


But in the spirit of documentation, I'm also going to work my way down through the reccommended film list from AIB- (90% of which include or involve dragqueens... Go figure) first off- Shortbus!

<<(Synopsis- pre-orgasmic sex-therapist lady befriends a gay couple on the rocks who frequent a club hosted by Justin Bond (Queen Du Jour!)...yadda yadda, graphic sex, but well-placed & not gratuitously used; as the preview says "about sexuality, not sex...")>>

The most exciting part for me was the New York City sets made of gently rainbow painted cardboard which illuminated or not depending on the plot point. Especially gratifying was the blue string of lights across the Brooklyn bridge. Reminded me of Michel Gondry's movies, and, well, made me want to re-watch all of his material. Guess that'll go on the to do list.

Justin Bond did give a great performance. I"m looking more into the Radical Faerie Movement, as well as the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Though I'm not sure how this exactly relates to my work, it's still fun...

More soon, ipsos walkies...