I wonder how mean and green Mr. Hulk-man would be if he knew I snuck two photos of him at two different comic book conventions...the first was in San Francisco, and this past weekend he came to Pittsburgh for another one! He typically charges $30 bucks for a photo of himself, that he then signs, OR, you can pay $30 for a photo taken WITH him...but to hell with THAT idea, I said to myself, and I just snuck a photo with my iphone. LOL I completely ripped him off of $60 bucks. Ain't I a stinker?!
Then there was a guy dressed up like the character "Beetlejuice," but no, it's not Michael Keaton. Some people like to dress up like various characters from comic books, or movies, etc. They really get into the spirit of these things, and this was only the second time I attended one of these shin-digs, so I find it amusing.
Then of course, the whole Star Wars gig, people still go ape-shit crazy for it for some weird reason. I never understood the whole obsession with it, personally. I wasn't even thrilled with the movie, to be honest, I don't get into sci-fi very much. (Having spent most of my life reading Holocaust stuff, and watching real documentaries of WWII stuff, the "fake fantasy land" stuff just never really appealed to me). I'm one of those people who are, unfortunately, mostly stuck in reality.
BUT.....even though I spend most of my waking hours in reality, part of me still likes a little fun...
And so, I have a fetish of sorts, for CHAIN MAIL. I just think it looks badass COOL, ya know?! Pete has always loved watching those Xena shows, with a badass woman warrior, so he has joked with me that he'd get me a costume like her. So there was a guy at this place who we spent HOURS talking to, who ended up talking Pete into buying ME a custom-made outfit...complete with pixie wings!! I wore that damned outfit for nearly four hours over my clothes, driving in the car, shopping for a New Years Eve dress...and wow, I loved it...wearing it feels like a corset...like a nice warm hug all over, all the time!
This outfit is made of aluminum, it won't rust, or tarnish, I could wear it swimming if I wanted to! And it's super LIGHT too, it looks really heavy but it's not, and it keeps your body warm in the winter, and cool in the summer. These particular wings are the "demon wings," and he even has a devil-tail that you can clip on the back!! He also has the chain mail in red and black, which costs more. He's got floggers, whips, gloves with chain mail on the knuckle part, purses, and even neckties!
So, this guy "Pendragon," (his scene name), makes this stuff and has been involved in the BDSM community for many years. He's very good looking, and very knowledgable about all things kinky. He's the guy standing behind the mannequin, with the long hair. He made me a bra piece, (which is no easy feat, considering I am a 42DD), and a corset middle piece that goes around like the one in the photo, along with a little skirt and a front piece. Then Pete surprised me by getting the wings too! Then Pendragon made me matching bracelets and earrings too! We love everything he made for us.
Anyway, so now I'm all set for camp in May. I can simply wear this outfit, all over the place, every day! I just wish I was as skinny as the mannequin. SIGH. I'm on my way though, it's time to lose weight. You know my theory about that? I believe people who are highly sensitive tend to feel hurt or disappointed a lot in life, and so as a defense mechanism, they want to protect their HEART, so we start to put some PADDING around it, which is comforting, by eating comfort-food, so that we're not hurting anymore. That's my theory. It's really psychological, moreso than anything.
Yes, fatness runs in my family too, but I was always the skinny tall one, all my life. My grandpa used to call me "Bird Legs." So, now that I'm 42 and at least 50 pounds heavier than I should be, I've got "elephant legs," (which Pete vehemently disagrees with), and frankly it's annoying even to me.
Yesterday we watched the Houston Texas 1981 DVD of Journey in concert, and my GAWD man, you ran around that place like you were on 10 different speed pills, double-doses of caffeine, and who knows what else. You must have lost 20 pounds each time you performed! That damned hot tuxedo jacket and crazy yellow leopard shirt, holy hannah, what were you thinking?! HA! The 80's were so bizarre.
I wasn't really into wearing black garbage bags and mohawk hair styles, or putting a safety pin through my nose, though. I couldn't stand Madonna, (still don't like her), or Cyndi Lauper's music, I never liked Boy George, or WHAM, or George Michael...and dear GAWD, I hated Rick Astley with a red-hot fiery passion unbridled. I never really got into the 80's "Valley Girl" stuff either. None of it made any damned sense to me, and I guess I just didn't have a rebellious bone in my body. I did like the "big hair boy bands," though!! Def Leppard was awesome, I loved Motley Crue, Foreigner, Styx, Boston, and even Guns and Roses. That kind of music was COOL in my book, and I had a secret wish to be "cool" myself, so that kind of rockin' tune-age appealed to me in a big way.
Actually, truth be told, I was one of the boring chicks, a "band fag," they called us, because I played the flute in our elementary, junior high and high school bands. I spent my days at the library, reading voraciously, or writing letters to pen-pals. So I was "mousy" and quiet, introverted, shy...but----and here's the weird thing---whenever I heard a Journey song, my inhibitions went wild. You actually brought out the "Diva Goddess" within me, and for that I am forever grateful!
You kinda started out in my life as more of a "father figure," of sorts. I mean, I was only 10 when I first heard your voice...and I thought, "Wow, that woman can SING!" (Sorry...but it's true, I was just a kid). Around the age of, ohhhh, maybe 15...you then became the sexiest beast on the planet, and I lusted after your hot bod. So by then, you were a comforting "daddy-ish sexy-beast-ish" lust object for me. And, truthfully, that's pretty much how I think of you now too. My mom is 62, same age as you!! BUT......in my eyes......60 is the new 40. So my sexy beast friend, I would still go out with you. I'd TAP THAT!
AHEM. But, I was always a small-town shy girl-next-door, Rebecca-from-Sunnybrook-Farm type of girl, like Tom Petty described---"Crazy about Elvis, she loved horses and her boyfriend too..." (yes, I loved Elvis, ohhhhhh my whole bedroom, every wall, was covered in magazine pages of his face everywhere, and when he died, I was the same age as Lisa Marie (8), and I cried like a baby for months).
But horses scared me. I used to have a pony when I was a young kid, named Barney. One day I bent down to pick some grass to feed him, and he didn't see me, so he stepped on my hand. Luckily nothing was broken, my hand sunk down into the ground, but I was scared to death of horses for a long time after that. One of my first vivid memories was of sitting on an ottoman in front of the t.v., watching "Truth or Consequences," with a bag of ice on my hand, sniffling and crying. And I never even HAD a boyfriend until 5th grade.
Yeah, my 5th grade boyfriend (Doyle), had a MUSTACHE!! WOO HOO!! I was absolutely smitten!! And he was always tan, with gorgeous blue eyes and long eyelashes...a gorgeous little man...and I held hands with him on every recess. He even made me a Valentine for me out of a piece of red leather, that said, "I luv you." I still have it somewhere in a box, I'm sure. To this day, I love the smell and feel of leather!! (Whodathunk it). *wink*
Anyway, so now I love leather, chain mail, hard rock music, and my inhibitions are only a memory!!
And I have YOU to thank for some of that. Now get over here so I can thank you PROPERLY. mmm!!
Love, Rebecca
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