My crazy aunt

Some people just have a certain quality about them, that you can’t decide whether you love them to pieces or hate them. Maybe it’s a little of both. My crazy aunt possessed both these qualities. No one has better stories then her. I remember loving to travel to her home by the beach when I was a teenager. I would walk into her eccentric home, like I was walking into a different dimension. I entered her world of visions and apparitions. I heard stories of traveling to Afghanistan and Bali, being in a controlling environment of drugs, lust and money. Tales of coming off of “china white” that would make your skin crawl. Drug heists, mules, and auspicious lies that cast a shadow of wonderment about her.

I couldn’t hear enough of all the insane situations she put herself in, and how she would always escape by the skin of her teeth. After the glamor faded of the heroin sheik lifestyle, she was left with a hefty prison sentenced, served on “terminal island” located somewhere in the states. Her tales and stories only got better, to hear of prison life. At that time they were trying out rehabilitation, where the men and women could co-exist together. She hated that she was forced to be somewhere, and that her freedom was taken away, she would drop acid with all her friends, and always said with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, “they could have my body in that place, but they could never have my mind.” I would listen to her as if she was painting and exquisite work of art, the way she described her mind floating and drifting to all the other places she would rather be, she made it sound so real as if I was experiencing it with her. I loved to hear about how “she had to prove herself” at first to the leader of the Latina gang. She had to physically beat her and pull her hair, bloody noses, black eyes and all. She knew if she didn’t stand up for herself that no one would ever respect her. She told me of her lesbian relationship in prison with a woman named “Flyer.” I couldn’t help but laugh every time I heard that name. She wasn’t actually a lesbian, she just went with Flyer for pure entertainment, out of boredom when she wasn’t able to see the love of her life, who was doing time as well, at terminal island. There were long period of times when they couldn’t see each other.

My aunt never failed to be a generous person. She had to join AA when she got into her 30′s because she had a long time love affair with the bottle. I had never seen someone with such an insatiable hunger for alcohol in all my life. It was a really good thing she found that program. Even though she had wild stories and that certain thing about her that drew people in, she had the gift for gab, and swagger. She also had a dark side. Something would flip like a switch and she became a jealous green eyed monster, especially when it came to my Mother who was stunning. My aunt had her day, she had about 25 years of beauty, she looked like Linda Evans when she was 18. The booze slowly drained the youth from her face. She always wore red hair, and purple clothing, which was not very complimentary. My Aunt devoted a large part of her life to helping people. I believe she had to, that was the only way for her to survive herself. Other wise she would go right back to drinking. She is now away from her home by the ocean, to take care of her elderly parents. That is taking its toll on her. She hasn’t been with a man in 20 years and she is living in the basement at her parents house. The driving force to keep her there is a large sum of money she now has complete access to. She sits downstairs in the basement with my late Mothers furniture, chain smoking and purchasing jewelry she will never wear. I have never seen her more miserable. She has taken a liking for painkillers and completely lost her way. I hope she can see the light and come out of the place she is lost in. Because the crazier part of her is taking over. Its only a matter of time, living in a basement of solitude, that would make anyone go crazy.

A hard pill to swalllow

There is an epidemic at hand in Hollywood. Who will be the next victim in this vicious cycle of a prescription nightmare? From Brittany Murphy to the beloved childhood stars like Corey Haim. How many people have to die in the name of fame’s sake? Michael Jackson, the self proclaimed “King of Pop” what a tragic loss. What would he say now, to the Miley Cyrus’s of the world to resurrect a safe image? Pop legends, and urban myths of sex icons like Marilyn Monroe, still permeate the stale LA air. Her overdose wasn’t glamorous, and sex kitten deities like Lindsay Lohan, seem to be following in some very dangerous footsteps. From the newest scene of her right foot covered in a mass of mysterious white powder, to her effervescent cocaine eyes, the poor lost hot mess seems to be crying for a help of some sort.
Where is Dr. Drew? She is probably wondering. What vast entertainment that train wreck would bring to a show like “Sober House” that is a show the masses would not miss. The sad truth is that drugs plus Hollywood starlets equal huge publicity. It seems like the stars not in the scene either bore the media or have nothing dirty to offer, to make anyone want to interview them. Lindsey Lohan has Perez Hilton on speed dial. What would TMZ be without Lohan anyway?
Mischa Barton is another hot mess too, but she is just a bloated bore it seems. She doesn’t do anything clever like spilling a mound of cocaine on her foot for exposure. Maybe she needs to hang out with Nicole Richie more, that is a woman child who swore off heroin, and the lifestyle that came with it to be a mother and wife. It seems to be working magic for her, she has an aspiring new line for children called “House of Harlow” adoringly named after her baby girl. Richie could also give Lohan a few fashion tips. They are both referred to as style icons, but the jacked up on cocaine look Lohan portrays needs to be buried like a bad drug habit. Lohan’s idol is Marilyn Monroe. She even did a photo shoot portraying her. Maybe she is trying to walk in her footsteps as well. Lohan is a child star and it seems they have many demons to battle. Too rich too quick.

An article I wrote for Helium

Sexuality of a vampire

The vampire or vampyre in mythology and modern literature have represented an omniscient persona of sexuality. The mysterious ways of a vampire and their sexuality have drawn much attraction with the current Twilight phenomenon. The sensual ways of a vampire is what draws in the masses from teenagers to contemporary adults. The lure is that there is an underlying presence of danger and mystery.
For example the famous yet cunningly evil Vampire Lestat, of Anne Rice… He draws on his victims shortcomings and transcends his subtly humorous and sexual powers. He gets them by making them fall in love with him. Lestat actually preferred young boys, and would make do with a young lady if he had to. There is a definite homoerotisism about him. He was viciously evil, yet disarming, because he was impossibly charming.

The new vampire as Stephanie Meyers writes about, are less than charming it seems. She illustrates that they are so beautiful they are hard to look at, just as Anne Rice does. But there are certain undesirable traits to the main vamp Edward Cullen. He lacks the charisma of Lestat, and seems to be boring at times. The congruency of the two is that they are both incredibly bored being the undead. Lestat however is unapologetic and extremely sarcastic. Which in turn makes him much more interesting and sexual. Edward Cullen is the nice guy vampire, and won’t even drink human blood. He is an unrealistic un dead. There is a certain air of satire that follows them both.

When it comes to Vladimir the Impeller, he was more of a serial killer than a vampire. He was a narcissistic sociopath, who murdered thousands of innocent people. He is who coined the word vampire. The first vampire didn’t have that air of being irresistible. This is something that was formed later on. Elizabeth Bathory was not particularly charming either. She was of Hungarian royalty and was not happy to be aging and losing her looks. She became a vicious serial killer as well. And the word vampire was inappropriately stamped on her. Vampires are unattainable mythological creatures, and when written about and romanticized, can be highly sexual. Thus the vampire lover is always pursuing the vampire. The allure of finding out what the vampire will do next can be highly erotic. Take away the sexuality of a vampire and all that is left is a serial killer.

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