THE REAL d
Morticia a la Moliere
Gomez Zombie Caesar
Drenched in Fleurs de Sulphure Pure Extrait, I presume?
De Dutch Profundis
Yes – I think they look great together. And D is like my little Fellini clown. So cute. He really is an artist; wild, incredibly creative; not the staid, quite acquiescent English teacher a lot of people even who are close to him think he is. I wish it could be acknowledged more, as it is a constant source of frustration for me.
D and Y both are living within the ‘mask’.
It is what struck me when I met Y. Theirs is not a painted face. They come alive.
Theatre in a very pure classical way.
I wish I could see them perform, act, come to life. I have to make do with my imagination; and luckily your entrancing words and images waft my way and tickle my senses.
I am a bit over the moon because a piece I wrote about my hairdo’s in course of 🦠time appeared on-line in our Pink City Village Newsletter …
Please share, even in Dutch !
I hope it’s not rude to ask: but when you leave your house and, say, meet your neighbour on the way to the station to go to Tokyo, do you wave a toodle-doo or stop to chat? It must be so utterly outré for the people you sometimes talk about in other posts. Or is everyone cool about it?
I don’t think I’d have the nerve, and would sneak out in the middle of the night.
I am aware that I have outed myself as being incredibly provincial, but I just had to ask seeing that social interaction is so often a topic in your posts.
Generally speaking, if we are doing an event in Tokyo, we call a cab with our suitcases (how they bemusedly roll their eyes sometimes) and change there, but we usually come back like that and it is hilarious. Transporting. Japanese people virtually NEVER react negatively to such things, only with delight. You can trot up to the convenience store with a bunch of young blokes hanging outside (which in England would probably mean an instant knifing in the back or face) but here they will want to take a picture of you or just say ‘cool’. Boy George and Pete Burns were massive here; there is all the kabuki culture – plus no Christian judgment. Obviously, some people will quicken their step if they see a freak coming towards them and look a bit nervous, but on the whole it is just tremendous fun. I once went into the local izakaya pub – less than a minute from our house – as full Burning Bush though and you could hear a pin drop. Shocked silence, like An American Werewolf in London.
Wow! That‘ just overwhelming! I could write volumes about the snide remarks, laughing, spitting or coughing (on the road) when you pass, outright homophobic jeers – anytime, anywhere: it‘s ubiquitous. At the same time fat people are shamed, old people ignored, women in hijab insulted— you name it, we‘ve got it. And just to be precise: those who have the urge to lecture others, Who are judgmental, put others down, insult them, are all people living here, i.e. Germans as well as people from other cultures. It goes in all directions!
Because human beings are ultimately insecure. Some just deal with it better than others and have enough confidence to live more contented lives rather than being hateful towards other people.
Almost ZERO homophobic anything in Japan. Even if someone felt it, you wouldn’t know. INCREDIBLE self control and concealment of emotion: it always staggers me.
On the other hand, though you can ‘do what you like’ as long as you don’t hurt other people, many aren’t comfortable ‘coming out ( a phrase that enrages me ) to their families, which is very tedious.
I should also say that homophobic bullying definitely does exist in schools, the usual okama/poof/schwul taunts, and I know Belgium Solanas was once attacked in Osaka. It is not Gay Utopia. However, on the whole, in public most people are completely lost in their own private worlds and couldn’t care less about what other people are wearing. Sometimes it can even be frustrating for the exhibitionist : FOR GOD’s SAKE WHY AREN’t YOU LOOKING AT ME?! Shop clerks react EXACTLY the same as they would with regular customers, even in monstrous getup. Punks, goths …. they will be noticed in a flicker of a microsecond and then be ignored. The price you pay is a certain docility; but it is also very CALM. Everything just runs smoothly without aggro and I love that.
Have you ever been to Japan or are you interested in visiting one day?
This image is everything!! I love it!! I want to be part of it!!
I think it is being broadcast live – if there is a link I will put it up beforehand. He has roped me into it – I was hoping for a quiet weekend after the madness of going back to work, but instead I will be rehearsing for Covid Cabaret.
I am sure it will be great fun! I would definitely love to watch it. I will be looking out for the link.
I am glad you used the word cute to describe Duncan, your little Fellini clown. That’s the first word that popped into my head when I saw the photo. And the word for Yuriko was, simply, beautiful. A Japanese Cruella with better hair. I do find the idea of Duncan as a kind of Clark Kent character, underestimated, his artistic superpowers hidden, but ready to whip off his glasses, rip apart his shirt and tie and leap into action onstage.
Exactly ! He is amazing.
So grateful for the link. I need my comfort blanket of Closeness.
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