Saturday, August 29, 2009

Creature that is MORE FIERCE than YOU of the day : Mad Madame Mim



Mad Madame Mim was rad, Id fast forward to her duel with Merlin whenever I rented The sword and the stone as a kid. Animal fights were about the coolest thing I could think of as a kid. When I had to go to me fathers "farm" aka SHITBOX DUMP IN THE COUNTRY (it hadnt been a functioning farm for 30 years and the only animals there were guinea hens and chickens and fucked up cats)... Anyways my father being a gambling addict would just leave me there in the custody of his brother while he went to the TRACK... His brother was cool though and was a JANITOR because in the 50s they gave him ELECTROSHOCK ( I think because he was gay- but nobody ever said that of course) and it FRIED HIS BRAIN so he was a little special but he was RAD and creative and actually really good at drawing and would sit there and tell me stories about the totally boring surroundings that actually made it seem interesting... Anyways, he would sit on the couch and try to take a nap while I sat there bored out of my gourd and Id ask him about ANIMAL FIGHTS, like who would win in a fight a RATTLE SNAKE or a BEAR, or a WOLF and a GERMAN SHEPARD etc etc, He would ACTUALLY INDULGE ME though and get into the specifics while falling asleep, usually though it just came down to numbers like one bear would kick a wolfs ass but if you had three wolves the bear might be fucked.... Hed fall asleep and Id go outside and chase chickens while making sure not to FALL INTO THE HIDDEN WELLS, that was like the BIGGEST concern for them always, WATCH OUT FOR THE HIDDEN WELLS?!!! You'll fall in them and DIE... I dont even think I ever saw one...but I guess thats why theyre hidden.
My uncle was fierce, Im so lucky I got gay in the late 80s when ELECTROSHOCK wasnt a SOLUTION on the tip of your local doctors tongue, otherwise I might be a janitor with untapped creative abilities who was stuck in the middle of nowhere babysitting a blabber mouth baby gay.

7 comments:

Eric Arvin said...

That's heartbreaking about your uncle. Ugh!

brando said...

My dad mentioned only once having an uncle in California that was 'special.' Special meaning gay and till this day I've never met the man and we have tons of family out there. It's like he doesn't even exist, no one talks about him and his "roommate."

I wonder if I could dig deeper and actually find him.

JiffyJim said...

This is why your blog is so cool...that story was funny and very touching/moving. Thanks for telling it.

youreviltwin said...

yeah, my grandpa had a brother named gene that died by 'accident' on some railroad tracks in nebraska i guess in the fifties. i can tell he really loved his brother and misses him terribly still, and my grandpa's a tough old bastard. my mom told me once when i was twelve or thirteen or something that she thought that he was gay and killed himself. as shitty as a lot of the laws are today, life for gay people in the US is a xanadu fantasia of acceptance and mirth compared to what it was. hopefully in another fifty years, gay people will be looking at us, going "wow, those were the fucking dark ages."

faginlove said...

When is your book coming out? Your rants are hysterical and when u do a descriptive piece like this its really vivid. U could be the gay Alan Ginsberg of the 21st century!

youreviltwin said...

actually, Allen Ginsberg was the gay Allen Ginsberg.

Sue said...

That is just too sad for words.