Exist sanely…

May 8, 2015


“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

Shirley Jackson
The Haunting of Hill House


“I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants of shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet and walk.”

Katja Millay
The Sea of Tranquility


Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of — heightened nightsight, an empathy shared with the beasts, a utilization of the more obscure abilities of our minds. Nothing that science can’t explain away. Wizardry is spells and enchantments. Fairy tales.

Charles de Lint
Into the Green


“Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’em off for a coupla stones.”

Libba Bray
The Diviners

Fancy Dress…

May 8, 2015


The shrill sound of a flute, closely followed by the parp-parp of a solitary trombone. Imagine, if you will, a red velvet curtain slowly rising. To reveal –

Mata Hari in black fishnet stockings, famous Frisian exotic dancer, courtesan and spy.

But no. No, wait…

This is Marlene Dietrich. In the character of Lola-Lola from the “Blue Angel”, temptress and sultry cabaret performer. Singing now, “Falling in love again”. And like an earlier Dietrich in the film “Morocco”, she kisses another woman full on the mouth at song’s end.

People applaud. Dee in thick red lipstick curtseys. She is certainly as otherworldly as Dietrich. She blows a kiss in my direction. And I become Lola-Lola’s clown…

For this one night our home doubles as the Blue Angel Club, a place of sex, seduction, voyeurism, drinking and Lola-Lola. All fall before her untamed femininity. See her in flame-red silken underwear, frills, stockings and top hat. It’s July 2012. But for this one frozen moment in time, it is undoubtedly Berlin during the Weimar Republic.

Lola-Lola, like Dee, embodies masculine and feminine traits. She is a sexual aggressor, her sex a weapon to be used when and how she sees fit. We know this just by the way she flips back her dress to expose her splendid thighs. It would be so easy, too easy, to play Russian roulette with her cunt…

All our local friends are at this party tonight. They are used to our bizarre behaviour. Our games. A fancy dress party by definition must be quirky at the very least. So no surprise when Gabriella opens the front door to welcome guests with a huge ear trumpet held up to her ear, dressed in a skimpy slave girl outfit and a deerstalker hat, a beautiful, semi-nude, gloriously voluptuous Sherlock Holmes.

The Rev Charles Bryce-Bridge is in attendance with his wife, Melanie. She looks splendid as Marie Antoinette, hair stacked high on her head, long face thickly powdered. Rev Chas is a lanky slut in mini-skirt, all bonny knees and big nose. The bright red pantyhose he’s wearing is alarming…so much so all my cats fled the house at first sight of him!

And in the background Ms Devina Tuggwell, the church organist. She never strays far from the Rev Chas. Her shade of blue eye shadow matches his. His wife doesn’t seem to notice. At first I’m uncertain whether Devina’s here as an escaped mental patient, or a twenties fashionista in that shapeless, backless, spangly dress.

Duncan Delco has come as a deserter from ‘Dad’s Army’, sporting his military best with a row of gleaming medals. Georgina Plimp-Davis, a little the worse for wear after five of Gabriella’s Tom Collins cocktails, laughs shrilly…I suspect Gabby has designs on dear Georgina; wishes to see her fall out of that ‘Little Bo Peep’ outfit, and into the gleaming all-together…naked as nature intended. Given half-a-chance Gabby will introduce her to a range of Sapphic delights later.

The party swings along. Room full of minxy flappers and dapper gents, elegant ladies in decadent gowns, and boys who’d be girls…all that’s missing, I feel, are the circus fire eaters, the clowns, the bold aerialists and lion tamers…But then you aren’t sure who might turn up next?

Ah, sure, those were the days. Sitting at my keyboard this morning, reminiscing. I say to Dee we should have another “Fancy Dress Party” soon. She seems enthusiastic…

‘We could plan it for when we come back from Italy. Invite the village. To hell with the expense.’

‘I doubt Georgina Plimp-Davis will come,’ I say, smiling. ‘Not after all the shenanigans last time.’

‘She was the talk of the village, wasn’t she.’ Broadly smiling. Dee is casually wicked. ‘Such behaviour from one of society’s few rustic pillars…’

‘Gabriella should have known better. She was like a dirty old man round that woman…’

‘Not just her, my love.’

‘Oh? Who, then?’

Dee laughs. ‘You were sleeping. I went in and joined them.’

‘What Gabby and Georgina?’

‘Oh, yes. The woman was drunk, but not too drunk. She knew what she was doing, trust me. And she did us both…’

So my blissful innocence dully shattered by this unexpected revelation, I sit and consider party themes. Who should I go as? A white suited clown? Pagliacci? Oh, yes…

“Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t’avvelena il cor!”

Yes, yes, the laughing clown. “Vesti la giubba”. I can’t wait –

Dream love…

May 8, 2015


“…the man of my dreams is a girl.”

Julie Anne Peters
Keeping You a Secret


May 8, 2015