Last night, I was stressed, so I went out for a walk on The Walk of Fame. For those of you who don't know what the Walk of Fame is, look it up I'm not your fucking dictionary. Haha, just kidding! It is the place in Hollywood (along Hollywood Blvd) where celebrities receive a star on the sidewalk. If you still don't know what I'm talking about, you will have to go look it up because I have no idea how to better explain it, and you may just need a picture to refresh your memory lol.
So, anyhow, I went walking down it, and after a bit, I noticed that some celebrities had more than one star. What??? How is this possible?...Surely, the city would have a register of the stars they've given out and would know they've given out more than one to some people?!?!? Well, apparently this is not true, because after walking the WHOLE thing, I found a true WEALTH of celebs who had more than one star!
The following is the list, for your entertainment:
Kevin Costner (why does he even have ONE?!)
Harrison Ford
Eva Marie Saint (Um, who the hell is this person?? And especially that she has two!)
Lucille Ball (Okay, I'll give it to her, 'cause she's just so damn lovable!)
Gene Autry
Doris Day
Alfred Hitchcock (and deservedly so...)
Liberace! HAHAHA
Ted Knight
Red Skeleton
Bob Hope had FOUR. Not even joking you, the guy had FOURRRRRRRRRR. WHAT THE EFF!
Lou Costello had THREE, and I've never even heard of the dude! And the thing worth mentioning here is that I didn't see one for Elvis Costello, who definitely deserves one, yet this Lou dude had THREE! LOL
Vincent Price
Walt Disney
Bing Crosby
Now, the most disappointing one I came across was easy to pick. It had no competition. Paula Abdul. I'm not even lying, the bitch has one. Why? Because she PERFORMED (note, I did not say "sang"), like, 5 popular songs? Wow, go you, you 2-CD wonder! (Blehhhhhhh!) Next up was Renee Zellwegger. An actress best known for her amazing inability to act....
HAHAHAHA, oh, oh, also! When I was walking down the WoF, I was about to pass Britney Spears' star, and some drunk chick ran over to it with her boyfriend (or man of the night?) and she had a reeeeeally short, flowy dress on and I laughed SO hard (out loud!!) because with the way her body tilted initially, she looked like Britney in the picture where she's getting out of the car with no underwear on, and I pictured this drunk girl doing that on accident all stupidly over Britney's star and the whole street bein like "OH DEAR GOD!!" out of shock and disgust and it was one of the best moments of my life. Definitely the best vagina-moment of my life. Haha!
Now, I STILL cannot find Michael Jackson's star and it is driving me crazy! I walked the whole WoF except for, like, one block, so it must have been in that one block, but that is just so maddening that it is the one I am most excited to encounter and it is the one eluding me so well! And I haven't seen one for Madonna yet....so hers better be right next to Michael's or somethin, 'cause if Paula abDUL has one and Madonna doesn't, I'ma bitch-slap someone in the WoF offices.....
Now, on to the jocks side of this blog, one of my first days in CA, I walked past this sign, and it was one of the coolest things I've ever seen, so I had to share it with you!
"That's so 'jock who can complete a pass but not a sentence' -- think that's mean? How do you think 'that's so gay' sounds? Hurtful. So knock it off.
Thinkb4youspeak.com"
How great, right??? :D
Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts
7.20.2010
4.29.2010
What Do You See When You Look Back At Your Wasted Life?
When I was growing up gay and alone, I invested a lot of my time and life into the glory of music. I always made sure to schedule choir and Musical Theatre classes into my schedule during school, and I envisioned myself as The Next Big Thing. I knew that I was gorgeous (even though reality was a pimply, hairy, 200-lb. pubescent body), I knew that I was the most talented (though I never actually excelled musically as advanced as many of my friends), and knew my name would end up in lights. Throughout all this, I kept my eye on the prize, idolizing Madonna, Cher and, of course, The King – Michael Jackson. You know, the ones who had made their lives out of seemingly nothing to become the unbeatable international musical icons they are today. I knew that one day, I would make myself known as loudly as they, and even one day regretfully but naturally overthrow Mr. Jackson as the rightful heir to the title “King of Pop.” And Madonna would be my slave-bitch. Not even kidding you. But there was something I didn’t realize about myself that whole time that would always impede the actualization of my dreams.
On June 25, 2009, I realized: I had completely displaced all my talent, passion and power on Michael Jackson. I had unwittingly become his victim. And he didn’t care. Hell, he didn’t even know. And he wouldn’t have wanted it if he did know (I know this because we’ve had many deep, authentic conversations inside of my head). I soaked up everything that was Madonna, Cher and Michael, and gave them nothing of value back – except my idolatry. I also gave them my sorrow and regret over being Mormon and disobeying the first Commandment for them (they were more important to me than God could ever be, even as devout as I was, so I always felt guilty), but I can’t say that was of any value to them.
When I was a child, growing up with all these amazing songs, they were my only friends. They knew exactly how I felt at exactly the right times. They could console me, pump me up, or stir controversy within me, and it felt good to be so connected to something since everyone around me seemed to want to NOT be connected to me in the least.
“Thriller” brought me closer to my estranged sister, made me feel like I wasn’t alone and that someone in my family actually liked me, and taught me that being a freak may be scary, but in the end it’s pretty fucking cool because you can be in a music video for it. “Bad” and “Beat It” taught me that as much as you might get hurt, or be scared of someone or something, you don’t have to hurt people to resolve the conflict in your life – which gave me hope that maybe someday my dad would treat me like he actually loved me, not beating his “Prince,” as he so often (ironically) called me. “Heal the World” taught me how much I really cared about my mother and would stand up for her no matter what the consequences. “Remember the Time” taught me how to dance. ☺ “Dangerous” and “In the Closet” taught me that I was really probably too young to be listening to some Michael Jackson songs haha! “Jam” taught me that no one is perfect, even someone you idolize, and brought me slowly into a new world of music, as did “The Girl Is Mine”. “Billie Jean” offered me my first taste of MTV and the amazing art of music video creation. Nowadays, the only way I can even successfully begin writing lyrics is by creating a music video in my head and then taking the lyrics through that plot, so I don’t know where I would be musically without that amazing influence. “Black or White” brought me international intrigue, broadening my world and love for tigers ☺ “Man In The Mirror” made me feel happy and relieved that maybe there was someone else out there who would do the work that I was doing in my own self-actualization! And “You Are Not Alone” allowed me to safely feel all the pain of everything I have experienced in my life and sob and not get hit for doing so. That song helped me get through so many nights, whether I was feeling alone, not enough, bruised, out of place or tortured, as I so often did between the ages of seven and twenty.
So when Michael died that day in June, my whole world broke apart, crushed down on top of me, jumped back up, tried to sew itself together again, and succumbed to its own weight and broke again, crushing everything about me one more time. I literally had no idea what to do with my life when I learned he had died. I stayed home all day every day for days, watching the news, staying updated on where and when he would be buried and fiercely tried to find the means to fly to Neverland before the week ended so that I could grieve properly. I didn’t go to Neverland. Instead I stayed in front of my TV and bawled. I cried so hard, it was worse than a break up. Michael was like my big brother, always looking out for me in my childhood and offering me safe refuge from the pain I experienced at school at home and at church.
When Michael died, I lost a large piece of me with him, because I gave up a large part of me to him and his music. I created my world in his, therefore when his world was no longer, neither was a large part of mine. I had not learned that there is a world of difference between leveraging the inspiration of others to further inspire and displacing all my inspiration on someone else rather than myself. I got to learn that lesson that day, and am constantly being reminded it. Because I went for so long without feeling the truth of who I was, I am now building up my soul. It’s kind of nice, because I get to consciously, with the knowledge I have garnered over the years, pick whatever I want to be and whatever I feel, and that is me. But it’s also really fucking scary because I have NOTHING to fall back onto that works. I’ve never had a system in place that actually works for me regarding having a soul. And that’s scary shit to be like “Hey, I have no conscious soul” and not have any safety net to fall into when I am tired and worn out and exasperated. Luckily, I have had a lot of great friends and family members step forward (not necessarily knowing that this is what is going on) and support me when I am completely drained and out of ability to sculpt. I’ve been really lucky in that aspect. Thank you to Jonathan Orlofsky, Lori Baldwin, John Rogers, Mom, Nicole Rieger, Jackie Rieger, Will Sloan, Alex Fauver, Sarah Barney, Melisa Pehrson, Kencie Raddon, Ruthanne Clifford and Eric Dawes who have (perhaps consciously) been willing to fill my cup when it had been fully imbibed.
Alright, Dollies, I love you all and my body just told me it is now time for me to sleep.
Love, Peace and Kisses,
Ry
On June 25, 2009, I realized: I had completely displaced all my talent, passion and power on Michael Jackson. I had unwittingly become his victim. And he didn’t care. Hell, he didn’t even know. And he wouldn’t have wanted it if he did know (I know this because we’ve had many deep, authentic conversations inside of my head). I soaked up everything that was Madonna, Cher and Michael, and gave them nothing of value back – except my idolatry. I also gave them my sorrow and regret over being Mormon and disobeying the first Commandment for them (they were more important to me than God could ever be, even as devout as I was, so I always felt guilty), but I can’t say that was of any value to them.
When I was a child, growing up with all these amazing songs, they were my only friends. They knew exactly how I felt at exactly the right times. They could console me, pump me up, or stir controversy within me, and it felt good to be so connected to something since everyone around me seemed to want to NOT be connected to me in the least.
“Thriller” brought me closer to my estranged sister, made me feel like I wasn’t alone and that someone in my family actually liked me, and taught me that being a freak may be scary, but in the end it’s pretty fucking cool because you can be in a music video for it. “Bad” and “Beat It” taught me that as much as you might get hurt, or be scared of someone or something, you don’t have to hurt people to resolve the conflict in your life – which gave me hope that maybe someday my dad would treat me like he actually loved me, not beating his “Prince,” as he so often (ironically) called me. “Heal the World” taught me how much I really cared about my mother and would stand up for her no matter what the consequences. “Remember the Time” taught me how to dance. ☺ “Dangerous” and “In the Closet” taught me that I was really probably too young to be listening to some Michael Jackson songs haha! “Jam” taught me that no one is perfect, even someone you idolize, and brought me slowly into a new world of music, as did “The Girl Is Mine”. “Billie Jean” offered me my first taste of MTV and the amazing art of music video creation. Nowadays, the only way I can even successfully begin writing lyrics is by creating a music video in my head and then taking the lyrics through that plot, so I don’t know where I would be musically without that amazing influence. “Black or White” brought me international intrigue, broadening my world and love for tigers ☺ “Man In The Mirror” made me feel happy and relieved that maybe there was someone else out there who would do the work that I was doing in my own self-actualization! And “You Are Not Alone” allowed me to safely feel all the pain of everything I have experienced in my life and sob and not get hit for doing so. That song helped me get through so many nights, whether I was feeling alone, not enough, bruised, out of place or tortured, as I so often did between the ages of seven and twenty.
So when Michael died that day in June, my whole world broke apart, crushed down on top of me, jumped back up, tried to sew itself together again, and succumbed to its own weight and broke again, crushing everything about me one more time. I literally had no idea what to do with my life when I learned he had died. I stayed home all day every day for days, watching the news, staying updated on where and when he would be buried and fiercely tried to find the means to fly to Neverland before the week ended so that I could grieve properly. I didn’t go to Neverland. Instead I stayed in front of my TV and bawled. I cried so hard, it was worse than a break up. Michael was like my big brother, always looking out for me in my childhood and offering me safe refuge from the pain I experienced at school at home and at church.
When Michael died, I lost a large piece of me with him, because I gave up a large part of me to him and his music. I created my world in his, therefore when his world was no longer, neither was a large part of mine. I had not learned that there is a world of difference between leveraging the inspiration of others to further inspire and displacing all my inspiration on someone else rather than myself. I got to learn that lesson that day, and am constantly being reminded it. Because I went for so long without feeling the truth of who I was, I am now building up my soul. It’s kind of nice, because I get to consciously, with the knowledge I have garnered over the years, pick whatever I want to be and whatever I feel, and that is me. But it’s also really fucking scary because I have NOTHING to fall back onto that works. I’ve never had a system in place that actually works for me regarding having a soul. And that’s scary shit to be like “Hey, I have no conscious soul” and not have any safety net to fall into when I am tired and worn out and exasperated. Luckily, I have had a lot of great friends and family members step forward (not necessarily knowing that this is what is going on) and support me when I am completely drained and out of ability to sculpt. I’ve been really lucky in that aspect. Thank you to Jonathan Orlofsky, Lori Baldwin, John Rogers, Mom, Nicole Rieger, Jackie Rieger, Will Sloan, Alex Fauver, Sarah Barney, Melisa Pehrson, Kencie Raddon, Ruthanne Clifford and Eric Dawes who have (perhaps consciously) been willing to fill my cup when it had been fully imbibed.
Alright, Dollies, I love you all and my body just told me it is now time for me to sleep.
Love, Peace and Kisses,
Ry
7.07.2009
Rest in peace (finally), Michael Jackson
I'm watching the Michael Jackson memorial footage on MSNBC, and Smokey Robinson read a condolence letter from Diana Ross and then one from Nelson Mandela, and then there is a long moment of silence for Michael, and of course, the MSNBC anchors have to break into the moment of silence to give us "information." How insensitive and annoying! Can we not have some time on air when people AREN'T spouting useless trivia mixed with their own opinions?? It's just senseless. As they broke into the silence, they even mentioned "Ah, a moment of silence here for Michael Jackson. BUTTTTT here are all my opinions!! Can you hear me?? Do you like my voice yet?? Love me and my 'knowledge'!!" It's offensive and simply absurd. I guess that is what the mute button is for :)
More to come throughout the day.
With Grace and Love,
Ryan
More to come throughout the day.
With Grace and Love,
Ryan
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