A Very Gothixxx New Year
Bloodmeadow and Helfire compare notes from the holidays, answer viewer questions, and look forward to a spooky new year!
Bloodmeadow and Helfire compare notes from the holidays, answer viewer questions, and look forward to a spooky new year!
Well, in every Halloween career there are setbacks.
I love the Who, and I love their rock opera Tommy, and I love the over-the-top 1975 film by Ken Russell, who passed away a year ago in November. After last year’s somewhat involved costume, I thought, I’ll take a year off and do something simple: Showgirl in a Gasmask from the opening overture in Tommy.
The showgirls picking their way through the rubble of the Blitz were based on a memory of Russell’s from his childhood. Getting a period-appropriate civil issue UK gasmask was easy, and when I found a rhinestone bikini while in San Diego for Comic-Con, that seemed like a “gimme.” I bought a nude bodysuit to wear underneath and considered myself ready to go.
I put my gear on and headed to a party on Friday, and didn’t realize until I had left the house that, bodysuit or no bodysuit, I was pretty much naked. Much more naked than I had thought I would be, in my mind. Don’t get me wrong. Naked at a party is popular. Everyone wanted a picture with the naked lady in a gasmask.
Everyone has a different threshhold for public nudity, but I was raised Mormon and I still have some personal boundaries- So, I went home, took some photos to document, and am retiring this beast.
In the end, I had to have a costume for work (and one of my employees dressed as me, which was in turns adorable and insulting), and so I went for Sweet Jayne Mansfield. Her head’s off, so she stuck it back on with medical tape, and she put a necklace on over it so you can’t tell, but people can still kind of tell.
In which Bloodmeadow and Helfire discuss True Blood, Poseurs, the 2012 Election, and bargain hunting, and are visited by Robert Smith and Siouxsie Sioux!
And now, a special report from the Lady Bloodmeadow, our Gothixxx correspondent.
Sunglasses by Ann-Sofie Back
Most demonic greetings. I recently hit San Diego for the largest Comic-Con nerd-fest that has ever occurred. I was able to drive because I have finally gotten my License back from the Pigs, because I Promised that I would not drive with the Dead-Eye in, but I was Lying.
As I traversed through the convention, I could not help but feel that I was being watched, monitored, by a force most Sinister.
I had my Photo taken many Times, although I was not dressed up as anything. Towards the end of the day, it became Clear that Nerds were asking for my photograph so that they could approach Me and not be Hissed at.
At One Point, I was asked to participate in a Cosplay Shot for Chris Hardwick, although I again explained I Was Not Dressed As Anything.
The Best thing about Comic-Con was that it was held indoors, far from the punishing rays of the Sun. The worst thing was everything else. I was subjected to a great deal of Noise and walked through many, many hot nerd Farts.
Everyone complaining that ComicCon is not what it once was: did you know there’s still lots of small sweaty comics-only conventions? This is like complaining that we evolved from an ancestor of monkeys. There’s still monkeys!
Postscript: My last moments at my first Comic-Con were spent at a bar, where I was waiting for the idiot I had been dating at the time to show up to promote a movie he had worked on, and while I was waiting a nerd was chatting up Bloodmeadow and when she denied the opportunity to go have sex with her he BIT her hard on the upper arm, and left a giant bruise. I don’t know why people say nerd culture is toxic to women.
See also SDCC-13- Bloodmeadow Returns!