As Fuck Yeah Horror is on hiatus, as my good buddy takes a sabbatical. I have made Screaming Mad Bitch, to fuel my horror geek in me. Screaming mad bitch will place it foot in the lakes that is the b-movie, the video nasty and of course horror, and mayber the odd whore here and there. Cause you gotta have titty. I named this blog as such because all horror films have some screaming mad bitch, and was also an homage to Screaming Mad George as well. I don't plan to do anything specific with the blog, as just to vent my bon vivant for the much loved horror genre.
It will be brash and bawdy, like my self and my drunk alter ego, you might even find funny. So much to the chagrin of my partner he must think I am obsessed or a part time serial killer. Ahh, bless him. So I hope you like it. Let me know. Being that Bloody Disgusting is bullshit, they should just call that site fucking bloody shit! Those guys don't know their asses from their elbows, let alone fuck all about horror. You would think that those guys on the site, suck dick for kick backs and passes to films. But truth be told. I miss speaking with Jimbo and hope he's ok while he's taking care of himself. Much love man.
I do not consider my self a writers writer. I mean ok, I drink alot and have had my fair share of illicit practices and walked away with a good stroy or two in my life, but a writer, no. I did take up writing in college and to the amusement of my professor always found me a good read to say the least. But I was flat out gobsmacked when my buddy and drinking partner Jimbo asked me to contribute to his blog Fuck Yeah Horror as writer form time to time. Being that I have a love for horror films and those old video nasties and explotaion films of yore. He was amazed at my knowledge of movies as I am a bit of a movie geek.
I dunno, maybe he was looking for something uncooth, unrefined and blatantly low brow to rile his readership. First I was flattered and then succumbed with self doubt, and then my ego kicked in and after being fueld by eight jack and cokes, I decided why the hell not. So I will be delving into my collective and give my opinion of the genre so loved my many and hated by a few too. I may make you laugh, I may even shock you with what I have contained in my library. Still this will only make you further understand the warped mind that I like to call my very own. Sow have look and see my first entry.
I chose I Spit On your Grave, or as I like to call it, "You fuck with me bitch, and I will feed you your balls!". let me know what you think.
I am a movie fanatic, but actually not a big on huge Blockbusters or anything with Arnie Shwarzenager. That is not to say that I like art films about little girls from Yugoslavia, whom one day wish to own a bicycle. But I am a sucker with a movie that shows a slut with a gun. Especially slutty midgets with gins. So in honour of this heady broad I salute her and her great cinematic achievement. But channel surfing on TV with a remote made room for the devil to make with idle hands, and grab my attention just then. There really aren't enough films with midgets and guns, let alone kicking ass. So on with the show.
I came across a clip on a documentary called "The Butch Factor" and sparked interest in me to investigate a little further. This included me to toss a reflective gaze in to the pool of my own insight on how I felt about this subject. Well one I wouldn't call myself butch, but I don't sit and wondering if I am measured by gay standards on the levels of my "Butchness". My first role model and still one is my very own father. He was a wild reckless youth and I grew up looking to him for guidance and answers in my life. Still he was the first person I looked at on my formative years. But this documentary clip does come across as a silly pretentious piece in where men aspire to have some sort of masculinity to confirm some sort of social validation. Bitch Please! The straight dudes I know don't go around questioning their butchness or masculinity. Most have a sense of humour that straights find themselves secure with themselves, so it isn't an issue. But why does the gay community have this need heightened to find this hyper trophy? The problem I have with the clip is that the guys they show are the basic Bruce and Barry butch queers that look like your typical butch queen. No suprise. But it crossed my mind that the gay couple on the Sarah Silverman show appeared more normal than these guys seeking a level of conformity to fit in or become that much more desirable. Does it matter? No not really, but I don't give a shit about what others think of me and I certainly don't have anything to prove to anyone other than myself.
Apparently this film is popular with Bears... Searching for there macho factors or "growing up tough rough and rugged" Sounds like this fuckers parents were John Deer or Mack Truck! As fucking if. The film tells stories of men whom feel ostracized for loving sports and forsaking show tunes and often feeling the lone homo in a sea of butt pirates. Because this film is showcased to a bunch of bears further leaves me disinterested, I once went to a bear weekend at the insistence of a now former friend. A bunch of guys whom where lying around rubbing each other in the woods. I drank heavily that weekend. The only guy I was interested in had a jealous boyfriend who jock cock blocked me every time the dude came near. So I pulled a Tonya Harding and knee capped the bitch and put him in a broom closet while I took his boyfriend for a test ride out in the local cemetery. Ok yeah i am going to hell for that one, but hey I had fun.
The film looks like this dude just stayed in his own gay ghetto and didn't really throw his fishing net past a few gay bloggers and gay jocks and what not... I know gay guys who I even forget that are gay, but still it's not issue. This clip just comes off gay gayer and gayest. To me the importance of masculinity in gay culture is irrelevant, because most guys who think it's importance come across as silly and self indulgent cock suckers. Mary, if your on your knees with two hairy balls dangling from your chin and a dick tickling the back of your throat. Chances are most straight men would not find this a normal everyday occurrence for themselves unlike the gay guy whom does. To me what it means to be a man is to be myself and fuck what you think. To having a balance of humility, honesty and sense or humour, cause with those three will enable you to find and have strength. Finding myself on a baseball diamond or patch isn't going to make me any butcher. Same way a straight dude likes do what he does, simply cause he enjoys the activity. The best advice I was ever given was given to me by the biggest queen in history. I met him at a gallery show that I had to attend as he was giving a reading the same night. He approached me as it was very visible that I was upset and obviously been fighting back tears in a crowded room. Rather than grabbing me and proclaiming to "Cry it out Girl", he simply said, "Be yourself on purpose! You won't be right you won't be wrong, you'll be correct!" That man was Quentin Crisp. Works for me..
I read newspapers to keep my feeble mind current with the going on and current events in the world today. And I came across a story where a school auditorium in New York (via New York Post), planned to entertain the kids with a dvd screening of Jonas Brothers Camp rock. What the kids got was a preview of a 45 second clip of a woman supposedly preforming a sex act while topless. Cue frenzied angry parents whom don't even kiss in front of their children and cluesless and blameless teachers who demand to find the culprit. The audience contained views as young as five to fith grade children, as teachers "frantically told the kids to cover their eyes and not lok at the explicit images. The hapless school prnciple says the media player was moved from his office before the screening, making accessible to all and sundry.
Now I am not for showing kids images that are intended for adults and feel porn has it's place in society. Porn and kids are like oil and water they don't mix. Children don't undestand it and I feel that that is a parents job to explain what's what, when old enough. To be fair a 45 second clip of some broad slapping her minge and what not, while jiggling her tits, is far less distressing than a 90 minute piece a shit featuring the Jonas Brothers. The parents are outraged, I would too, if the school showed my kid a film with the Jonas Brothers. Claims that the kids are upset, well perhaps the young ones, but fith graders? Hardly. As for the Dvd, it is now on a loop playing in the teachers lounge.
According to the Journal of Sociology, research found that 38% of boys and 2% of girls deliberately accessed porn on the net. Stating that two features mirrored the patterns of adults. Still I am sure this whole kafuffle will give the kids something to talk about in the school yard for the next couple of days. i was seven when my dad caught me watching his super 8 porno film in our rec room. He had it on a film projector propped on our pool table in the game room, I was simply told that wasn't for me and when I was old enough I could look at it, and that was that. I remember feeling scared when he caught me cause I hid under the pool table, yet he didn't shame me or tell me off. He just said no and didn't make a fuss about it. Which ito me is a little more healthier way than making porn more taboo. Kids always want to see or do what told not to, plain and simple.
When i was young I remember my parents taking me to the drive-in to see Fritz The Cat, although I enjoyed the cartoon, I do remember my mother covering my eyes and my struggling and wrestling her to see the cartoon. My moher was the family censor, at 14 I asked if I could go to a midnight showing of Tommy and she said "NO", I still went. Why cause she said the movie was about sex, drugs and rock music not pinball and was to young to watch it. Sex, drugs, rick music, pinnball I was fucking sold.
