#afairytale

[afairytale]

i’m currently reading cinderella is dead by kalynn bayron, and it’s taking me forever. i want to finish already, so I can read more books. it’s an interesting read with great plot ideas, but it’s somewhat slow. updates to come when i finish the book.

[the-zinbeil]

The C. on the seven seas of male Vanity and Ambition - A Fairly Tale.

[This Following Fairy Tale is dedicated to this amazing analysis by a splendid Tarot Reader: http://cumberastro.tumblr.com/post/113068284072/tarot-anon-re-sperm-booze-and-work]

So let's consider the case of a hypothetical celebrity we just call the C. (hence the “generic celebrity”).

This C. is by birth a male individual. But as those complex animals go we are used to calling “humans” … he is many things. Or could be. A star-child to his over-caring parents, his Mum in particular, into intimate games with other boys, he is good at playing girls in theatre plays, he is later also a lover and friend of girls, several variants of girls from rather sweet and “gender-neutral” to a bit dominant to maiden-like, and as he is in close contact to them, he takes over traits of them, just as he takes over traits of his close male friends, and then he is also an actor, plays men, straight and gay and asexual men, and demons, kings and monsters, and of all of them he takes over stuff.

And then he has some success. Gigantic feedback loops start their amazing process. A lot of (different) people, but mostly women (and some LGTBQS too) suddenly love that C. madly, adore that C., think each one individually, and as an ever growing collective, that that C. has something to do with THEM, specifically – it is like Karma, like a great awakening, like a spark of a whole new light, almost like the advent of a new religion.

[This is a bloody fairy tale, SO DO NOT SEND ME ANY HATE FOR THIS, I am just doing POETRY here, I am fucking allowed to, if you do not like it, move elsewhere].

And whenever those fans ask themselves and each others: what is it? – Everyone immediately says: The eyes, the eyes, the eyes! One even coins the amazing expression: “Universal Eyes”. Indeed. They are different, those eyes, they promise a human existence beyond simply male and simply female, simply straight and simply gay, simply white and simply Asian, simply young and simply adult, simply rational and simply intuitive, even simply human and other-than-human. Those eyes. The C. knows about them and uses them for both high art, seduction and personal profit. This goes on for a while, in nice chaotic harmony.

But then suddenly the C. has other plans and wishes. He is a veeeery spoiled and ambitious and moody and greedy one, that C.! The C. does no want to be the victim anymore of those strange, unique eyes he has been given, and also not of that odd “asexual” and “socio-pathic” part that has made his fame, and not of the fan masses, that crazy church of a fandom that had formed around it. No, that C. feels suddenly a wee bit ungrateful about all those things. Damn my eyes and androgynous appearance, that just does not get me enough really well paying parts in the heavy duty Hollywood machinery that still only rewards straight males and straight females in a strictly binary system, with gays just good for tear-jerking tragic heros, villains or monsters, or some boring supporting part, but such a tiny range, and of course BIs, they do NOT EXIST. Also not some kind of rather narcissistic, cosmo-erotic shaman type who can make on occasion love to almost anything, man, woman, landscape, camera, a book, a mild breeze or a star, as the C. seems to be in truth.

No, he is done with that, the C. says. I want my straight credits! I want big time money and an A list status! Now! I am getting old, for I-do-not-believe-in-him-though C's sake! So he gets himself some pecs and a short hair cut and Rat Pack attire and a broad that is some sort of dummy representing the mere position of woman, or fiancé or wife. And there is also some weird form of pregnancy drama supposed to give him father-credits. And the C. also says in public interviews: want RomCom, want action heroism, want to get the girl. Over and over again. And if course he his doing ads for them cars and clumsily hosting shows about car races and sports and such. Very manly indeed. And so this goes on and on, the C. becomes really really straight. His odd eyes he has no real use for anymore become sad and cold and bleak. And so he hides them behind shades. And Clark Kent Hipster glasses. That's very manly too.

But there are some people among the fans who buy that act. Wholeheartedly. In fact it gives them quite some relief. So when looking into those odd eyes the have never fallen for a FAG, or a non-existing BI-boy, or, God forbid, some poly/cosmosexual monster! No, it has always just been the still adolescent version of a straight male, pure and simple. Thank you, great God of middle class, and middle west! And see, the C. is also not that “Buddhist” any more and goes to a church run by the god of heterosexual matrimony and somehow weds that dummy of straight credits. She seems a bit unhappy and jaded though, no wonder, what woman with self-respect would like to pose as a living, breathing “straight credit”? As nothing but the empty POSITION of “woman”, “wife”, “mother-to-be” for … reasons.

And so all of this lead to a mad war. One front facing the other. One camp mourning about the loss of a unique new creature with unique new eyes and traits and talents and magic, giving them hope for a new and more glamorous world of high diversity. They mourn and rub their eyes and palm their faces about such absurd efforts to kill that beautiful creature for WHAT? Cheesy Hollywood merchandise soon to be forgotten, car ads and lots and lots of evil cash for the college fund of a kid whose chances of true happiness seem to be but slim. 

And the others rejoice: look at this, you losers, the C. finally became a perfect gentleman, a husband, a father-to-be!

Soon he will be fighting the enemies of the free West, some filthy scum like you, some obese, leftist, disgusting, loser soma/neurodivers scum like you, in a sweaty singlet with a machine gun in hand, just like the Willies, and he will get the straight, submissive blonde girl who just so compensates her obvious inferiority with some snide one-liners!

Well, well, well.

Even if so … he will still run like a girl, x-legged (he really does that, that C.) And he will still … hopefully! … have those eyes, those feline movements, this mouth, all those funny little traits that are so NOT US-straight-heroic. So who is the delusional one, I ask you in all kindness?

The game is maybe not over, but if it is … I for one will never buy those straight credits. Never ever. My instinct never betrays me, never ever. Not in those matters.

This is not the glorious advent of a mature straight C. out for a major career. This is a vile monster hungry for money, status, core family comfort, parental approval, whatever, killing a beautiful creature for no good reason at all.

And in all likelihood The C. will not gain anything from it.

As the C. is simply not PLAUSIBLE as the straight male action hero, and every powerful straight male producer or studio boss on the planet (plus straight female spouses) sees it, knows it and draws the consequences.

It will be a disaster or a huge wake up call for the C.

But even if his downfall is final, even if I can do nothing but mourn this sad and final event, there WILL BE OTHERS learning from him. Others with very similar eyes. 

And one day, rather soon in fact, this whole new life-style of diversity will be so strong and powerful and magical, and the usual bribes of straight, capitalist Hollywood plus Midwest Deity regime so dull and toxic and utterly exhausted that the life of one or rather several of his younger siblings of whatever assigned birth-gender, with or without acting talent/training, will take a totally different turn.

I am certain of it.