Beautiful Freaks Fest 2

Scars, Scars, Scars… Such Terrible Beauty!

Have you ever wondered what would’ve happened if Dr. Frankenstein would’ve protected and nurtured… the monster his brain, his circumstances, and his living created? If he would’ve embraced that terrible creature, incorporated its strength into his own life, accepted the monster as part of what made him who he was? I have wondered… and this year, for our 2nd Beautiful Freaks Fest, Emma, Rommy, and I wish to turn those wonderings into deliciously freakish art of terrible beauty.

The idea came to us quite organically (and… creepily, in the best of ways). I had been telling my Piano Man that whatever Halloween event I chose to participate in 2018 would play around the idea of scars. After all the physical and psychological stitching my flesh and soul have danced with these last few months, scars just… make sense. Then, a handful of hours later, Emma informs me that this year is the 200th anniversary of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein… and that Elsa Lanchester’s (The Bride of Frankenstein) birthday is October 28, which happens to be the same weekend we had been considering for the blog party. And, just in case these details failed to overload our gloriously creepy meter, Rommy wrote “Uncomfortable”, a piece full of needles, and rage, and stitched flesh that morph into needed weaponry.

Emma, Rommy, and I understand that not everyone might see the effects of a life-sucking disease, or experiments gone wrong, or of characters remaking themselves through pain (to fight tormentors) as beautiful or as a source of strength. But… for this event, that’s exactly what we’re inviting you to do: let’s create art (short tales, dolls, poems, sculptures, songs, paintings, spells, jewelry… anything you can think of) that celebrates the magic of embracing the scars life has marked our skins and minds with and turn all that hurt into an artful armor of terrible beauty.

The prompt is quite open… here are some examples to entice your muse:
– “Praying Him into an Angel”, by Magaly Guerrero, a short story I wrote to help me deal (in a positive and humorous way) with deep scars carved by loss and grief.
Drusilla, by Emma Yardis, an armless and legless doll who never allows her lack of limbs to keep her from being happy (or bringing joy to her adopted humans).
– “Uncomfortable”, by Rommy Driks, a poem that takes the current socio-political horrors and brews them into a piece of writing that bleeds and screams and hopes.
The Broken Column, by Frida Kahlo, she “looks forward, unflinchingly… In spite of the brokenness of her internal body, her external sensuality is unmarred.” Frida painted her pain into masterpieces that continues to soothe and inspire the masses.
– Harry Potter’s lightning bolt shaped scar… all right, so Harry isn’t always all that fond of his scar, but when he understands that it is a part of him he can’t safely get rid of, he does what he must to benefit from it.

In short, my Wicked Luvs, your contribution to the Beautiful Freaks Fest can be about any topic… as long as said topic is centered around scars… and conveys a positive message. The world has as much negativity as it can handle at the moment. So, let us create uplifting art together, and sprinkle it with the sort of terrible beauty that makes us human (okay, not just human, but humans we can be proud of).

 

the notes and guidance and such…
– To join the party, add your blog link using the Inlinkz tool below. On party day, I will publish a new post where you can add the direct link to your contribution.
– Please do not leave links in the comment section. The comment section is for… comments. If you leave links there, we’ll delete them. Embrace the blue linky frog.
– We will party from Oct 26th to Oct 28th. You can post (1 entry per platform) every day of the party. Visit other Beautiful Freaks lovers. Spread the word… If you have questions, please add them to the comment section of this post, Emma, Rommy, or my slightly-chemo-poisoned self will be lurking around to answer them.

 

Magaly on Instagram: @magalyguerreroindarkerwords
Emma on Instagram: @groovygothic
Rommy on Instagram: @rommy_driks
Our party tag #BeautifulFreaksFest2

 

Bald Is Better with Earrings (and a sexy Piano Man who gets funky pre-going-bald haircuts with you)

“Don’t think of it as dying”, said Death. “Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.” ~ Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman  

 

Nope, I am not dying just yet, my Wicked Luvs, so stop reaching for your blood-red-and-midnight-black best… I just really love this quote. All right, I love most Pratchett quotes… and when my Knight Writer’s imaginative wit is joined by the yumminess of Neil Gaiman, well… I must share the wild, wild, wild wisdom.

I love that those words embrace the soul and center of my chronic positivity: I do believe, believe, believe… that there will always be something great to get out of even the worst of situations: if the next few months promise to keep you dazed for hours at the time, catch up with all those TV shows you’ve been meaning to watch; if all your bits get so exhausted that you feel they are about to fall off, think of the whole thing as a challenge against your endurance; if the glorious jungle that is your hair is about to fall off in a week or 3, get funky haircuts with your partner in crime, in love, in living; when life gets too serious for games, play seriously hard; when darkness threatens to feed on all that is bright, let your fire burn, shine…

This year, my Piano Man and I were not so sure we would make it to New York Comic Con. I was supposed to have a port inserted last week, on the same day the convention started. But… completely coincidentally (and not because my doctors totally rock), the surgery was scheduled for after the convention. We did not attend two or 3 days, as we have done in the past, but we got to go on Sunday. And since the very first thing we saw (a Good Omens booth) included the phrase “third nipple”, I just knew all would be well (and slightly hysterical).

If we’re friends on Facebook, then you already saw this picture. Still, I had to share it again. I mean, how often do you get to show the faces of your husband and your TV boyfriend in the same picture? *waves at Crowley aka the coolest Doctor ever*.

There was not a lot of swag (that my Piano Man and I were interested in) this year, but we found rather cool earrings for the not-so-little Princess and for me. This pair glows in the dark. I might have to take them trick-or-treating.

Remember that bit I said at the beginning? About how “I believe… that there will always be something great to get out of even the worst of situations”? Well, I have finally figure out what to do with all the pins I have been hoarding for years. This one, which reads, “I’m wondering what to read next…”, was a gift from Rommy. The black ribbon came with a gift from Emma. See? I did not lose a breast, I just found a cool place to show off my pins and ribbons and scarves. 😀

These two might be my new most favorite pairs of earrings. How many beings get to say that they can dangle the TARDIS and two bat’leths from their ear lobes?

 

health Updates and other bits…

1. I am doing well, just busy juggling doctor’s visits and new treatment planning.
2. My inbox is full and then some. I’m not ignoring you, but… it might take me a while to get to your messages and emails and such.
3. The Beautiful Freaks Fest 2 announcement post will go live Monday or Tuesday. What? Don’t tell me you thought we would skip this year. Of course not! freakish beauty is relentless. Besides, nothing replenishes the soul (and distracts the flesh from hurling its guts out) like a wild bit of cyber-partying with awesome friends.
4. The title of this post was partly borrowed from Andrea Hutton’s Bald is Better with Earrings: A Survivor’s Guide to Getting Through Breast Cancer.
5. I don’t like even numbers, so here is an odd line… just for me (and for you, too, of course… if you want it): be good, be wild, be deliciously you… always.