Tuesday, June 01, 2010

In praise of the absurd.

Today on my way to work there was a woman walking in front of me with the oddest mess of nine pounds of crazy cheap extension hair on her head.

I walked faster to marvel at the braids and whorls and loops, then I realized she had on a black velvet cape and though I did not see her face I was a little in love.

From the back the whole was indeed kind of bizarre and absurd and I loved it.

I loved her for working it, no she was not just wearing this ensemble she was WORKING IT.

I have to say, there is something profoundly beautiful and fantastic to me when people not only fly their freak flags but own that shit and work it.

I love it.

When I was a little girl my Father had the terrible awful habit of pointing out "Freaks". He was one of those people, pointing staring pulling the car around for another look.

I never said so but I wanted to see the freaks because I thought they were beautiful.

The punk kids he pointed and laughed at I thought were elegant and glamorous.

I remember one in particular, I can't recall if it was a boy or a girl but this person had these insanely tight pants on, black jeans and this huge platinum hair and I thought he or she was just beautiful.

So today, I say absurd and funny looking/dressing people of the world I fucking love you.

All of you people whom others look at and shake their heads, or point at or whisper. Hold your head up because I fucking love you.

I love you for making this world less boring.

I also am saying these things because I really do appreciate the freaks.

There are a lot of us out there and frankly we all need more Fuck yeahs.

I've been a bit down on myself lately due to my odder predilections. I've been not happy with my writing because it's not what typically sells in the market right now and that's upsetting and exhausting. I've been unhappy with my love of weird clothes and things.

And then I saw that woman today, strutting her stuff with her head full of crazy kanekalon hair and I remembered the things I do love about myself.

I do love and cherish the fact that yes, I'm a weirdo.

I'm a strange bird, I like weird things, I say weird things. Sometimes my brain goes bad dark places and that's okay.

In fact, it is mother fucking wonderful.

I forget sometimes that this eccentricity is one of the reason the people who love me do in fact love my crazy ass.

So here's to you lady with the insane hair piece.

I salute you.

Now if y'all will excuse me I am really tired. Uniballer and I walked all over W. Seattle last night and my knees hurt.

I will post some new pics at some point this week. Make up and other randomness.

in the mean time.

Don't forget my homies and haters I love you guys.

Fly your freak flag high.

Homo out.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

I hear you loud and clear. My mother was the same freakin way; I remember being at a thrift store with her maybe 11 years ago and one of the cashiers was a girl with a pixie cut that was cotton candy pink in the kind of clothes my mother wouldn't let me wear (but did all the time once I moved out.) And my mother was shit-talking the second we left going "That girl looked like a circus freak." when I thought she was beautiful. I don't dress as flamboyantly as I used to, and technicolor hair doesn't bode well in an office setting (and after 15+ years of hair dye abuse I think it's had enough!) but the freak flag's at full mast on nights and weekends, it's inescapable and something I'm proud of.

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