Archive | August, 2010

Everything… I mean Everything Happens for a Reason!!

29 Aug

Now most of you know…. I love some whiskey. Are you sure you knew that? Well…. I’ve told you before. I must admit that it is one of life’s little indulgences for me. I know. I’m not supposed to end a sentence with a pronoun. But you know what I have to say about that? Fuck it!!! Why not? Tonight, I hobbled down to a local bar alone. It’s a busy night because it’s Saturday. I went to my favorite bar, ordered two shots of whiskey and slammed ’em down like a pro.
Then, you know what happened? My friend bought me two more. Before I knew it, I had ingested six shots of good ole fashioned whiskey. It reminds me of the good ole days when I was in my twenties. Man!!! I could hold my liquor like a fish! Now that I’m over one hundred years old, I must admit that I’ve become somewhat of a light weight. Anyway, another strange thing happened to me. I was on my way to the bar. I looked down and saw a piece of paper. It was a card for a circus show from six months ago!!! My show!!! What are the odds of that? I could have been on any street tonight any day. But I chose to walk down the street where my card was. Is that a sign or what? I’m gonna ask you guys (my readers), what do you think this means? I guess I’ll find out eventually. Until then, I love you! All of my readers. You are awesome! Good night, Mavis Rose


X-Marks-the-Spot at the Top of a Tree

25 Aug

I was walking out in the woods one day last January and saw a mossy rock. I bent down to pick it up. Under it was a map. I followed the lines to the “x-marks-the-spot”. The X was under a grand old Oak tree. I wondered if I should dig or climb? My intuition told me to climb. So, I climbed way up high all the way to the top. You know what I found? Something very special. As you know, I’m not supposed to climb trees because of my leg. But… it was totally worth the effort! I’m glad I followed that map. 😉
-The end, Mavis Rose Sinclair

Winding Roads and Hissing Roaches

23 Aug

You will not believe this story. Yesterday, I went to an old friend’s house for a party. When I got there, all my friends from years ago were lounging around drinking and talking. The apartment belongs to my friend, Andrew. It was a strange place nestled in the countryside. I don’t even know how I really got there. Anyway, I was sitting on the couch next to Andrew, when all of the sudden a giant hissing roach crept out of the cushions! I screamed and jumped off the couch. The hissing roach pounced onto Andrew’s shoulder and crawled down his shirt. Surprisingly, he was rather calm about the situation. The damn bug was at least 2 inches long and 1 inch wide. It would curl up it’s back till it was standing on it’s hind legs and hiss at you. It looked me in the eye for goodness sake!!! I couldn’t stand the thought of staying there. The hissing roach was no where to be found after Andrew flung it across the room. I was scared to death. To avoid the creepy critter, I fled the apartment in disgust. For some reason, I decided to jog. I looked down and my wooden leg was missing. There was a lovely fleshy leg in its place!!! I began to jog. Usually, I have no endurance for running. And of course, my leg prevents me from doing so. However, I felt free as a bird that day! I ran and ran and ran up and down dirt roads winding through beautiful countryside. It was exhilarating!!! I had run for about an hour. I began to realize that I had no idea where I was. Oh, shit! How would I find my way back? Then, I woke up. I looked under the covers at my leg. It was still made of wood. -The End, Mavis

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9 Aug

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Freaky Misconception

1 Aug

Hey folks! Mavis speaking. It’s time to clear up rumors and disprove a myth about the circus. Over the years, people have moaned and groaned about the awful treatment of performers who “are different”, have disabilities or outrageous anomalies. Are freak shows wrong? My answer is hell no. Why?
Many of these folks are social outcasts. When in public they are gawked at, pointed at and run away from in fear or disgust, (to name a few). It is often difficult for legless, armless, oddly bearded, overtly short, massively tall, morbidly obese, geographically tattooed persons to gain legitimate employment. They are no doubt discriminated against. Admit it. If you were to encounter an over seven foot woman or man in a public setting, you would be so inclined to look and take a few double takes. Imagine how difficult it would be for them to find a lover!
Those things said, I don’t believe that freak shows should be banned from the circus. If they have been, it’s odd for people to think that modern-day societal freak shows are nonexistent. For instance: talk shows (i.e. Jerry Springer). And what, per say, do you consider reality T.V.? Nonetheless, this article is intended to open the public eye to the importance of circus freak shows.
Would freaks have jobs if not employed by the circus? I guess you could say that a midget or dwarf gets jobs in Hollywood. And guess what they play in every movie: a midget or dwarf. That doesn’t leave them many career options. We all know they’ll never get a “Brad Pitt” part. Let’s consider the fat lady or bearded lady of the circus freak shows. Do these women have a chance to get a leading role in a movie? I think not. Their excessive curves and unwanted facial hair lead to much discrimination in the public sphere.
To boot: the circus is a chance for these social outcasts to not only gain employment, but to provide them with a circus family. It’s also an opportunity for some to have long lasting and fruitful careers. And you may argue that they are gawked at, pointed at and so on. Even if they’re not freaks in the circus, they are freaks in the real world. Either way people are gonna stare. Why not get paid for it!!?!!

By the way… with a wooden leg, I am considered a freak too.  Wouldn’t you agree?  Without the circus, it would be quite difficult for me to get a regular job.  I can’t drive, swim, walk up stairs or carry objects steadily without the risk of dropping them.  So, I must say, that as a freak I am very thankful for the circus and my freaky family!