Growing up, people around me often made fun of cross-dressers on television, or anything remotely different from gender-conformity; kilts, for example. That was me as well, conforming to the mentality of others, until when curiosity was in cahoots with boredom, and I borrowed the VCR named “To Wong Foo,” which was a film with some of the most seasoned drag queens (you should never say “oldest” drag queens). Continue reading “Not A Chameleon”
When I was reading The Tempest, I could not find myself liking the protagonist, or most human characters for that matter. Perhaps it was biased, because I found Caliban to be quite pitiable, and strongly resemble my favorite character, the Creature from the TV-series, Penny Dreadful. Prospero sought revenge, and abused his magical power to enslave others to serve his own needs. His daughter, Miranda, despite her innocent depiction, raised no objections to the cruel treatment of Caliban.
Caliban is depicted as savage, and animal-like throughout the play. However, his “evil,” is most often stemmed from the manipulations by others. And in a sense, he is perhaps the most innocent character in the play; much like animals in the wild, as they are never truly evil.
“Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow-creatures is amusing in itself.” – James Anthony Froude. Continue reading “The Creature, and Caliban”
I called it a forest, in my head, but it was no longer a forest. It used to be, I’d presume, for the area was fenced, pipes were built, the land was mowed, and the skeletons of a building was present. The pond was artificial. It was often drained, then refilled for reasons unknown to me. And the leftover trees served as much purpose as this pond to the people; for aesthetic purposes only. Continue reading “Fawn Whisperer”