it's all in me

Let it be known that the Fox has learned his lesson now for the future: wax, wax, wax. Let’s just say the sensitive skin on my chest is notably unimpressed about the fact I attacked it with a razorblade ten days ago. Looking in the mirror today, I began to play connect the dots with each razor bump that has flared up and managed to spell “F You.” Applying another round of moisturizer, I apologized to my skin, crossed my fingers behind my back, and promised that I would never dress up as a girl again.

Well it is officially summer, although judging from the cool temperatures and overcast skies here on the West Coast you would never know it. Nowadays, I have made it a point to take full advantage of the sun whenever it decides to make an appearance (which says a lot for a redhead as fair as I). After waking up to a blue sky last Saturday, I proceeded with a book directly to the beach and stayed there until sunset.

I cannot say that I mind the clouds too much or for that matter the rain. With Northern Irish and Scottish blood pumping through my veins, my genes feel right at home here in Vancouver. That said, the only time I do find it gets to me is first thing in the morning. Each time I roll out of bed and open the curtains to a grey sky, I immediately close them and crawl back under the covers, too uninspired to get up.

Talk about cloudy this post is starting to read overcast! Allow me to change skies with this next paragraph.

Two nights ago I broke into a major sweat after trying to shoot another Kitchen Dance Party video to Whitney Houston’s cover of the Chaka Khan classic “I’m Every Woman.” Arriving home with a bottle of Spanish wine, I propped up my camera on the couch and started getting into costume. Channeling Mad Men and Billy Elliot, I squeezed into my tight home-made jean shorts and strapped on the heels I wore at the Pageant. (Apparently I am not done with them yet.) Completing the ensemble with my Hutterite plaid top and a blue cooking apron my mom gave me, I poured myself a glass of red and started to work on the creative process.

Two and a half glasses of wine, five rehearsals, and two exotic dances with a kitchen broom later, I was just about to press record on the final video when I heard a loud thump come up from beneath the floor.  Muting the song, I paused to listen if I was just hearing things, and then taking one step forward with my heel heard another pound. Standing a jar, I deemed the unfriendly noise to be less “tell-tale heart” and more “don't make me come up there.”

Taking another sip of wine to decide my course of action, I felt I was on good authority to heel toe it down to the apartment below, knock on the door, and offer a simple explanation with the help of my spatula that I was filming a very important video, for a very important website, for a very important audience. Taking one more sip of wine to close the deal, I feigned interest instead and fearing a noise complaint, shut the production down.

Who knows, maybe one day I will be able to upload the final video, but for now I must leave you with stills from the rehearsal ones. I entitle the series of screen captures "Gender Trouble? Gender Fun."

Comments

[Peter]

it was worth the noise complaint

[Joy]

What a treat. Sooo funny! You really outdid yourself this time Fox. Can´t wait for the video:)