Wie gross und schön war Babylon

stellavista:

subtleelectricfire:

the john waters advent calender:

Day 1… Get naked and smoke.
Day 2… Ask a neighbour if they find it funny that every man in the neighborhood has a penis.
Day 3… Flash someone.
Day 4… Get your hair done.
Day 5. Go to a porn theatre (or rent a porno movie) and “pop a load”
Day 6… Whenever you hear someone say “shit” tell them you hate the brown word.
Day 7… Exclaim “What a day for an execution!” to strangers.
Day 8… Stomp on someones foot - laugh maniacally.
Day 9… Play “car accident.” (Be sure to have plenty of ketchup on hand.)
Day 10… Get a baby sitting job - throw wild destructive party. Trash everything.
Day 11… Admit to God that you are a whore.
Day 12… Tell your nephew (or other younger male relative) you’d be so happy if he turned nelly and found a nice beautician boyfriend.
Day 13… Seduce a bus driver.
Day 14… Refer to your daughter (or young female relative) as “that little MF”
Day 15… Write “I sniff jury underpants” (or other obscenity) in a bathroom stall.
Day 16… Have sloppy joes for dinner.
Day 17… Go to doctor and demand “a wang.”
Day 18… At the dinner table exclaim loudly “I’m so hungry I could eat cancer.”
Day 19… Tell someone that you’re a thief, a shit kicker and that you’d like to be famous.
Day 20… Condone first degree murder. Advocate cannibalism.
Day 21… Have sex with a midget in the back of a car.
Day 22… Be celibate for celluloid.
Day 23… Watch “Christmas Evil” with JW commentary.
Day 24… Send someone a bowel movement.
Bonus day - Return all your Christmas gifts for money because…. “you can do that you know.”

(john “meat thief” waters photographed by john russell)

1988. or possibly 89? it’s all a bit of a blur. i was in a club, waiting for the drag queen i was fucking that week to finish his set. i was semi-used to seeing or talking to famous people, a natural by-product of spending five nights a week in Hollywood clubs. but i was particularly giddy and awe struck to be sitting at the same table as John Waters and admittedly extremely nervous. i’m sure i was drunk and most likely high and i babbled incessantly about whatever popped into my head. given the time period it’s likely most of the words that fell indelicately out of my mouth were salacious. i must’ve finally paused to take a breath because he looked at me dead in the eye with that pencil-stache smirk, took the longest draw on his cig and said, “you are the dirtiest girl i’ve ever met.” of course, that couldn’t possibly have been true. i’m sure he was just humoring me, maybe even mocking me, but i didn’t care.

sometimes, when i’m in the grocery store, shopping for cereal or paper towels or eggs, looking like just another suburban wife in my old blue jeans and flannel, i think about that night and i smile.

 great story

Have to make up for some lost time tomorrow night. Gotta get naked and smoke something.