#Carnival Strippers

[semioticapocalypse]

Susan Meiselas. ‘Lena on the Bally Box‘ (from ‘Carnival Strippers’). Essex Junction, Vermont. 1973

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[ainavisa]

Susan Meiselas. Carnival Strippers (1972-1975).

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OH MY GOOD LORD YES

This might be a very controversial take but Sybil being fat with no hair and Adora being weird about golems and Granny being old and a virgin and Magrat being ugly and Agnes being fat and Nanny being Nanny and Cheery existing does more for feminism than 90% of intentionally "feminist" media produced in the past 5-10 years actually

[prompt-heaven]

the ultimate list of AUs, kinks and tropes to inspire you for kinktober 

some of these are darker in nature since that is fitting for the spooky season. 

AUs

academic / teacher / professor / tutor 

addams family

babysitter / nanny

bartender

biker

bodyguard

bonnie and clyde

bounty hunter

boxer 

camp counselor

circus / carnival

cult 

demon / angel

fairytale retelling

fantasy 

farmer

firefighter

guardian angel 

historical 

hybrid

mafia / mob 

magic 

maid / butler 

mechanic 

modern 

monster / mythology / supernatural

paranormal investigator 

pirate / mermaid

post-apocalyptic

priest

prison

rockstar 

royalty

serial killer

sex worker / porn / camgirl/boy / stripper 

slasher

soulmate

spy / secret agent

steampunk / cyber punk

sugar daddy

tattoo artist 

time travel

treasure hunter 

vampire

werewolf 

wild west

TROPES

a/b/o

against a wall 

age gap

amnesia / memory loss

anonymous sex

balcony sex

boss x employee 

brothers best friend / dad’s best friend (dbf)

car sex

cheating

clothed sex

comforting sex

coworkers to lovers

cursed / fuck or die / sex pollen

dark / soft!dark

enemies to lovers

exes to lovers

fake relationship

forbidden romance

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

game gone wrong

hate sex / make-up sex

huddle for warmth

just the tip

library sex

loss of virginity

mirror sex

neighbours to lovers 

only one bed

opposites attract

period sex

pool / hot tub sex

predator / prey

professor x student

public / semi-public sex

revenge sex

reverse harem

romantic sex

roommates to lovers

rough sex

seduction

sex in an alley

sex in exchange for a favour

sex while camping

shower / bath sex

stalker

stepcest

table sex

unrequited love

yandere

KINKS

aftercare

anal 

begging

being recorded / taking pictures

body worship

dom / sub / bondage / bdsm / shibari

breath play / choking

cheating

cockwarming

corruption kink 

costumes / uniforms

creampie / breeding / forced breeding

cuckolding

cum in panties

cumplay

cunnilingus / face sitting / rimming / blowjob / deep throating / gagging

dacryphillia

dirty talk / voice kink

double penetration / double penetration in one hole 

dry humping / thigh riding 

dubcon / noncon / cnc / drugging

dumbification

exhibitionism / voyeurism

fingering

fisting

flashing 

food play 

footjob 

forced orgasm

formal wear 

free use

glory hole

glove kink 

hand kink

handjob 

hole inspection

humiliation / degradation

hunter / prey

impact play / spanking / whipping / hair pulling / pain kink

jealousy / sharing / possessive

knife kink / gun kink

lingerie / stockings / socks

massage

masturbation / caught masturbating / mutual masturbation

medical kink

monsterfucking / tentacles

multiple orgasms

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

threesome / orgy / gangbang

partner swap 

pegging

piercings

pillow humping

praise kink 

premature ejaculation / cuming untouched

pussyjob

roleplay

role reversal

ruined orgasm / cuming without permission

sensory deprivation 

sexting / phone sex 

facial / swallowing / bukakke

size kink / size difference / belly bulge

skirt stays on

somnophilia / getting fucked to sleep

spit kink

squirting

stripping / lap dance

teasing 

temperature play

thigh fucking

throat training

titty fucking

toys / object insertion 

OTHER PROMPTS

a ritual gone wrong 

a string of unexplained deaths

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

alian abduction 

art come to life

basement wife 

being paralysed 

blackmail 

caught trespassing on private property

college party gone wrong

crazy ex

curiosity killed the cat

fate worse than death

final girl

getting stranded in a little town that’s not as wholesome as it seems

ghostface

halloween party

haunted house / abandoned house 

haunted object 

hitch-hiking gone wrong

hot neighbour that has an obsession with you

i was sent here to assassinate you but now i think i might be in love with you

Items moving and/or going missing

i’ll find you in every universe / century

kidnapping

lost in a maze

mad scientist 

magical healing 

marriage / wedding / arranged marriage/ forced marriage 

mind control / telepathy

mirrors playing tricks on the mind

oh, you had a long day? use me as your personal sex toy in order to unwind

oops, i summoned a demon 

oops, i’m dating a serial killer

playing games (like seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle, hide and seek, etc.) but they have a slutty/dark twist to them

possession (ghost or demon)

power outage

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

road trip

secret room

serial killers fucking in front of hostages

stalker landlord

stalker wearing the same costume as your partner 

stockholm syndrome

the return of a villain thought dead

torture

toxic frat boy

waking up from strange dreams and seeing bruises and marks on your skin that correspond exactly with the dream you just woke from

we’re the last people on the planet and you will be mine

you wake up strapped to a table just as a fuck machine is turned on

[les-larmes-d-eros]

Returning backstage, série Carnival strippers, par Susan Meiselas (1973)

[postsforposting]

Body count

Wade's kill count in the military is 41.

Just shy of 42, the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything: just shy of godhood. In numerology, 7 is holy perfection and 6--one shy of 7--is humanity and human weakness; 6*7=42, the link between god and man, aka seeing god.

Biblically, 42 is also the antichrist, who gets 42 months (3.5 years) to do what he wants before Christ returns to earth from heaven....to start the apocalypse. You know, how Wade and Logan fall from heaven into a Carnival (his own circus).

Francis, aka god, turns Wade into Jesus-cum-antichrist: both, that's what a Jesus foil aka anti-christ is. Jesus is close to god but not the same thing; he's another face.

When Deadpool offs Smith he has 90 kills; Francis is next. (Agent Smith Matrix joke, he's not the Machine-god but an agent of them.)

Logan-cum-god will be doing this until he's 90 because after 90 is when god dies.

89 kills is 41*2+7; he's added another 41 kills to his original set. Just shy of god twice over, plus a little extra as a treat. Offing Smith takes him to 42, enough to reach god.

Those seven are Vanessa's 7 "little deaths" in the sex montage: having sex means you have added to your Body Count. (We only see them on the holidays because those are the days one gets off to go to church and see god.) He was discharged from special forces because he was found hip deep in hookers. At just shy of 42, of course he was looking for that special someone: looking for his god among the hookers. Biblically, that's who Jesus hangs out with. Strippers see god the most, after all.

Vanessa was his romantic other half, they work well together, but it wasn't perfect. She's a foil to both Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene; a saint, but not the godhead (head joke). God adjacent, close but no cigar (lol--this is why Cavallrine was the "whole package" and dp2 has Wade smoking a cigarette: he'd get close to death but no cigar). Vanessa got 7 little deaths, while Wade got 6 plus 1: 6 "deaths" plus the failed pegging attempt, because Jesus comes with a sword. A strap on isn't a real sword, hence he does not get off on the holiday for women only. He's just a man at this point.

That 6 is foreshadowing that it won't work out with Vanessa, that she isn't perfect for him. We hear about six weeks again in the opening of dp2, telling us that his endeavor against crime lords is gonna bite him in the ass, and his attempts to die won't work either.

It's Wade and Vanessa's anniversary on the day she's killed; it was 2 years prior to dp1 that they'd met. That's 3 total years, plus what I assume is six months between that and Wade abusing time. That's 42 months: the time the antichrist gets to do almost anything he wants. (Disney/Fox joke: contractual obligations kept them in different universes.) Of course he wouldn't find god in this time; that's specifically not what the antichrist does.

It was six years between the last movie and dp3: just shy of meeting god. In the seventh year he finds Logan, his destined other half, his perfect jigsaw piece.

Who isn't god or death because he's close but--

only a honeybadger. Not the true wolverine, whose desecration, confirmed death, and resurrection via Marvel Jesus saved the world.

42, the link between god and man, is the ultimate answer, but the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is, "What do you get when you multiply six by nine".

You know, sixty-nine, when you face different directions:

Using a different anchor. A.... different base (dick joke--the sex swap between Vanessa and Logan matters). 6*9 is 42 in base 13, not base 10.

The way to see god and save the universe is to 6 by 9. Desecrating each other to die and rise again.....until you're 90.

[satellitefeed]

robbie robertson pussy has me like ohhh so Carny is a 1980 American drama film about a waitress who joins a traveling carnival. It stars Gary Busey, Jodie Foster, and Robbie Robertson. It also includes an early role for Fred Ward. Frankie and Patch are friends who work for the Great American Carnival, a small-time carnival that tours the South. Frankie does an act as The Mighty Bozo, a character who sits in a dunk tank insulting the crowd, while Patch takes the money and runs the game. Patch is also the show's "adjuster," hence his carny name, working with the owner of the carnival, Heavy St. John, negotiating deals with local officials and representatives of the local underworld to keep the show open. What it takes to keep the show open varies from town to town. In one town, it is making good on a city official's gambling losses on the midway and giving a city councilor a pile of free passes to the carnival. In another, it is compromising to allow the strippers to work, but keeping the freak show closed. In a third, it involves providing an underworld boss's thug with a girl he fancies. He also works to maintain harmony among the carnies. Patch is good at his job of patching together the deals that keep the carnival rolling and keeping the peace on the lot, but never likes being played for a fool.

[digitalfountains]

Carnival Strippers by Susan Meiselas

- 1970s

[telekineticseance]

MASTERLIST

🍯 - fluff

✨ - smut

🔅 - angst

KINKTOBER ‘23 LIST

MATT STONE

🍯✨ : CIRCUMSTANCES series (matt x f!assistant reader) [COMPLETED]

- circumstances (part one) 🍯

- losing it (part two) 🍯

- working man (part three) 🍯

- entre nous (part four) 🍯

- bravest face (part five) 🍯

- chemistry (part six) ✨

- fly by night (part seven) ✨

- open secrets (part eight) 🍯

- in the mood (part nine) ✨

- closer to the heart (part ten) ✨

- time stands still (bonus christmas part) ✨

✨: tied up (matt x f!reader)

🔆 : kiss the bride (matt x gn!reader)

✨ : first time - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

✨ : ten more minutes - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

✨ : incapable - kinktober ‘23 (matt x gn!reader)

✨ : not yet - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

✨ : smoke signals - kinktober ‘23 (college!matt x gn!reader)

✨ : the rockstar’s gf - kinktober ‘23 (dvda!matt x f!reader)

✨ : reunion - kinktober ‘23 (matt x f!reader)

TREY PARKER

🍯✨ : FASCINATION STREET series (professor!trey x f!student reader) [IN PROGRESS]

- fascination street (part one) 🍯

- strange attraction (part two) 🍯

🍯✨ : DANCER series (90s!trey x f!stripper reader) [IN PROGRESS]

- part one 🍯

- part two 🍯

- part three ✨

🍯✨ : FAMILY FRIEND series (trey x f!reader) [COMPLETED]

- part one 🍯✨

- part two 🍯✨

- part three ✨

✨ : edge of glory (trey x gn!reader)

✨ : carnival rides (trey x f!reader)

✨ : never again (trey x f!reader)

✨ : purple passion - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : demolition lovers - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : call me - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f! reader)

✨ : secrecy - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : late night - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : drive in - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

✨ : across the way - kinktober ‘23 (trey x f!reader)

DOUG REMER

✨ : new experience (remer x f!reader)

🍯✨ : headcanons - reader with nippie piercings

✨ : hail to the king (remer x afab!reader)

✨ : noise complaint - kinktober ‘23 (doug x f!reader)

✨ : neighbors - kinktober ’23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : between us - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : did you miss me - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : trio - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader x joe cooper)

✨ : locker room showers - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : queen’s throne - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : november - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader)

✨ : alone - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x gn!reader)

JOE COOPER

✨ : you’re fired (coop x f!reader)

🔅 : masterpiece (coop x nb/gn!reader)

🍯✨ : headcanons - reader with nippie piercings

✨ : trio - kinktober ‘23 (doug remer x f!reader x joe cooper)

✨ : third base - kinktober ‘23 (joe cooper x f!reader)

✨ : poolside - kinktober ‘23 (joe cooper x gn!reader)

✨: asphyxia - kinktober ‘23 (joe cooper x f!reader)

JOE YOUNG

✨ : ineffable - kinktober ‘23 (joe x gn!reader)

✨ : after midnight - kinktober ‘23 (joe x f!reader)

DAVE THE LIGHTING GUY

✨ : camera shy - kinktober ‘23 (dave x gn!reader)

✨ : safe word - kinktober ‘23 (dave x f!reader)

TED ‘THEODORE’ LOGAN

✨ : study buddies (ted x afab!reader)

[harlowtales]

Backstage Passes and Passed Around

Reader and friend go backstage to meet their idols only to find everyone in the mood for a private after party 🎉

It all started with some drinks and conversation. You never tried anything like this before. It had been so long since you had even gone out and had fun, but tonight was your night. It was a private affair with strippers and a carnival theme. Your friend got to go backstage and of course took you with her as you were such a big fan of the headliners Method Man and Jack Harlow. Lots of people were walking around in masks. They had just finished performing as you and your friend walked in their dressing room.

“Yo great set man, nice to see you youngins doing your thing!” Meth said fist bumping Jack

“Thank you bro coming from a legend that means a lot” Jack said gratefully

“Guys some ladies here to say hi. They got special passes.” One of the backstage helpers said letting you guys in.

Everyone stopped talking and just looked at both of you. Method Man, Jack, and Jack’s friends Urban, KY Engineering, Sunni, and Copelan.

“Ladies hello.” Jack said warmly “We were just talking, please sit.” He offered

It got quiet and you and friend felt a bit uncomfortable, but everyone was nice enough.

“Where you ladies from?” Method Man piped up to brake the ice.

“I’m from Virginia.” You said

“Nice, and you’re fans?” Urban asked you

“Oh yes the biggest fans.” You said “…of both of you.” You said looking at Jack and Meth “and you too Urban, we know all of you.”

The room got quiet and they all exchanged looks. Slowly all the other people that had crowded the room left. You hadn’t noticed but Sunni locked the door. Copelan poured you and friend drinks.

“Weed?” He offered you

“Why not!!” You said giggling. You got drunk easily and so did your friend. After a few hours smoke filled the air and you had almost a bottle of tequila to yourself.

You hadn’t even noticed your friend was making out with Sunni in a dark corner. Jack sat on one side of you and Urban on the other. The room got dark and the music more smoothed out R&B.

“So I have a thing for MILF’s did you know that?” Jack said closing in on you with Urban doing the same on the other side. Method Man was standing behind you now.

“Hey man she’s more for me don’t you think?” You heard Meth say from behind your head.

“Ummm for you?” You said in a hazy confusion

“Yeah for me. For all of us.” Meth said reaching down and resting both hands on your shoulders to massage them. By now you had lost all control. It had been a very stressful time in your life so you and your friend decided to cut loose tonight, only you didn’t know how loose it was about to get.

“Hey I’m the masseuse” Jack said taking off your New Balances and rubbing your feet “You are a real one” he said looking at your shoes.

“Why don’t you relax ma.” Meth said “Take off that shirt, It’s getting hot” he said as he rubbed your shoulders applying more pressure now and making you put your head back and let out a slight moan.

You heard moaning from the dark corner as Sunni and your friend kissed and he started taking her clothes off. “You wanna go somewhere?” Sunni said to your friend. She nodded and they left, but everyone else was focused on you. Copelan came up to you getting your jeans off, opening your legs, and kissing up your thighs as Meth rubbed all the tension out of your neck and shoulders and Jack rubbed your feet.

“Ain’t that better?” Meth said in his low smooth voice. You felt like you were dreaming. No way was this happening. Your head swirled in a cloud of weed and alcohol. Jack left your feet and started rubbing your breast through your shirt. You knew now this was real.

“One for you and one for me.” Urban said as Jack undid your buttons. He gently parted the fabric to reveal your ample breasts. “Beautiful.” He sighed as Urban cupped one breast in his hands gently kissing it. His tongue flicking and teasing your nipple as Jack squeezed and sucked the other breast. The feeling of your nipples being stimulated in two different ways made you close your eyes and groan.

Copelan made his way to your warm, soft place. You felt his breath as he was just on the verge of sticking his tongue inside you. It was long, rough, and forceful as he parted your dewy folds and pushed into your cushy space to taste you. He took total control sucking and licking like you were a dessert with a whipped topping “Ah fuck pineapple.” He said breathlessly with a smile as he looked up at you with his warm brown eyes and long lashes, your juices glistening on his lips. You held onto his head with his signature red arrow as he ravaged you. He picked up speed sucking and sticking his fingers in and out of you while rubbing your clit. You lost all control. Jack and Urban were rubbing and squeezing your breasts and biting your nipples. “Uh!!! Oh!!! Uh!!!” You exclaimed loudly as you erupted like a volcano.

“Move let me have her.” Jack said pushing Copelan out of the way. He took his pants off and ordered you to turn over and lay on your stomach as he rolled a condom to the base of his generous size. You felt every titillating sensation as he entered you cautiously at first and winced as his large cock took time to penetrate your tight space. Once he was in he felt how slick you were and picked up his rhythm. It went from gentle to hard real fast.

You lost your mind as Jack stretched your flesh and you collapsed under his weighted thrusts. “Jack!” You cried out as he had his way with you holding your arms back. With a loud moan he suddenly he pulled out and came around to your face for you to suck on him bare and throbbing. At the same time behind there was a different voice. A line up had formed that you couldn’t see.

“Look at that ass” KY said as he slapped and bit one cheek making you cry out. You heard a condom package rip open and felt a rough entry as he got right to pumping in and out of you taking advantage of how wet you got for Jack. He was rock hard as he stroked himself watching Jack fuck you. By now you were so wet they all glided in and out of your inner core as they took turns in the dimly lit room. You just heard a couple footsteps until you felt the weight of someone else. As one would finish fucking you roughly from behind, one would come in front to be sucked on and pumped with your fist. Everyone had worked up such a sweat, the air was thick with the aroma of delicious sex and moaning.

Method Man broke up the train. “Alight fellas” he said “Come baby girl” He said inviting you to sit on him erect and waiting impatiently. To his surprise you barely needed hands to take him in and as you rode you gave Jack and Urban hand jobs standing on either side of your head while you gave Copelan a sloppy blow job making him throw his head back. Method had your breasts in his mouth, grinding into you making you pause as you held your breath cumming again.

“Mmmm you like that don’t you?” He said in your ear as you came down from your high. You deliriously nodded in agreement giving him a faint smile. He pushed back your messy hair and kissed you on the cheek before you were passed off to someone else.

Urban laid you on your back straddling your chest with his tanned muscular legs and placed himself between your boobs. “Spit on it.” He commanded and you obeyed. He pushed your breasts together around his dick, his tip reddish purple as it was about to burst.

“Holy fuck” Urban moaned as he came all over your breasts within a few strokes smearing his cum all over them with his dick and wiping your face as cum hit you. “Sorry.” He said chuckling. He was empty and completely satisfied. He sat on a chair across from the couch watching Jack go back for more. “Yo, you’re being greedy bro.” He said as Jack entered you missionary style with a hand at your throat.

KY wanted in on the action. He hovered his manhood over your face. “Be a good girl and take this in your mouth.” He said caressing your hair and holding your head to take him in as you laid on your back. You opened wide and he slowly slid all the way into your throat as you closed in around him. “Ah god damn.” He said between breaths as he pumped your face groaning. You finally were let up for air gasping and wiping your mouth dripping from his cum.

Jack was grinding his hips into you in a circular motion while holding one of your legs in the air. Urban placed kisses on your forehead “You are such a sweet girl” He said as you struggled under Jack knowing you were about to cum again. You clutched at his back and clenched around him. They all had their way with you and were now just watching Jack pull out with a look of pleasure and pain on his face as he finished on your stomach “Shit!” He exclaimed vigorously stroking as creme shot out. He stuck it back in as he held you still, resting in you for a few minutes as he didn’t want the feeling to end. “Thank you baby” He whispered looking into your eyes enveloping you in his deep baby blues. All the other guys started to gather their clothes and high five each other. As the world around you seemed to pause locked in this moment with Jack.

“Damn! That was good!” Meth said looking over at you.

“You a hot one baby!” Cope exclaimed with a devilish smile.

Jack finally got off of you and went to find some napkins or a towel to clean you up. He came back with a warm towel and cleaned off your chest from KY’s explosion and your stomach from his.

“You’re fucking amazing.” He said as he handed you your clothes. “You ok?” He asked rubbing your back. You just nodded as you didn’t know what say. Your head was swimming. You noticed your friend had come back in the room with Sunni. She had her own fun in the other room. You could hear each other screaming just under the music bumping the entire adventure. Never in your life had you done anything so spontaneous and dirty. They saw you and friend out the back and put you into a Black car.

“Take these beautiful ladies to their hotel please” Jack told the driver.

You and friend rode back to your hotel in silence until you both just looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Girl.” Your friend said giggling “Da fuk did we just do on some groupie shit.” She said in disbelief

“I didn’t do anything” You winked

“Neither did I” she said locking pinkies with you.

@killatravtramp @heavyhitterheaux @jackmans-poison @jackharloww @jacks-daycare @itsyagirljaz @comehomeimissyou @angelbae05

[chicken-delight]

my carnyconda dont

my carnyconda dont

my carnyconda dont want none

unless you got Frankie and Patch are friends who work for the Great American Carnival, a small-time carnival that tours the South. Frankie does an act as The Mighty Bozo, a character who sits in a dunk tank insulting the crowd, while Patch takes the money and runs the game. Patch is also the show's "adjuster," hence his carny name, working with the owner of the carnival, Heavy St. John, negotiating deals with local officials and representatives of the local underworld to keep the show open.

What it takes to keep the show open varies from town to town. In one town, it is making good on a city official's gambling losses on the midway and giving a city councilor a pile of free passes to the carnival. In another, it is compromising to allow the strippers to work, but keeping the freak show closed. In a third, it involves providing an underworld boss's thug with a girl he fancies. He also works to maintain harmony among the carnies. Patch is good at his job of patching together the deals that keep the carnival rolling and keeping the peace on the lot, but never likes being played for a fool.

At one stand, Donna, an independent 18-year-old bored with small-town life, strikes up a friendship with Frankie and at his invitation follows the carny onto the carnival circuit. Patch is less than happy with her presence, and would like her out of the picture. To get Patch off her back, she takes a job with the strip show as a "side girl," a backup dancer who does not actually take her clothes off. Patch plants the suggestion with Delno, the carny who runs the girlie show, that Donna wants to "work strong", i.e., be a stripper. When she is thrust onstage, she freezes and a brawl ensues. Afterwards, she covers with Heavy to keep Patch out of it, taking the blame for Patch's setting her up to fail.

Frankie gets her a job in the string joint, one of the midway games of chance, under the tutelage of Gerta. Coached in how the game works, Donna is a big success, learning how to con the marks and get their money without giving herself to them (which is what the rubes really want). After one successful scam, she winds up in bed with Patch and the two of them are caught by Frankie, which puts a strain on his relationships with both Donna and Patch.

While this is going on, a con run by Nails on Skeet, the local crime boss's main enforcer, goes badly wrong. Upset at losing their money, the local underworld's muscle boys wreck the Bozo Joint and kill On-Your-Mark, a carny who has been "with it" for more than fifty years and was planning to retire at the end of the season. Crime boss Marvin Dill comes after the carnival, intending to extort more money than they have already paid him. However, the carnies have had enough of his shaking them down. To avenge On-Your-Mark's death and get Dill off their backs, Patch, Frankie, Donna and Heavy run a scam on Mr. Dill involving the apparent beheading of Skeet.

The movie ends with the Great American Carnival continuing on its way, with Donna her own woman rather than Frankie's girlfriend, Frankie and Patch reconciled, and the implication that in a season or two Heavy will retire and Patch will be the one running the show, hun!

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today, on November 10th, 1978 - Queen Story!

"Jazz" album released in the UK

👉 The seventh studio album

➡️ 12/12/1978 - Circus Magazine

🔸In praise of ‘JAZZ’

The boys conjure up a bizarre junket by Mark Mehler

On Bourbon Street, in the heart of New Orleans’ fabled French Quarter, the sign reads, “Bob Harrington-Chaplain of Bourbon Street.” Upstairs, the freelance minister administers to the wicked minions below, while across the street, the Hotsy Totsy lounge features naked women parading across an oak bar from dawn to dusk, and next door, the “X-rated Shop” specializes in scatological posters and joy sticks.

This is Freddie Mercury’s favourite American city, where the Mississippi ends its majestic flow and zealots with big dreams fight a losing battle against hustlers, procurers, and all purveyors of sleaze. It is Freddie Mercury’s favourite city because the lead singer and bucktoothed front man of Queen is, above all, an actor. And in New Orleans, anyone can be anyone they want to be. Tonight, October 31, 1978-Halloween-Freddie Mercury and Queen have flown in 80 reporters from the U.S., Europe, Latin America and Japan, to see a show and be a part of a show at the same time. The third concert on Queen’s 28-city U.S. tour is in the ornate Civic Auditorium. Above the stage are listed the names of the mighty: Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Cellini, Durer, Gounod. Out of the soft blue and green lights and smoke, Freddie Mercury struts like a rooster, striking ballet poses, under an astral guitar blare that neatly skirts the sharp edges of rock & roll. The melodies are undistinguished, but the constant tempo changes of “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “We Will Rock You”, keep an audience awake for nearly two hours of uninterrupted music. The lighting show is one of rock’s most ambitious. Eerie purple lights shine out over the heads of the audience, making their hair seem cloudlike and inanimate. At the midpoint of the show, a smaller stage is lowered from the ceiling and 400 lamps meld into the sheer white plane of curtain light. Freddie is a whirling dervish, dominating every corner of the stage.

“Some people call this song ‘Spread Your Legs’, he tells the audience, introducing ‘Spread Your Wings’. “And I like it that way”.

Starting out in black sequins, he comes out for the first encore bedecked in orange hot pants, dancing around like Peter Pan. For the second encore he’s wearing a revealing, white body stocking. As he wails ‘We Are The Champions’, his voice warbles with mock emotion, and he grasps the microphone for support. At the apex of the triumphant denouement, the top executives of Elektra Records, who have sat smiling throughout the show, arise as one and walk out. Moments later, the show closes with a taping of ‘God Save The Queen’. Body and soul spent, Freddie ambles off stage, drained and spark-less. But Halloween night in New Orleans has just begun.

Back in the ballroom of the Fairmont Hotel, over 400 people have gathered to await Queen and much on a sumptuous table of hors d’oeuvres, such as Oysters Rockfeller and Shrimp Creole. A Dixieland band plays uninspired jazz jingles, until, shortly before midnight, the Olympia Brass band comes marching through the hall accompanied by Queen-the mercurial Mercury, the winsome Brian May, the puckish John Deacon, the velvety Roger Taylor. Suddenly, like a giant circus orchestrated by a deranged ringmaster, a legion of strippers, vulgar fat-bottomed dancers, snake charmers, drag queens, and bizarrely festooned revellers, begin to strut their stuff before the assembled masses. Freddie Mercury is besieged by hungry autograph seekers, groupies and fame-worshippers. People begin shielding their clothes, as an ever-imaginative photographer snaps Freddie signing the bare backside of a willowy transvestite. Freddie begins sucking on his giant overbite nervously, and by 2 a.m., he is mercifully gone. Brian May, who seems to be the true organizer of the night’s carnival, is cornered by persistent Japanese newshounds. “It’s wonderful,” he keeps saying. “It’s so nice to be back.” As the evening wears on, epicene men and butch women act out charades of power that would have embarrassed Hemingway. Three obese black women in g-strings do a pathetic bump and grind, and another female participant amuses a small gaggle of onlookers by putting a cigarette in an unlikely place. People leave to check out the scene on Bourbon Street and drift back to the party like cigar smoke. At 4 a.m., a Queen security guard, haggard and irritable, inquires when it will all be over. “Queen wants the naked disco dancers going to dawn,” informs his partner. And it does. The following day, Queen reappears at a press conference at Brennan’s, one of the French Quarter’s most elegant restaurants. Again, it is Roger Taylor and Brian May who dominate the conversation, as Freddie Mercury seems vaguely preoccupied. The subject of all this is ‘Jazz’, Queen’s new album, which contains no jazz. “People think we take ourselves a lot more seriously than we actually do,” says Roger Taylor. ‘Jazz’, Queen’s reunion with former producer Roy Thomas Baker, offers ‘Mustapha’, an up-tempo Hebrew rocker; ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’, a song that owes a lot to Pure Prairie League’s ‘Amie’; and more indulgent rhapsodies like ‘Jealousy’ and ‘Bicycle Race’, with its topical references to Star Wars, Jaws, and Superman. The ad campaign, like everything about the Band, goes to the limit of good taste: 11 bare-chested, major-league-yabboed women racing bicycles.

“It’s cheeky”, admits Freddie, “naughty, but not lewd. Certain stores, you know, won’t run our poster. I guess some people don’t like to look at nude ladies.”

Freddie, 32, was born in Zanzibar and educated in India, and was a childhood table tennis and hockey prodigy. He studied art and became a graphic designer and illustrator, having given up piano lessons in the fourth grade. But he continued singing, fronting his first band at 14 and forming Queen with Roger and Brian in 1970. After the routine easy grilling, Mercury is cornered outside. “You seem to be removed from the character up on stage. Is that really you?”

“No,” says Freddie, “of course it’s an act.”

He denies pandering to gays; or for that matter, to anyone. He hints at a quiet, restless man who needs to step outside of himself for ego-stimulation.

“I have fun wearing all those costumes,” he says. “I can really cut loose up there”.

Freddie is then swiftly ushered out, and again, Brian May is left behind to field the endless questions of the Japanese. The two-day junket, painstakingly directed by and for Queen, ends with a few straggling journalists eating Bananas Foster and being more cynical than usual. Outside, on Bourbon Street, a folk singer entertains an empty house of red velour seats, affirming that a falling tree makes a sound whether it’s heard or not. Which conjures up something Brian May had said about Queen constantly seeking “direct communication with our audience.” For all the words that describe Queen’s trip to New Orleans, direct is surely not one.

[respectthepetty]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then tag your mutuals to do the same, but as usual, I'm tagging nobody, and I'm gonna do what I want.

5 Colorful Songs!

tagged by @wen-kexing-apologist who had a pretty good playlist!

Note: Yellow is my favorite color; therefore, Coldplay's "Yellow" could not be considered. It's not fair to these other songs that they aren't about yellow.

AFI - Girl's Not Grey

Lead singer, Davey Havok, is everything to me. He looks good with any hairstyle and at any age, and the way he performs gender is amazing. I've seen AFI several times, but my favorite was when they were on tour with 30 Seconds to Mars and Linkin' Park. I caught the tour at the Dallas stop, and AFI was the opener. As much as everyone loves "Miss Murder," I'm strictly a "Girl's Not Grey" screamer because this music video is forever embedded in my head and my heart.

New Order - Blue Monday

No style of music hits me harder than 80s synth-pop, and any version of this song is a win in my book. The juxtaposition is what makes it one of my favorites because it gives us over two minutes of the best dance beats in the intro only to hit us with the lyric "How does it feel? To treat me like you do?" then proceeds to make us dance to five more minutes of the singer lamenting about an abusive relationship. It's a bop!

NENA - 99 Red Balloons

The 80s + dance songs about horrible shit = my eternal love. This song was originally in German then an English version came out, and everyone was dancing to a song about nuclear war. It was about a girl releasing balloons and because the government couldn't identity the objects, they shot them down, which caused a domino effect of other countries releasing bombs, but in the end, the girl stands in the rumble releasing one final balloon. It's a song about war, destruction, and hope. God, I love it.

Goldfrapp - Ride a White Horse

Most people know this duo for their 2003 hit "Strict Machine" which is a song about control, machines, and, of course, sex, so know that is very on brand for the band. They came out with "Ooh La La" which was about wanting sex without romance, and "Ride a White Horse" could be referring to drugs, but it wouldn't be a stretch to think it's about sex too, especially since the color white aligns with purity and innocence, yet the lead singer is doing the dirtiest things in the music video, so yeah, sex is my final answer.

Amy Winehouse - Back to Black

This song is about Nas. Winehouse is singing about American rapper Nas! She wrote other songs about him such as "Me & Mr. Jones" and "In My Bed" which he confirmed, but in a way that merely states Amy liked listening to his music, which seems like a bold lie because like all of her songs, it hits at the core of her emotions. The lyric "I died a hundred times" just ain't about sadness, you know? But that's why I love this song. It has a history. She is exposing a secret while keeping it close to her chest. She was sharing her whole life but being guarded. It was beautiful! It still is.

Bonus: Purple Disco Machine - Male Stripper

German Grammy-award winning DJ Purple Disco Machine knows his audience is queer and creates sets he knows will resonant with that audience. I have seen him at Electric Daisy Carnival in Las Vegas, Nevada, Red Rocks in Denver, Colorado, and a club in Koln, Germany and each time he delivered queer dance floor icons like Sylvester and Scissor Sisters' Jake Shears to the masses, so I'm going to keep showing up to his sets because I know it'll be a good time for me and all the disco queers.

[purplesurveys]

1941

How many people have you liked this year? Zero.

How many pills do you take a day?  It's the same amount of people I've liked this year.

Do you have any celebrity crushes?  Sure.

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? I love the idea of teleportation so I never have to go through traffic.

Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side?  I'd put any dip on the side, but that being said I never liked tomato ketchup and have always preferred to have my fries with mayonnaise.

Where did you last sleep other than your house?  That would be the accommodations we stayed at in Cavite, when we had an event in the area the following day.

Where did you get your last bruise from?  I can never remember where exactly all my bruises come from, but it's always because I hit myself somewhere.

Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single?  Uhhh as long as the person you're kissing is also single, I guess.

Ever worn something of the opposite sex’s clothing? I don't think so.

Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?  Sure.

Last CD you blasted through your car stereo?  Idk might've been a Beyonce album a decade ago, lol. I haven't put on a CD in a car in years – I always use Bluetooth.

How many email accounts do you have?  Not counting my work email, I have two main ones. I also have a handful extra Gmails so I can use my Google Drives connected to those accounts to dump all the excess photos and videos from my phone, lol. I'd rather have 20 Drives than pay monthly for storage.

Who is the best cook in your family? My dad and both my grandmas.

Which baby animal is your favourite?  Puppies.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin?  No not practiced here.

When is the last time you went to a carnival?  I mean I went to Bà Nà Hills last June and it felt like a carnival with all the game booths and such, even though I'm pretty sure they don't advertise themselves as a carnival.

Do you have a favourite glass, cup, or mug?  Not really, no.

What branch of science interests you the most? Biology and anatomy.

Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages?  My thesis, lol.

Twitter or Tumblr? Neither. Twitter is a gross cesspool now, and I only use Tumblr for surveys which barely makes it a favorite.

Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper?  Nope.

Favorite YouTuber? Jessica Lee!

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend?  To an extent.

Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? No.

Do you have any gay family members?  Nobody who's out, at least. But I dunno...I don't think so.

Was your first kiss romantic? Yeah.

Who was the last person to sleep over at your house?  That would be Reena.

What would you think if you found out your ex was gay?  She is, so this doesn't apply to me. I would be extremely, so very shocked though if she winds up straight. Just doesn't seem possible. She legitimately hates men to the point of misandry.

How many people has your best friend had sex with?  Just the one, I'm pretty sure.

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? That was like October or November of 2020.

Are you currently “appearing offline” to anybody?  I've been 'offline' on Facebook since around 2017.

What were you for Halloween last year? I can't remember what/who I went as.

Do you believe that karma can come back and slap you in the face?  Not actively, but it's possible.

Have you ever been to Texas?  I have not.

Do your siblings text you?  My sister never does, actually. She'll mostly message on Messenger.

Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth?   I've done that, yeah.

Did your last kiss end up with you and the person doing anything sexual?  I can't remember.

Who is your ex dating/talking to? I don't know.

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings?  Yeah very briefly, but the room layout at the time felt forced and super cramped + my sister also hated sharing rooms lmao so that setup lasted all of like two weeks.

What happened at the last party you went to?  Rita celebrated her 25th and Jo and I just spent much of the evening catching up. We were the only two in the field of like 60 people who knew each other, so we stuck together lmao.

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying?  Yeah.

When was the last time you felt ill? What was wrong?  A month ago, food poisoning that sucked the energy out of me. I don't know how I managed to drive myself back home as I was really feeling faint at the time. 

Who was your first best friend? Do you still speak to that person? Kaye, from kinder. We stopped talking as soon as she moved schools because there was no way to keep in contact.

Are you wearing anything that was given to you as a gift?  Sure.

What color is your jewelry box?  I don't own one.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No, they're family.

What is your brother/sister’s favourite food?  My sister can eat tubs of Jollibee spaghetti all day every day.

Do you have any ice cream in your freezer? We don't.

In your life, who is the person that seems to understand you the most?  Probably Angela.

Does anyone know your Facebook password?  Nope.

Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum?  No.

Do you enjoy being outdoors?  Uh, sure, as long as the weather is nice. But since the weather here sucks 365 days a year, I don't usually like being outdoors lmao.

What’re some unspeakable subjects for you?  I'm an open book and can talk about anything if prompted.

[les-larmes-d-eros]

Shortie on the Bally, série Carnival strippers, par Susan Meiselas (1974)

[satellitefeed]

soooo basically Frankie and Patch are friends who work for the Great American Carnival, a small-time carnival that tours the South. Frankie does an act as The Mighty Bozo, a character who sits in a dunk tank insulting the crowd, while Patch takes the money and runs the game. Patch is also the show's "adjuster," hence his carny name, working with the owner of the carnival, Heavy St. John, negotiating deals with local officials and representatives of the local underworld to keep the show open.

What it takes to keep the show open varies from town to town. In one town, it is making good on a city official's gambling losses on the midway and giving a city councilor a pile of free passes to the carnival. In another, it is compromising to allow the strippers to work, but keeping the freak show closed. In a third, it involves providing an underworld boss's thug with a girl he fancies. He also works to maintain harmony among the carnies. Patch is good at his job of patching together the deals that keep the carnival rolling and keeping the peace on the lot, but never likes being played for a fool.

At one stand, Donna, an independent 18-year-old bored with small-town life, strikes up a friendship with Frankie and at his invitation follows the carny onto the carnival circuit. Patch is less than happy with her presence, and would like her out of the picture. To get Patch off her back, she takes a job with the strip show as a "side girl," a backup dancer who does not actually take her clothes off. Patch plants the suggestion with Delno, the carny who runs the girlie show, that Donna wants to "work strong", i.e., be a stripper. When she is thrust onstage, she freezes and a brawl ensues. Afterwards, she covers with Heavy to keep Patch out of it, taking the blame for Patch's setting her up to fail.

Frankie gets her a job in the string joint, one of the midway games of chance, under the tutelage of Gerta. Coached in how the game works, Donna is a big success, learning how to con the marks and get their money without giving herself to them (which is what the rubes really want). After one successful scam, she winds up in bed with Patch and the two of them are caught by Frankie, which puts a strain on his relationships with both Donna and Patch.

While this is going on, a con run by Nails on Skeet, the local crime boss's main enforcer, goes badly wrong. Upset at losing their money, the local underworld's muscle boys wreck the Bozo Joint and kill On-Your-Mark, a carny who has been "with it" for more than fifty years and was planning to retire at the end of the season. Crime boss Marvin Dill comes after the carnival, intending to extort more money than they have already paid him. However, the carnies have had enough of his shaking them down. To avenge On-Your-Mark's death and get Dill off their backs, Patch, Frankie, Donna and Heavy run a scam on Mr. Dill involving the apparent beheading of Skeet.

The movie ends with the Great American Carnival continuing on its way, with Donna her own woman rather than Frankie's girlfriend, Frankie and Patch reconciled, and the implication that in a season or two Heavy will retire and Patch will be the one running the show.