I've been back for a couple of weeks but my muses haven't been at my side, so getting back into the swing of writing has been slow going.
Visiting the homeland... it appears to be a challenge on many levels. There is no denying the beauty of the place and it's amazing how much has changed since I left. Likewise, it's amazing how much stays exactly the same. I've just wrestled one of my more unsettling demons to the ground so I'll make this short and show you pictures from Fiesta. Mostly, I just gave my camera to my 7 year old niece and had her do the heavy lifting for the photo-documentation of the trip. The kid has a good eye.
Here are some of the performers.
They have boys in the game as well…
This boy may look a little fruity, but he isn’t going to have any trouble getting laid. He might have half of the football team trying to kick his ass because he’s a dancer boy, but every single girl he pursues will gladly cast aside her chonies* and have a piece of him.
And, most importantly, the Grand Master of the Parade. Ok not really, but if I was running the zoo, he would be. The parade really looks more like this:
One of my favorite parts of Fiesta is the mariachi culture.
Ok, a leather mariachi suit… a) How very heavy Mexi-metal!, b) I so want a leather mariachi suit of my own… and I’m not the type to wear leather. A point of pride... my little sister...
At one time there was a private catholic school for boys in this building.
The pedo Franciscan monks fiddled with the boys and those damaged boys sued the ever loving Christ out of the church. They all walked away with copious piles of cash, but are still fucked in the head. The building is pretty, though. And there is a lovely eucalyptus tree in the foreground. Eucalyptus trees are the sexiest trees… sigh….
A big forest fire has been burning since July 4th in the Los Padres Forest which backs up to Santa Barbara. It was smokey and ashy most of the time I was there. I went to Los Angeles to get fresh air and shenanigans with a new friend and an old friend. My life is littered with ironic twists.
*chones are the Chicano equivalent of skivvies, knickers, or panties. choners=boxer shorts, chonies= underpants usually female variety, chones=underpants gender unspecific.
The pedo Franciscan monks fiddled with the boys and those damaged boys sued the ever loving Christ out of the church. They all walked away with copious piles of cash, but are still fucked in the head. The building is pretty, though. And there is a lovely eucalyptus tree in the foreground. Eucalyptus trees are the sexiest trees… sigh….
A big forest fire has been burning since July 4th in the Los Padres Forest which backs up to Santa Barbara. It was smokey and ashy most of the time I was there. I went to Los Angeles to get fresh air and shenanigans with a new friend and an old friend. My life is littered with ironic twists.
*chones are the Chicano equivalent of skivvies, knickers, or panties. choners=boxer shorts, chonies= underpants usually female variety, chones=underpants gender unspecific.
11 comments:
Fabulous, Fresh!
I never knew there were that many colours in the world.
It looks like a helluva good time was had by all.
And your little sister looks so cool. What a dancer!
And I gotta get me a leather mariachi suit! Do they make 'em for fat bastards?
Yes, Dive. Most mariachi's are fat bastards so they come in an array of shapes and sizes. Usually women mariachis wear long skirts, but the trousers with the jangley bits along the sides are way cooler.
Have you listened to much mariachi music? As a guitar guy, it would be difficult not to appreciate the musicianship. Every year at the Fiestas, they have a Mariachi Festival with a whole mess of bands. It's a pretty increadible show.
I love mariachi. As you say; the musicianship is amazing.
Though fat bastards in jangly trousers is a disturbing thing to have in my head.
Any guy who can wear that suit with a straight face must have something going on. A tall order of swagger, I'd say. Disturbing in a good way.
Sweet photos! Looks like a grand time.
And Mexi-metal man is just smoking hot.
great to see you back. and i want those dresses
Thanks Kate! Yeah, I kept wishing that we lived in a world where that was just how we women dressed all the time. Flamenco dresses... SAUCY!
I tell everyone I know who has kids to put the children into flamenco dance lessons to learn grace and develop their feisty kinetic sexuality and then make sure they play football/soccer rugby or hockey to balance things out and so that they can take care of themselves if any ill will comes their way. It's all about balance.
"The pedo Franciscan monks fiddled with the boys and those damaged boys sued the ever loving Christ out of the church.."
Awh the world seems like a smaller place thanks to the Catholic Church, Mexicans, Irish, Americans, the Church spreads it's "love"...
I have the same problem whenever I wear my leather mariachi suit....itchy arse.
Wow...that little sister of yours is something. HER MAMA MUST BE SMOKIN' HOT!!!!! Looks like they grow 'em good and purty in Santa Barbaria.
Much love and luck with the surgery thing. Nothing that a giddie yup cowgirl like you can't weather. But if you need some Mama love....you know where to go.
Manuel~ the church means well, but they really shit the bed over and over with the quality control of some of their clergy, eh?
Eddie~ Being beautiful is uncomfortable. Ask any girl who's endured a Brazillian bikini wax or spent the day in high heels. I reckon you can endure an itchy arse for the greater glory and style of the leather togs!
Mama~ That little lady's Mama IS SMOKIN' HOT! And brilliant, and una mamacita fabulosa. Sendinng big cartooon hearts in your direction. XXX
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