Sunday, September 25, 2011

Sweet Hostage - I Fell In Love With My Stalker

Here's an article of Jackie Beat's that I thought you all might enjoy.

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Sweet Hostage - I Fell In Love With My Stalker

Story By: Jackie Beat

It was bound to happen. When an attractive, talented entertainer redefines the LA. art scene through one brilliant performance after another, someone will take notice. Sometimes, the wrong person. And that's exactly what I thought had happened to me. I had absolutely no idea that while I was hard at work perfecting my craft, someone was lurking in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. Through video, live performance, my mega-zine, and yes - even feature film - I guess you could say that I was, in essence, a giant tidal wave of talent mercilessly washing over the exhausted S.S. Poseidon. like underground scene, literally turning it upside down. Meanwhile, a quiet young loner was plotting to turn my life inside out. When the first letter arrived in the mail, I must admit I didn't think much of it. Perhaps with else exception of Sean de Lear, I would imagine every performer knows what it's like to get fan mail. But every once in a while a fan will cross the tine and become what industry insiders call a Stalker. For the Stalker, writing letters quickly becomes unsatisfying, no longer enough. He desires more. The Stalker daydreams about a relationship with the star they adore. He wants it. He imagines it. He demands it. Looking back, I should have recognized the signs. His letters became more frequent and in them he describes my every move: where.he saw me, whom I was, with, what I was eating. He began approaching me at shows, his unsuccessful attempts to meet me further fueling his insatiable hunger for something more.., for that special relationship.. Strange drawings arrived in the mail, detailed and complex, the blueprints of a madman's mind, or heart, as the case May be. He sent explicit love letters, one containing a lavender-scented dental dam that he no doubt wanted to use on me in some terribly twisted way. Before I realized it, I found myself adjusting my schedule, avoiding dark alley-ways, nervously looking over my shoulder. I was no longer free to come and go as I pleased. Gone was the confident take-charge kind of woman that people had come to know. In her place was a skidish and paranoid Mia Farrow type of waif. A scaredy cat, if you will. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. Why, it got so bad that the mere sound of an olive dropping into a martini sent my head whipping around suddenly to see what was behind me. "Who's there ?!" I would cry out, eerily reminding myself of Audrey Hepburn in "Wait Until Dark." I sat rigid and uncomfortable, the expression on my face being that of a doe caught in a pair of oncoming headlights. I was a victim. Then one night as I watched "The Seduction' staffing Morgan Fairchild on TNT, it dawned on me that as long as I let Him affect me, I was doomed to be His victim, forever. Trapped in a self-imposed cage of sorts. That's when I decided to regain control, to take back the night, to live my life. I had a plan to look my fear right in the face. A good-looking Latin faro, I would later learn. Knowing for certain he'd be there, I scheduled a show at a local nightclub. Just to make 100% sure He'd come, I lied and advertised the show as 'all new material. " The trap was set, and at Midnight I walked on stage • the sexy piece of cheese I knew that randy rat wouldn't be able to resist. After an hour of wowing the capacity crowd with my special brand of showbiz magic, the show was over, and the appreciative audience started to, reluctantly leave the club amidst the constant buss of comments like "She's great!" and "...gets better every time!" Soon the trendy cabaret was empty except for myself, a few disgruntled employees, and Him - my Stalker. As he tentatively approached me, 1 thought, "Okay Lady, this is it..." My rich, action-packed life literally flashed before my eyes as he reached into his pocket. If he shoots me now at least I'll go out with my head held high like a true star - not some cowering, talentless, lip-synching, Paris is Burning type of drag trash!. Would I soon be joining the long list of tragic beauties who were cruelly struck down in their primes? Would I be another Sharon Tate? Dorothy Stratton? Bob Crane? "I guess I'm going to find out right now! thought as I took a deep breath, and as if sitting in the audience at a Goddess Bunny show, prepared for the wont. But, to my surprise, He didn't stick a gun in my face but rather handed me a flower and offered to help me gather my things together! He was so sweet and gentle as He put my books of poetry, lipstick and sunglasses into a Von's bag. As we left, I noticed his skateboard tucked under His refreshingly tattoo-free arm. "Would you like a ride?" I asked, tossing my bag into the trunk and caution to the wind. He accepted my offer and piled into the passenger seat like an excited child. On the way home, He shyly suggested that we drop by Sin-A-Matic, a delightful dance club at which he had once seen me perform. I was all dolled up and thought, "What the hell, give the kid a thrill." But it was I who was thrilled. What followed was a wonderful evening of dancing and drinking and laughing followed by a plateful of delicious California Skins at The French Market Place. As our evening progressed, though, it became more and more apparent that we were from two very different worlds. I'm a '71 Buick Skylark, he's a stolen skateboard. I'm vodka, he's pot. He's a vegetarian while I'm a strict carnivore. We shared a piece of scrumptious carrot cake for dessert and discovered that we had very little in common. His idea of fun is hanging out at Del Taco, listening to messy drag queens ramble on mindlessly. My idea of fun n hanging out at Flirt, listening to messy drag queens ramble on mindlessly. A match made in hell? Perhaps, but I prefer to call it one hell of a match - 'cause somehow it works. Well, that was then and this is now. Now Doug (yes, he has a name) drops by my day job with little gifts, calls me every night, and holds a special place in my superstar heart. He escorts me to every show I do - perhaps you've seen Him. He's the cute one who's so devoted I can practically touch up soy make-up in his adoring eyes. But every once in a while He does something to once again remind me who He really is. He'll send an anonymous threatening letter, smoke too much and crank call me in the middle of the night, spray-paint "You're a Dead Bitch" across my garage door, just to keep me on my toes. He's my Stalker. And if he wants to kiss me at gunpoint, I do it, I know it sounds crazy and maybe it's unfair of me to expect you to understand. After all, you're not a star.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Green Room - The College Musical

I'm really liking this musical called The Green Room - The College Musical. I first heard about this musical in an interview that Brandon Lee did with the creators. See the interview here:


After I saw that I looked on YouTube and found the channel for the musical. Here's the link.

Here are the two numbers that I liked the most:





Jessica Gisin was great singing "It's All About Me" and Michael J. Willett was sexy hot singing "Nothing Can Stop My Boys". I wish someone would do this musical here in Hawaii. (Crossing my fingers...).


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Anime series - Red Photon Zillion [1987]

Just wondered if there was a anime series out there for the video game series Phantasy Star and sadly the answer was no. On the up note tho I did find a series that was a "sort of pre-prequel to PSO (Phantasy Star Online)" as put by users "zandor117" and "Diet Ebola Cola" of  SEGA Forum. The series is called "Red Photon Zillion" and came out in Japan in 1987. Supposedly they released 5 episodes (of the 31 episode Japanese series) and one OVA (Original Video Animation) on VHS dubbed in English from Streamline Pictures. I was around at the time but don't remember this coming out. I do remember Robotech (The Super Dimension Fortress Macross) that Carl Macek of Harmony Gold USA and also co-founder of Streamline Pictures brought down tho. I cringe at the idea of watching the OVA in an English dub but as of now that's all you can find out there (supplied by [ARR]) . The rest of the TV series tho has been fansubbed by fansub groups [A-Classic] and [Bubby-Subs]. I'm downloading it now and you should too! Check here to find links to download the whole series and OVA. Seems only the FileServe and Rapidshare links are working.