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The Ice bucket challenge and my mother

When I did my ice bucket challenge video I opened up my pants to reveal my Batman boxers.

I am Batman
I am Batman

Because everyone knows super heroes wear their costumes under their street clothes,

My Mom’s response in the comments:

“Is this porn? or stripping? In which case, you should be making money not supporting other’s causes. No, I’m not putting you down, I love it. I’ll bring some ice water for your triathlon on Sunday. …Mom

Oh Mom:

There was a time when I was skinny as a post and you thought I was fat,

You had a breast reduction when you were older but chided me for my chest being flat,

When I came out to you and you said Satan had possessed my soul,

And now you are saying you love that I may work wrapped around a pole?

Update: My mom gave me a check to send on to WARONALS.COM! I did another challenge to bring attention to War on ALS because I am a triathlete and I learned about Jon “Blazeman” Blais in 2005. He was diagnosed with ALS in May of ’05, finished the Hawaii Ironman in September of ’05. Unable to comet any longer, he was in Hawaii to cheer on a competitor named Brian Breen in ’06 and by ’07, Jon had passed on. So this challenge is to support War on ALS, the foundation set up in his honor.

I also challenged on Allison Moon, Sierra, and Patricia Tallman

On another note, I’ve gotten in a couple tangles with people about the ice bucket challenge wasting water…

Seriously, every one knows damn well there is no link between people without clean water and this challenge. It’s not drying out aquifers, or shutting off water to homes in Detroit, or draining reservoirs, but here: http://www.detroitwaterbrigade
or 100+ ways to conserve water Those links will get people started on a path to real water conservation efforts, rather than going online and poking at people who are just trying to do some good.

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Foxings: What am I doing without my shirt at a book store?

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Last Wednesday I was invited by MP Johnson to perform at the launch for his new title: Dungeons and Drag Queens. It was a lot of fun, and I have to say, after hearing him read the first three chapters, I’m looking forward to reading the rest! It’s available on Amazon, though they still had a few copies at the hosting bookstore, Common Good Books, if you want to check it out.

I thank him for generously inviting me to perform at his launch. The temptation to simply take the opportunity to strip and frolic in the stacks was overwhelming, but I managed to keep myself under control, and just take off my shirt. 😉 It was interesting doing what I do at a book store though and it got me thinking.

I love sharing my poetry aloud to a crowd, (free rhymes included with every post btw), even though sometimes sharing my poetry makes me feel more exposed and vulnerable than taking my top off. In my poems I’m sharing a part of me that is definitely deeper than my skin, and there is a power within a voice. That’s why I think even when we read silently we still sometimes hear the words inside our minds spoken in a familiar voice.

Continue reading Foxings: What am I doing without my shirt at a book store?

What’s the Deal With the Sock Puppet?

First, her name is Belle, or Ms. Belle Bottom to you.

That line says a lot about her I should think. But there is so much more.
That line says a lot about her I should think. But there is so much more.

I’m a performer, and artist. I have a lot of ideas going on in my head at any one time. Some of those ideas involve my sock puppet Belle Bottom, and you can watch more than a few videos of us together here:   So what is the story behind the cotton and yarn? Continue reading What’s the Deal With the Sock Puppet?

What’s in a name?

The Story of Fox Smoulder.


When I began doing drag and poetry reads, I was told I should pick a drag name to use when I perform. This was in the late 90’s when it was still a little risky to be doing drag because people would think you’re gay. Whether or not you were gay back then was a side note, you didn’t want people to think you were. Great strides were being made by the GLBT community, but in the small towns in middle America, you still had to watch your back.

Kinda like a porn name, your drag name would hopefully keep your employer in the dark so you don’t get fired for being a big homo, and your parents might not find out. I was performing for free at a fundraiser, not a big deal, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to keep my given name to myself. A quick survey showed me that lot of the drag names out there were pretty campy so I chose Rock Bottom. That was fun for a while, but then I moved to Minneapolis and noticed that people knew and called the drag kings by their drag names almost as much as, or more than, their given names. I couldn’t go around being called ‘Rock’. First of all I’m not. A ‘rock’ that is. And second, I’d never remember to answer to it. Not to mention there is a Rock Bottom brewery on Hennepin Ave and I can’t stand the taste of beer.

My name had to change.

My quest to find a new name began and ended quickly. Fox was easy, I would answer to Fox as had been known as Fox when I was a Girl Scout camp counselor, and there’s a reason for that. Most people think ‘oh yeah, big X-Files nut’, but no. I also understand why people might initially think of the animal or the foxiness of my person, but no, that’s only part of it too. I do feel a certain kinship with those foxes but the name ‘Fox’ goes still deeper.

When I was in my early teens my parents and I took a road trip around Lake Superior with our camper trailer. I was a deeply unhappy kid most of the time. Looking back, I’m fairly certain it was moderate depression, but I didn’t know that then. I just knew people sucked, life sucked and I generally sucked as well. I tried to perk up for my parents from time to time, but mostly I sat in the back seat listening to my headphones and reading, writing, or staring out the window lost in thought.

We’d stop to have lunch, or see sights, or just to stretch, and I’d wander off each time. I’d poke under bridges or search the lake shore for something worth picking up, until one day I came across this statue. It was a young man running on an artificial leg. I’m not talking about those new cheetah legs either. This thing was one of the old clunky, have to really swing the hip to get the thing to even think of going forward a step, artificial legs. This boy had been an athlete in high school and college, but was then diagnosed with osteosarcoma, (bone cancer). Having his right leg amputated slowed him down, it didn’t stop him, then in 1980 he dipped his foot into the Atlantic on the coast of Newfoundland and began his Marathon of Hope, a run to Victoria, B.C. He ran a marathon distance (26mi, or 42k) each day, save a few rest days, until 143 days and 5,373 kilometres (3,339 mi)in, he was forced to stop just outside of Thunder Bay, Ontario, not far from the statue I was looking up at, because the cancer had come back and spread to his lungs. By that point he had raised 1.7 million dollars with the goal of ending cancer.

The boy’s name?

If you are Canadian you already know, but I’m American and I had never heard of him until that day:

Terry Fox

I’m known as Fox Smoulder because it’s fun and ‘gay’ and campy, but I’m known as Fox because of a young man I’d never met, who laid his life down to make a difference for others, who’s courage lead him to an accomplishment that surpassed anything I’d ever dreamed of. He changed my life forever. He changed a lot of lives forever. I’m called Fox to honor that strength, that courage, that determination, that will to strive.

And after that day at the base of that statue,

I never,

thought about killing myself again.

I’m called Fox, because I want to live with the kind of hope for the world that lead a young man with one leg down a lonely stretch of Canadian highway as far as he could possibly go.

“Dreams are made. If people only try. I believe in miracles… I have to… Because somewhere the hurting must stop.”
Terrance Stanley Fox
July 28, 1958 – June 28, 1981

http://my.tbaytel.net/jmehagan/parks/terryfox/terryfox.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terry_Fox