THESE STRANGE FASCINATIONS.: Creepy Christmas Mannequins

THESE STRANGE FASCINATIONS.: Creepy Christmas Mannequins: You knew they had to come. As usual words are superfluous. Enjoy. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Joyous Kwaanza, Nifty Noel....

Creepy Christmas Mannequins

You knew they had to come. As usual words are superfluous. Enjoy.

 Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Joyous Kwaanza, Nifty Noel.....see you on the other side.
xoxoxoxoxxoxxoxoxo

Nuns With Guns Are The Bomb

THESE STRANGE FASCINATIONS.: Let us begin with a disclaimer. We are not Cat...: Let us begin with a disclaimer. We are not Catholic. We have attended Mass for years, possess a small, but highly prized collection of C...

    Let us begin with a disclaimer. We are not Catholic. We have attended Mass for years, possess a small, but highly prized collection of Catholic saints miniatures and other religious icons, and eschew meat on Good Fridays (although we absolutely, unequivacably cannot and will not eat fish, not even for Jesus). But we've never actually taken the eucemenical plunge, mostly because we don't really see the need for it when we already believe what we believe and, if what we believe is correct, are pretty sure that God knows that we believe it, too. But that being said, we have to admit that, despite our lack of official status as a Catholic, we have always been strangely fascinated by nuns. Yes, that's right. Nuns. But not like the one below, who, while no doubt a fine person and nun in her day,  pretty much seems to embody the nun "ideal."

  But while we are fascinated by Sister    ability to be a nun at all in a world increasingly at odds with all of the things that the vocation represents, we are even more fascinated by those nuns who, even within their specialized little world, are considered oddities. What do we mean? Well, take a gander at the bullet-totin' brides of Christ below.

  The picture, which we found on the Intelligent Genealogy websiite, isn't captioned. But our guess is that these sisters are members of an archery team. "Rifles For Redemprion" or some such thing. No doubt charity is involved in some way And from the smiles on their faces, it's clear that the Beatles weren't far off the mark when they sang, "Happiness is a warn gun." But it's not always smiles...

   Not quite sure where these sisters are showing no mercy, but you probably wouldn't want to be counting your rosary beads there. But wait! There's more!

The last image is, of course, from our new all time favorite movie, Nude Nuns with Big Guns, the 2010 nunsploitation epic that introduced the world to Sister Sarah (played by Asun Ortega), who, after being raped, beaten, brainwashed by corrupt members of the clergy, recieves what she believes is a message from God telling her to mow down the grimy bastards responsible for her...uh...duress. She isn't always naked, but she does pack a couple of big pistols, which she uses to carry out the Lord's work, a task made even harder when the clergy hires a morotcycle gang to kill her. The end result is a holy mess of twist and turns in. this B-movie cult classic to be, which, I confess, I have watched at least as many times as I've attended Mass in the last year. (Seven). For fans of nunspolitation films, it's probably the most exciting addition to the genre in years. And it makes a wonderful Christmas gift for the person who already has all the glow in the dark saints.

Well, there you have it. Our little post with the big potential to inflame our readers, but, really, why should it? The Christian God of the Old Testament was all about vengeance and smiting stuff, so why shouldn't the brides of Christ shoulder an uzi? Nunsploitation films may raise a few eyebrows here and there, but my only issue is with the ones that portray nuns as sex-starved sisters of mercy coinstantly on the look out for a fallen angel to help them find heaven. Bottom line, for me, is that nuns and sex is absolutely, unequivocably taboo. But nuns with guns? That's entertainment.

This sister is one bad mutha.

Thanks for reading our post. See you next time. xoxoxoxxo

THESE STRANGE FASCINATIONS.: This Week's Strange Fascinations.

THESE STRANGE FASCINATIONS.: This Week's Strange Fascinations.: What constitutes a strange fascination? The criteria is obviously subjective, but, this week, at least, we're pretty sure that the thing...

This Week's Strange Fascinations.

    What constitutes a strange fascination? The criteria is obviously subjective, but, this week, at least, we're pretty sure that the things we have fascinated by are on the periphery of the usual demographic spectrum. But why waste time analyzing? It's time to show and tell. To wit...

               ANTIQUE PLUMB BOBS

Antique plumb bobs. Couldn't you just eat 'em up?

    Who knows why? We have no carpentry skills that we know of, and symmetry has never been our strong suit (or even a remote contender), but there's just something about the shape and construction and purpose of these quaintly named little tools that makes us feel strangely comforted in the face of ongoing personal upheaval and conflict. Oddly, we have never even owned one of these gems, nor even had the pleasure of a close, personal encounter, but, nevertheless, we can't seem to keep from scouring the internet for new photographs to add to our burgeoning collection.  While we're especially fond of brass plumb bobs, we've experienced a few extra heartbeats at the sight of ivory plumb bobs, which we think add just the right touch of haute coutre and glamor to the otherwise mundane task of making things level.    

   Whether our fascination comes from a previous life spent utilizing these little tools, or we're just reacting to some undefined longing connected to the distended state of our personal life, we just can't get enough of antique plumb bobs.

            NUDE NUNS WITH BIG GUNS

     We've never been a big fan of the action movie genre, although we have a soft spot in our duct-taped heart for the image of Clint Eastwood in a poncho on a windswept plain. But from the moment we took our first gander at a clip of Nude Nuns with Big Guns (2010, directed by Joseph Guzman, starring Asan Ortega), we were absolutely in love with Sister Sarah (who isn't always nude, by the way, and never fully so) and her holy resolve to gun down the drug cartel monsters who robbed her, beat her, raped her, and left her for dead. You would think that Mexican drug dealers would have had a little more respect for a woman married to Christ, but their folly is our gain. Nuns with guns is B-level cheesiness with A-level cult potential. And Sister Sarah is no soft-spoken angel of mercy in conflict over mowing down her would be murderers. She is, as the movie tag line goes, "one bad mother," Say your prayers, sinners. She's coming for you. Just like your next bad habit. We'll light a candle for you.

       RUBBER CLOTHING

The cat's meow

 As a kid in the 1960's, we used to play "secret agent" a lot, and somehow or other, always ended up in the imaginary persona of a character based on "Catwoman", the slinky, sexy, salacious nemesis of Batman and his frumpy little sidekick, Robin. Perhaps that's the reason that, now,  all these years later, we can't stop thinking about how exciting it would be to add a rubberized dimension to our wardrobe. Spandex is fine, of course, and we have no issue with leather (sorry, Peta..well, kind of), but we just find ourselves strangely fascinated by the idea of walking down the street decked out in something like this.....

 

 or this....

 

                                                                  and especially this...

                                                                      
    Of course, at 52, there's a chance that we might take a few hits for dressing inappropriately for our age, but we couldn't care less. The Europeans get it in a way that Americans never will. It's all about the spirit. The body obeys the spirit, not the other way round, and our spirit is a dominatrix cracking a whip of fire. Someday, that may change. But for now, we'll stack our rubber clothes wearing rights up against any 25 year old's. You got it, flaunt it. And we've always been good at that.

    So, that's it for this week. Hope we have raised your spirits in some, small way. If not, well, at least we haven't robbed you ar gunpoint and stolen your plastic go-go boots. But that's another post, and one which has a happily resolved ending. (Thanks, Sister Sarah). See you anon, xoxoxoxxox