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Author Archives: Alan Ilagan

The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~ The Opening Act

“I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.” ~ Marie Antoinette

“An entrance is everything. It’s how we present ourselves to an audience. It’s how we present ourselves in life. A man who would barge in on a woman in her bath is a pig. She should know from his entrance how it’s going to end. I’ll show you an entrance…” ~ Terrence McNally

It begins with a man in a dress.
A very pink and very frilly dress.
A dress rife with ruffles, filled deeply with drama.
A dress designed for lounging before a looking glass.
A dress designed for gazing – a dress designed to be gazed upon.

Accompanied by the words of one of our grandest divas of all:
“Look around! Everywhere you turn there’s heartache. It’s everywhere that you go! You try everything you can to escape the pain of life that you know. When all else fails and you long to be something better than you are today, I know a place where you can get away…”

“All you need is your own imagination, so use it, that’s what it’s for. Go inside for your finest inspiration, your dreams will open the door. It makes no difference if you’re black or white, if you’re a boy or a girl. If the music’s pumping it will give you new life – you’re a superstar! Yes, that’s what you are!”

Beauty’s where you find it, not just where you bump and grind it.

Soul is in the musical, that’s where I feel so beautiful…

Magical!

Life’s a ball!

This is where vanity rules the day.
This is where the surface is all that matters.
This is where glamour and fame and fabulousness reach dizzying heights of delight.
This is where the shallow and the superficial collide in phantasmagoric majesty.
This is The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale.
All hail the Queen.
It’s everything you thought it would be, and so much more.
This is the ride of your life.
Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.

“Qu ‘ils mangent de la brioche.”

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

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Overture & Opening Credits

All is an-ti-ci-pa-tion.

My very favorite part of any endeavor: the anticipation. 

A quick tuning of the orchestra – arpeggios and scales and troublesome stitches of difficult passages – and then the lights go down.

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A lone figure stands at a podium. The music laid out before them. Everything has already been written. Every piece of the story is already in place. All that is left to do is follow the leader. 

The overture begins… and this one has been heralded as the overture to end all overtures.

The comical drama of the flawed ‘Candide’ was more fitting for this opening than I cared to realize at the time, full of folly and beauty and poignancy, all amid a world of wicked waywardness and the worst of humanity. Glimmers of the best surface too, little sparks in the blackest night, and you too may be surprised at the might of one candle’s flickering flame. 

A figure shrouded in layers of lilac tulle steps onto a golden chair – a fairy on the precipice of flight or fall…

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A Dark Prequel to Divinity

While the Divine Diva Tour is an exercise in escapism, part of the essence of escapism is in needing to escape from something. Though the world has recently given us that in excess, back in 2005 the dark underside of this fairy’s tale was a trajectory that began with silly pomp and circumstance, then gradually bled into something deeper. Hints and foreshadowing of the impending darkness inherent to any desperate bid for escape appear here, preparing the viewer for the possibility of our corridor growing ever dimmer. Still, wrapped in color and sleights of imagery, it begs the question of whether what is being seen is truly as awful as what is being hinted at – and whether any of it was ever real. 

Many people often wonder what everyone did in the days leading up to a pivotal moment in history – like how did the people of Germany live as Hitler was rising up. Perhaps we need to look around and take stock of what we are doing in America at this very moment. Every little step or minute motion towards a destination is part of how it all happens. It all matters. 

There is something seductive about the way a properly-tied noose slides so smoothly around the neck.

“A person must pay dearly for the divine gift of creative fire.” – C.G. Jung

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The Emergence of A Divine Diva: A Fairy Takes Flight

The year was 2005, and that’s saying something when you truly divine everything in it: there is more in that opening salvo than meets the eye and mind. If you think about the enormity of what twenty years truly encompasses you wouldn’t be so flippant in moving onto the next sentence. Already I’m alienating the reader in likely-unnecessary warnings, but if there’s one thing that the project I’m about to present taught me it was to unabashedly be myself. That means being absolutely willing to look like a fool and an idiot, and having the utmost fun in doing so. It means leaning into the idea of fantasy and escape as a viable means of mentally dealing with an imperfect and increasingly-awful world. It means embracing your own divinity and fabulousness in the face of those who would have you silent and suppressed.

‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ was my project from 2005 – two long decades ago, when the world was decidedly different, and going on tour merely meant traveling to see friends around the country. Following the subtle writings of 2004’s ‘shades of gray’, the contemplative musings of 2003’s ‘Talented Trickster Tour: Reflections of a Floating World‘, the earnest garden diary of 2002’s ‘Words of a Gardener‘ and 2001’s scandalous ‘MAN*BOY‘, ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ was originally conceived as an escapist bit of visual fantasy. It came after that string of rather serious and occasionally somber works, and on the surface it was very much a celebration of superficial glamour and sparkle. Underneath it all there was a more serious theme emerging, but rather than present it in dour fashion, I tried to dress it up in feathers and sequins, the way I’ve tried to dress up life whenever it threatens to bring us down.

The Divine Diva Tour was very much centered on the glamour of being a diva – the frills and fun and ridiculousness of it all – wrapped in satin and shine, studded with sparkle and pizzazz, and given divine life through attitude and insistence. It also posited questions on what it meant to be feminine versus masculine, the ever-evolving perception and reality of gender roles, and the multi-faceted realm of sexuality. It was a tale told by a fairy, and the element of being gay was at its heart, informing every glitter-littering step, lifting every fluttering wing. It also marked my first flirtation with drag in any sense of the word, and also my last, as I make for an ugly-ass woman (the eyebrows alone were horrendous) but it all added to the element of play and fun and riotous abandon.

This project remained buried for years, much like ‘shades of gray‘ and other golden-oldies. I’m not entirely sure why, other than concerns typically ran to what was current rather than what had once been. Seeing as it was one of my most fantasy-fueled works it feels like the right time to resurrect it, coinciding with its 20th anniversary. It’s also relatively light-on-the-writing-and-reading and heavy on the visuals, so it’s easy to digest, and ideal for the current state of the world. Without further ado, our presentation of ‘The Divina Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ takes wing starting today…

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Once Upon a Fairy’s Playlist…

Forming the Preamble to ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’, the following playlist was actually burned to CDs and sent out to my friends before that fateful tour even began. Hey, it was 2005 – I’m not even sure we had playlists then. The musical selections for this portion of the Divine Diva project were designed to be quietly enchanting, with an element of whimsy, highlighting the fairytale aspect of what was to come. This is very much moody music, conjured for atmosphere and ambiance, to set a tone of dream-like intrigue and fantasy. It’s also night music, for drifting off to sleep on clouds of sheep and rolling hills of cotton candy. Compile and play accordingly, tomorrow we tour… 

~ Beautiful Dreamer

~ Prologue

Vois sur ton chemin

~ Fairytale

~ Dance of the Swans

~ I Could Have Danced All Night

~ Champagne Time

~ I Melt With You

~ A Sorta Fairytale

~ Sleeping Beauty Waltz

~ City of Quartz

~ The Lilac Fairy

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The Lilac Fairy

Shades of lilac and lavender in a tulle puff of a strapless dress, flitting about like a cloud of fairy dust – not wholly solid, more of a wisp, a whisper, a hint of something purple in the air

A spring night, a summer party, a lavender lilt – memories of a perfume and a song

A start to something divine… 

In Tchaikovsky’s ‘Sleeping Beauty’ ballet, “the Lilac Fairy is a benevolent fairy who represents wisdom and protection” and ultimately helps Sleeping Beauty find her happy ending. My own fairy’s tale doesn’t come to such joyful fruition, but a story isn’t told from the end to the beginning…

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City of Quartz

A music box whirls, tinkling bells of metal shards, sharp enough to slit a throat, slowly dying and running itself down. Crystalline winter, wrapping the sly softness and icy deadliness of snow around us, seduces with dangerous charm. We allow ourselves to be swaddled, thinking it is what we want, believing in the lie that it is what we need. We are too often willing accomplices in our own deception, in conspiring with the loveliness of a city covered in snow and ice – a city of quartz, ticking away with the tense, unrepentant measure of a time-bomb. Beauty about to explode.

Charming, someone to fear
Handsome, very much here
Evil, dancing through fire
Whore of Babylon, world famous clear

Something to charm
Danger, someone to harm
Falling into the mire
Climbing, higher and higher

The smoky world-ravaged voice of Marianne Faithfull, something we will never hear live again, gives ragged life to the song at hand. Recently deceased, she lasted longer than she thought she would. We never know how strong we are, or will need to be, until we go through it. And God, what she must have gone through… file it under ‘fun from the past’.

Someone to fear
Handsome, very much here
Evil, dancing through fire
Whore of Babylon, world famous clear

This is the penultimate song of our introductory fairy-tale playlist, setting up the whimsical beginning of the Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale. How fitting to give the almost-last word to Ms. Faithfull, whose voice once gave sustenance to a lost boy. Every fairy tale is lined with darkness and danger, as though designed to prepare a child for the horrors of what will undoubtedly lie ahead

Ivory tower
Longing for something now
Waiting, hour after hour
Give me some of your power

Every escape can become another prison. Every chance grab at freedom another chance at confinement. Paradoxically, every prison can be conquered by the mind, and perspective is the greatest weapon anyone can ever wield. The power is in our hands.

Citadel, a prison of sorts
Only the rich make the laws
Using repression and force
Whore of Babylon, City of Quartz

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Beckham & Boone: A Crotch-Shot and a Crotch-Grab

Likely to get me banned from FaceBook forever (oh, a threat of a good time – eek!) here is a bonus post for all those who enjoyed the recent David Beckham butt-baring Boss underwear post and the crotch-adjusting Grammys performance of Benson Boone (seen here in his Dazzler of the Day crowning). Not sure what the negative buzz is about either – you’ve all accessed far worse and you know it. 

It’s puzzling to me why the crotch has such a bad rep

The crotch is literally why we are all here.

So grab it, shake it, grind it to the max. 

Rock out with your cock out,

bunk out with your junk out,

flick out with your dick out,

relax and chill the fuck out. 

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A Sleeping Beauty Waltz

My childhood was a charmed one, and a large part of that charm was due to my own fertile imagination. I lived mostly in the woods behind my house, in my bedroom, and in my head – all were the stuff of fairy tales and fantasy. A waltz by Tchaikovsky spoke to me from a Tom and Jerry cartoon, a strange way for a gay composer to find his way into my earliest lexicon, but I heard the call and heeded it in my heart. Beauty spoke to me in my sleep, and in my waking hours I sought her out. 

Why did this music imprint itself upon my brain at such a young age and why did I carry it with me all these years later? Imagined worlds unfurled before me – allowing for escape, allowing for survival, allowing for finding goodness in a place that wouldn’t always find me good. If I could create goodness, if I could conjure beauty, even if it was make-believe, perhaps it would be enough. Whatever gets you through being a gay kid and surviving somewhat intact. 

A waltz. A walk in the forest. A whisper from my future self. 

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A Sorta Fairytale

Our precious preamble to escapism continues its whimsical way with this track by Tori Amos, and featuring a gratuitous foot pic inspired by this quirky video. Fetishists have fairy tales too, sometimes more quaint than the rest of us. It has been my experience that those who dare to delve into their more devilish sides come out with stronger morals at end of it. Make of that what you will – there’s a lot of room for interpretation. The same goes for a Tori Amos song, so have at it. 

On my way up northUp on the VenturaPulled back the hoodAnd I was talking to youAnd I knew then it would beA life long thingBut I didn’t know that weWe could break a silver lining

And I’m so sadLike a good bookI can’t put this day backA sorta fairytale with you (a sorta fairytale with you)A sorta fairytale with you
Things you said that dayUp on the one-oh-oneThe girl come undoneI tried to downplay itWith a bet about usYou said that you’d take itAs long as I couldI could not erase it
And I’m so sadLike a good bookI can’t put this day backA sorta fairytale with youA sorta fairytale with you
And I ride alongside you thenAnd I rode alongside you thenAnd I rode along side ’till you lost me there in the open roadAnd I rode along side till the honey spread itself so thinFor me to break your breadFor me to take your wordI had to steal it

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It’s a Lamp, It’s a Dandelion… No, It’s Growth

Growth is realizing that this floor lamp, which I would have adored in my childhood, will only ever be a dusting nightmare. (And that it’s heinous.)

#OneToGrowOn

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Dazzler of the Day: Law Roach

With luscious locks of hair to rival Beyoncé (and that similarly never met a fan that didn’t adore them and set them into glorious flight for every photo) Law Roach is one of the most celebrated stylists in the Hollywood scene. Witness the fabulous lewks he was integral in conjuring for Zendaya’s promotional appearances for ‘Challengers’ and ‘Dune 2’, as well as Celine Dion’s comeback last year. This marks Law’s first Dazzler of the Day crowning, and it definitely won’t be the last we’ll hear from him. 

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Melting With You

When I stuck a letter into our mailbox for the postal worker to pick up on their later round, I had to step gingerly around large patches of rippled ice and snow; by the time I picked up the mail at the end of the day, the ground was clear of all ice and snow, just a muddy and wet space that promised of spring. A day of melting is a sign we are headed in the right direction, even if the temperatures plunge again every night. The overall trajectory is promising. It’s been a while since we’ve had such a feeling

Let’s have a song to celebrate, part of the extended preamble for our next project posting, something that hints at the whimsy and escapism to come… 

Moving forwards, using all my breathMaking love to you was never second bestI saw the world thrashing all around your faceNever really knowing it was always mesh and lace
I’ll stop the world and melt with youYou’ve seen the difference and it’s getting better all the timeThere’s nothing you and I won’t doI’ll stop the world and melt with you
To catch melting as its happening takes a different kind of magic and acute perception – most often we only notice the before and after – the act itself is always more elusive, shunning to be seen in motion, as if it might diminish the sorcery. It’s seen in the dripping of an icicle, or the sweet, sticky running of an ice cream cone; hardly ever when it comes to the heart or the malleable movements of the mind, and those are the places where melting is most important. 
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate(You should see why)Trapped in the state of imaginary grace(You should know better)I made a pilgrimage to save this humans race(You should see why)Never comprehending the race had long gone by
The future’s open wide…

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A Shirtless Pedro Pascal Post

While Pedro Pascal has already proven he knows how to rock a red coat, it’s nice to see he can rock a pair of red swim trunks equally as well. In these beach shots, he’s also displaying all his shirtless glory, and if you’re a fan you should check out his crowning as Dazzler of the Day here. It looks like he’s reading ‘Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead’ by Olga Tokarczuk, which is described as “a deeply satisfying thriller cum fairy tale…” and I am all in for that right now. 

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

Maybe we should stop relying on algorithms to dictate our choices and simply engage with all the varied things that interest us. And maybe the algorithms should allow us to do that. 

#TinyThreads

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