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I'm in a reflective mood tonight, so I'm gonna ramble. Considering I never post to this thing really, who cares?
It was like being in a benevolent Prisoner of War camp, living at home. As long as I played by the rules, all was good. As soon as I broke a rule, or even something not a rule, anything could happen. There was always one thng that made it different. Like being allowed to lean your head out of your prison cell and smell the sweet air, see the sun, there was always Sunny's house.
For those who don't know, Sunny is a girl I met in my second home town of San Marcos, Texas, in about the sixth or seventh grade. I forget which. I don't remember much of how we fell in together, but we did. I remember my social-climbing mother allowing me to go to a party Sunny held on Halloween for her friends at a house they had in BFE (bum fuck Egypt, meaning way the hell out in the middle of nowhere). Mom was not impressed. She got even less impressed by Sunny's sister Kathy, seeming rather arrogant, and Sunny's dad spouting off political stuff the way my father does.
Trumped up hippies who think they're so great, is what my mother thought of them. Slightly better than trailer trash only because they had a house. And supposedly, they didn't bathe and they smelled. I never noticed, but maybe I'm immune to hippie smell?
I cannot describe to you the salvation, the sanctity, the haven Sunny's house was. Her dad fought with her mom, and vice versa, and lots more I certainly didn't know nor was any of my business, but I didn't feel this overwhelming cloud of anger, self-pity, and loneliness. There was common ground for each one of them, even if they argued about other things.
Sunny's father, Mack, had issues I will not go into here as it's unfit, which harmed the friendship I had with him, but let me set those things aside. He was a man who spoke to me as if he loved me as one of his own daughters. Even now, just typing this up brings loving tears to my eyes. Parts of him may not've been great, but parts of him were a father I wanted, a father he will always be in my heart. I loved him then, and love him as much now, now that I'm grown up. He would sit and talk with me for hours, he introduced me to one of my greatest musical loves, Isao Tomita, we played all kinds of card and dice games together, and opened my mind and eyes to worlds undreamed of. I even remember coming over one time to Sunny's house and she told me in a fit of heat-induced pique, "I don't feel like hanging out with you." My response was, "That's fine. I'm not here to see you. I'm here to see your dad." Was kind of funny at the time, and still is.
Sunny's mom would talk with me, but not quite as much as her dad. She was a very cool lady, and I found a kind of regalness to her with a softer charm, like a Queen who felt no need to puff up all Queenly to get her desires met or point across. I didn't get to know her as much as I'd like, and one night, got to know more of her than I wanted to! ;D She was very kind to put up with me coming over all the time to visit. I hope I repaid her kindness enough in the time I knew her.
Kathy, Sunny's sister, was the kind of woman I idolized. Surely she knew I looked up to her. She reminded me of Valeria from Conan the Barbarian, in personality. She was like a Valkyrie to me, strong, swift, keen, aloof in her ways, and alluring. Once I discovered my bisexuality, I even had a brief crush on her, but the age difference and not wanting to creep out Sunny made me back off. She also opened my mind to new ways of thinking and new worlds, but most of all, she gave me a kind of majesty to strive for. The nobility she carried herself with was magnetic, and I hoped to one day seem as noble, as regal. Was she arrogant? Hell yes! But then she was very smart and keenly involved in things that interested her, so I think that entitles her to at least some of her arrogance. She was only really rude if you just didn't understand her, and my mother certainly didn't. Her loss, not Kathy's or mine.
TURKEY! It followed me around and tried to cuddle me! It looked creepy when it was half-molting! Naked turkeys are ugly! Especially cuddly, affectionate, naked turkeys that won't stop chasing you around so they can stand next to you and lean on you in an affectionate way! I still have a feather from that turkey when it molted. Silly nostalgia, but...
Sunny! Thank you for the smile upon my face! Sunny! - Gods, I loved making her beat the crap out of me with me singing that horrid song. She hated it, and had every right to! There's not enough storage space to get into all the shitloads of fun I had with her. There's not enough storage space to describe how she made and makes me feel. She's a beautiful woman. Or I think so. I could easily date her if it wouldn't mess up the friendship and creep out Chas. (Or would it? >;D) We drove all over Austin in my hand-me-down `82 diesel Audi. We tried to pretend to my mother that she and I weren't friends so mother wouldn't go psycho on me and do unmentionable stuff to me. We giggled ourselves silly as our very gay friend, Eric Abegglen pronounced how Very Not Gay he was.
Oh gods! Gotta tell two stories to embarass Sunny and talk about the crazy fun we had. We'll go in chronological order:
I don't remember how old we were, what grade we were in, whatever. I DO know that due to my bigenderedness and love for genderbending, and Sunny's HUGE collection of Barbie crap, it wasn't hard to get a "game" of Barbie going, and to get me to play Ken. However, this was not your ordinary game of Barbies. Sunny's Barbie was like Samantha in Bewitched! She could do magic! She also had a strange uh, housemate. She was a RIOT. This was a vintage Wicked Witch of the West, from the Wizard of Oz movie, doll, except her name was MAMBA!!! No, I'm not complaining about the name. Her name was not "Mamba". It was, "MAMBA!!!" That was also the only word that poor Mamba could speak, and it served for an entire vocabulary, depending on the tone with which she repeated it. Mamba's hobbies were cleaning Barbie's house, cooking scary things, and SCARING THE BUGFUCKING JESUS OUT OF KEN.
Ken would come by, with me doing that awkward "Barbie/Ken waddle" all kids did to simulate walking, calling out, "Hi <whatever Sunny's magical Barbie was renamed to>!" Just as he awaited a cheery greeting, Mamba would jump out from nowhere, screaming her name, like some sort of mentally challenged warrior princess cry. Ken would either be scared shitless, or would outright die from fright, and Barbie would have to ressurect him! Now assuming Ken survived his greetings with Mamba, he then had to survive Barbie! You see, I wanted to simulate a happy and loving home to fill the empty void in my angst-ridden adolescent heart. Sunny just wanted to wreak havoc and mindfuck people. So Barbie would sweetly invite Ken over to the Dream House to chill, and as he was walking over in his waddlesome way, Sunny would say that Barbie used her telekenesis to teleport a keychain-sized skateboard, just the right size with real turning wheels, for Barbie or Ken, under his feet. He'd then trip and live or die, depending on Sunny's whim at the moment. Sometimes Barbie would have an "Evil Sister" doll, but considering there wasn't a "Good Sister", it was more an "Eviler Sister". This one would also go about maiming killing, or otherwise crippling Ken in mind, body and spirit. And don't forget the wonderful rusty hot tub! Nothing makes for a better Barbie hot tub than cheap, easily gettable cookie tins. For about the first three or four Barbie hot ttub parties. And then the rust sets in. And with Sunny's smarts and mischevious nature, she always had something evil explained about the rust.
And of course, her Barbies were anatomically correct, as were her Kens. Ken had a wonderfully disgusting primary-red yellow and blue Playdoh penis, and Barbie had a suitable hole drilled in her crotch for porking of said Playdoh dildo. However, Playdoh dries out in time, and the penises would sometimes fall off and get stuck inside Barbie. In time, she became a maraca. Shake her, and you could hear the numerous Warholian-colored penii rattling about inside her torso. Definately creepy.
The other story had to do with D&D. Her sister had better things to do than GM for two 14 year olds, so we were left to our own devices. When Eric moved into the neighborhood, Sunny got permission to open the pop-up camper, and we'd game inside the thing, with Sunny as the GM. She had this HY00J crush on Eric, so much so she was the stereotpyical favoring GM. I can remember numerous times having Eric tell me, "Oh, I've already got three Crowns of Power. Do you want one, Lisa?" The best moment from all of that was one time, Eric wanted to prove his character was kind and benevolent. He saw a poor beggar on the street and decided to give him 1,000 pieces of gold, or something like that, so he teleported up 10,000 feet into the air, created the pile of gold, then dropped it from that height onto the beggar, "giving" it to him. You can guess what happened when it landed on him. Eric replied with, "Well seeing as he's dead, he doesn't really need the gold anymore, does he? I'll just take it back, then." Basically, Kathy bought all of the coolest D&D supplement books with reams and reams of magical items and artefacts NOT in the DMG, and Sunny raided that for treasure for us. That was the most MUNCHKIN game I ever played in my LIFE! XD Especially the Neverending Tower of Rooms and Levels, where upon we met, and Eric enslaved and usurped all the powers of all the gods he cared about, using a special powder Sunny designed that when sprinkled on a target, drained them of their powers and gave them to the sprinkler. He then trapped the gods in a gem of life/soul-trapping so they couldn't take revenge. Hilariously stupid stuff!
There's so much more I could tell, but it'd just take too long. All I can say is, I wish I could share with all of you the magic of Sunny's house. Sounds like some retarded children's show with a crappy budget. "It's time to go to Sunny's house! Yay!"
Thank you, Sunny, for being part of the magic of my youth, and for making living a lot more worthwhile, and making every day some weird adventure worth never forgetting. I can never thank you enough for that.
And if anyone else reading this post knows Sunny, the next time you see her, either in RL or online, just out of the blue, greet her with, "MAMBA!!!", just to see what she does. XD
I love you like the sister you always were in my heart. Maybe I wasn't always your favorite friend, but you will always be special to me.