big sexy

2002-03-21 [ 12:16 am ]
So, I had a real hard time deciding which of my Wrestlemania pictures I wanted to share... It would make sense to show one of the ring, or the wrestlers, or the pyro, even.

Except that it didn't. I think the only reason an event like this works, is because of the people. 68,000 of them, to be almost exact.

I generally don't like people. I am elitist scum, really. I surprise myself that I watch wrestling. Most of the other elitist scum I know can't even watch it without making incessant jokes. It's that kind of attitude that makes me afraid to talk about certain things I enjoy in public. Until I realize that no pleasure is really, guilty. Or until I realize that I just don't care what you think.

So, it's fake. Stop taking yourself so seriously. Were you expecting opera? A Kubrick film?

There was nothing fake about the passion, the energy, the desire. So I am not hitting you for real... is that what you would rather see?

I sort of liked people that day, I mean, I felt the energy of them all concentrated in one ring, not being ashamed to watch something so low-brow. In most cases, being proud of the athleticism and passion involved.

Bakhtin would be proud to see his unofficial world come to life. It is everything a carnival is meant to be. Here is a place that is not afraid to be human. Where people from all walks of life can just have fun, and not be ashamed.

I don't know when life got so damn serious. Shut up and start being human.

photo by: kam2k