Four Festivals in Four days: Day Three
Sep. 21st, 2024 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessToday's festival is the world's worst advertised festival. For context, the nearby town of Gallipolis (across from Point Pleasant WV) on the Ohio river was big in the Underground Railroad and has been celebrating the Emancipation Proclamation for over 100 years. About three years ago my university started taking part.
I only know this because I got a solitary email about it. I heard nothing on the radio/tv/saw flyers anywhere. It's rather embarrassing IMO. They had a senator (WoC) from WV talking when I got there ...to like 10 people. Geez. Now as I was going in a sea of school buses were leaving so was there a parade with marching bands? I'm guessing yes. There were even less vendors this year than last (no lie like 8)
But my only reason to be there was I knew the people from the John Gee historical center would be there. they had told me two years ago about two Black sisters who were chiropodists in Gallipolis from 1905-1957 and my own branch of medicine grew out of that so I want to include them in my study. They had a tiny thing on them with an article saying they went to the Reed School of Chiropody but it doesn't say where. They warned me there was very little on them. Boy were they right.
I went right over to my office and found...nothing. I have no idea where this school was because it wasn't coming up on bing or my pro level search engines. I did find a tiny bit out about the sisters Jeanette and Mayme Emerson because even though Bossard Library in Gallipolis is a small town library it has big city ambitions. EVERY newspaper from the the late 1800s on has been digitized. A thing I learned today is they didn't need social media back then. The newspaper did it for them. Throwing a party? It's in the paper. Coming back from vacation? It's in the paper....wow. I now have to find out what the heck the Social Twelve were because Mayme was big into it (I'm assuming it was a woman's club) I can at least get a picture of the sisters from the newspapers and I can drive my butt to their home which is still there and their graves are in the segregated black cemetery on Pine St.
And since I have NO idea where in time and space i am this week (just told my brother happy belated anniversary and he's like it's tomorrow dummy) I forgot my friday fandom so let me do that now.
I did write a story this week (and I'm almost done with the penultimate chapter of my monster![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Title: I Am What I Am
Summary: Angel and his friends have dressed to the nines and have gone out to toast Sir Pentious and his sacrifice. Unfortunately they come across someone Angel knows who objects to his being there, especially wearing his prettiest dress.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written forspikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Bereave, Lush, Impaired, Makeshift, Colorful & Overflow and for the lyrical titles challenge using the prompt – First line of a song (I Am What I Am) and for the allbingo prompt of rum. CW: homophobic relatives, mourning the loss of a friend
“I think you’ll like this place,” Husk said, leading their group to a bar on the edge of the entertainment district. It sat a stone’s throw from the casino strip which was no doubt why he knew about the bar. Husk’s colorful wings ruffled in the strong breeze blowing around hell today. It was as if hell itself wanted to ruin their good time by getting them all disarrayed.
It was their first outing since Pentious had been destroyed by Adam. Vaggie and Charlie had suggested it, surprising Angel. He took it as a sign Charlie needed to cut loose as much as the rest of them after the trauma of Pen getting disintegrated and the struggle to rebuild the hotel. Angel and Vaggie had bonded some in their rejoicing over Niffty’s gleeful stabbing of Adam. Sure there was something wrong in taking pleasure at the final death of the First Man but damn if he hadn’t been an obnoxious dick, especially after hearing some of Vaggie’s stories about him. He had killed Pentious, sending him to whatever oblivion came after hell. Adam had taken one of Angel’s few true friends from him so he was allowed to enjoy Adam suffering the same fate. He deserved Niffty’s delivery of karma.
Angel had suggested Husk pick the place to hold Pen’s celebration of afterlife since Vaggie and Charlie were not comfortable with Angel’s favorite places to cut loose like the bondage club or Consent. He was surprised when Husk said he thought something a bit more high scale, like The Spirited Spot would be in keeping with the idea of spending the day honoring Pentious and his sacrifice. Angel would never turn down the opportunity to dress up. He’d shown up in the lobby of the hotel with serious doubts about his friends’ ability to put on the ritz.
He’d made a conscious effort to reflect Husk’s colors. His plunged-neckline, lush velvet gown was an ombre starting with deep red fading into black as it went. Lace sleeves dripped into flared wing-like cuffs and the sides – split almost to his crotch – had lace inserts. Husk had nearly swallowed his tongue seeing him but Angel wasn’t sure if it was the overflow of his chest fluff and his cute pink heart marking peeking out of the bodice or if it was his absolutely splendid boots with the six inch toe platform, the arch entirely encrusted with silver rhinestones and spikes and the ten inch heel armored with jet rhinestones that was doing it for his boyfriend. Husk had mumbled something about Angel being nearly a foot taller than his usual already impressive height. Husk was staring into Angel’s navel at this point. Maybe later, if they weren’t too drunk, he’d wear the boots to bed for Husk, maybe get his legs worshiped for a change. Val had always hated Angel’s feet so he’d spent decades covering his legs even during sex scenes. Cherri Bomb promised him she’d have his heels by sundown, as if they would fit her.
Of course Angel had had his own jaw drop moment seeing Husk in a finely cut black suit that would have been at home in the time period when they were both young. Cherri had come in the most conservative thing Angel had ever seen her in, sort of blue and yellow striped homage to Pentious. Even Niffty dressed up. Alastor had begged off going. Angel was glad for it and assumed Alastor was still licking his wounds after getting his ass handed to him by Adam and having it broadcast everywhere. Vox and Val had been gleefully discussing it when Angel had been in the studio.
Inside the Spirted Spot, the bar had an understated sense of glitz, more refined than Angel was used to: cut crystal light fixtures, softly padded leather chairs and marble topped tables. It was also rather crowded as they made their way to the table Husk had had reserved for them, a table far too close to a sprawling sea of spider demons, over a dozen of them split between two tables. Angel groaned loudly.
“What?” Husk followed Angel’s gaze. “They’re from a nearby territory. A couple of them are overlords.”
“I know. Maybe they won’t notice me.”
“You’re ten feet tall in heels that both frighten and arouse me,” Husk replied making Angel smiled. He could work with that. “Everyone has noticed you. Usually if you don’t fuck around with Henroin, all his sub-overlords will leave you alone. They have a weird system going on.” Husk jutted his chin at the large spider in the center of the group.
“The Don and all his capos, yeah I know.”
“I mostly dealt with the little one.” Husk pointed to Arackniss. “Weapons and guards for my casino sort of thing. He ain’t so bad, kinda liked drinking with him.”
“I see. Let’s just sit. Here, Charle.” Trying not to think about the implications of Husk’s words, Angel pulled out a chair that would have its back to the spider hoard because he knew they wouldn’t fuck with her and he wanted to keep his eyes on his family, all eight eyes. “You, Vaggie and Niffty take this side. Cherri, you, me, and Husk can take the other.”
Charlie sat slowly, her gaze on his now-opened secondary eyes. Had she ever seen them opened like this before? Maybe not. He was making her nervous.
“Hey Henrion, have a look. Molly made it to hell after all!” One of the largest of spiders laughed loudly.
Angel grimaced as his whole family turned to face him. He should have walked out the door the second he’d spotted them because them being bastards was inevitable. He decided to play it up. Might as well piss them off good. He primped his long blond curls with their pink tips. The wig did make him resemble his twin. He’d clipped some of the curls back with black rhinestone barrettes that dangled sprays of Husk’s shed feathers, which had raised his friend’s eyebrows but Husk had said nothing. Niffty had been far more blunt about pointing them out. Charlie had merely smiled when she spotted the barrettes.
“And so she did,” Henroin grumbled, his meaty hand tightening around his drink. “What are you doing here, you degenerate?”
“I’m with my friends. We’re here to give Sir Pentious the wake he deserves,” Angel replied, when what he wanted to scream was ‘I’m here with my makeshift family, which is a fuck ton better than my real one.’
“And they’re willing to be seen in public with a freak like you. I’m surprised, especially you, Husker,” Henroin continued and Husk curled his lip.
“Papi, that’s Princess Morningstar,” Arackniss said in low warning.
“That’s a very unkind thing to say,” Charlie replied, twisting on her chair so she could see them better. “especially to someone as bereaved as Angel and the rest of us are.”
“Do you know the type of perverted company you’re keeping, princess?” one of Angel’s uncles asked.
“Angel is my friend,” she replied, the edge in her tone perhaps lost on people who didn’t know here as well as he had come to.
“Just leave us alone,” Angel said tartly. “All I want to do is throw back rum drinks in Pentious’s honor until I’m impaired.”
“Angel, that’s not quite what I had in mind.” Charlie laid a hand on his arm.
“Oh Satan, it’s Angel Dust!” Someone shrilled.
Angel found himself mobbed by a pack of girls, all begging for his autograph. He didn’t mind being as popular with the dames as he was with the gents. He signed a few autographs for them, ignoring his family sniggering at him.
“Sing for us,” one of them asked and the others took it up as a chant.
He held up his hands. “Sorry, I really am just here to mourn the loss of a good friend. Maybe next time.”
With a moan of disappointment, the pack did move off and leave him alone with the weight of his family’s disapproval crushing him. They didn’t even need to say a word, not when each had eight disapproving eyes trained right on him.
“See, Princess, this is all the pink weakling is good for, twittering to the masses or going face down into the pillow with his slutty backside in the air.” Henroin’s disgust was palpable.
Angel flinched at the harsh words, blinking back tears.
Charlie’s hair rustled like it did when her horns popped. She rose from her seat as Cherri said something vile to Henroin. “What makes you think you can talk about him like that? What could he have done to make you so angry? Angel did nothing but walk through the door.”
“Papi,” Arackniss hissed at the same time. “How can ya call Anthony weak? We all saw him fighting off an onslaught of exorcist angels with his friends there. Actual fucking angels and Tony was the one left standing, not them.”
Angel stared at his brother, not expecting the support.
“Lucifer and the princess did the heavy lifting.” Henroin sniffed. “Though I’m surprised you got caught up in all that, Husker. Guess it really has been a while since I’ve seen you.”
“It has and it was a group effort,” Husk said, putting a hand in the small of Angel’s back. “Want to go? I didn’t expect trouble. Most people are happy to see you.”
Angel snorted. “Yeah I guess none of you know. What I did to them, Charlie, was to get born. Henroin is my papi. The other really big spiders are his brothers. The rest are cousins and the little one you used to work with, Husk, is my big brother, Arackniss.”
“Angel….” Vaggie let the words die out and she let go of Cherri. Angel hadn’t even noticed his friend had out a small bomb that Vaggie had stopped her from whipping into the spidery mass.
“Oh, Angel…I had no idea you had more family members here,” Charlie said, a distressed expression on her face.
“At lot more,” Husk muttered.
“All the bad boys,” Niffty added, clasping her hands. The second their eyes were off her, she’d be on them, adoringly. If Angel got lucky, she’d rip the fur off his father for her collection. He’d enjoy that bellow of pain.
“Let’s just forget about them, sit and have our drinks,” he suggested then cast a meaningful look at his relatives. “I’m sure they’re done commenting on me now.” The way Arackniss was staring at his marvelous footwear, Angel doubted his own statement. “What, Niss?”
“Was wondering if I could take a picture of those heels.”
“Really?” Angel gasped at the same time as their father. Of all things he expected his brother to say, that never entered his mind.
“Yeah, I’m seeing someone who would love those.” Arackniss waggled his phone at Angel.
Turning around, Angel hiked up his dress and flexed his knee to display the boots’ best angle. “Would they really love them or are you hoping they will?”
“A little of both. All I know is they’ll be a lot hotter on someone else’s feet. Not that ya don’t make them work, Tony but, ya know, you’re my brother. Ya ain’t hot to me.” Arackniss shrugged and Henroin shoved him.
“Really? This is how you’re going to be today too?” Henroin narrowed his beady eyes. “Do I have two fairy sons?”
“I’m just saying. Ya know who I’m sleeping with, Papi, so ya know the answer to that. Besides, Tony is obviously happy with those boots. Why should I make him feel bad about them when they very much do look good?”
“Thanks, Niss,” Angel whispered.
“Because you don’t praise the stupid.” Henroin lazily backhanded Arackniss off his chair. Arackniss sprang up but Henroin’s brothers closed ranks around him.
“You can join us if you want, Arackniss was it?” Charlie gestured to a chair as Vaggie and Cherri stood, falling into defensive positions, ready for a fight.
“Ahrite, thanks.” Arackniss wiped his bleeding mouth. Charlie indicated for everyone to sit back down. “It’ll be nice to have a drink with class for a change. Some people need to remember whose territory they’re in and before ya say youse can take it from me, remember which of us was the sniper in the war.”
“If you want to talk to the pansy, fine.” Henroin waved him off. “Go on. Though I am surprised at you and Husker for keeping that type of company.”
Husk glanced at Angel, reaching up to brush his cheek. Angel leaned down to him, surprised they were about to do this where it could get back to Valentino but he’d handle that if it happened. Enough of the hotel rebuild had made the news – and Vox surely had all the footage – so Valentino already knew they were good friends. Vaggie and Charlie had stumbled across them embracing during the rebuild so no shocks there.
“I like the company I keep, Henroin.” Husk kissed Angel softly before pulling out a chair for him. They both sat, holding hands.
Arackniss snorted. “Just pissing off everyone today, Papi. Tony’s friends, his boyfriend, everyone in the room who thinks Angel Dust is a star or a hero fending off the angels. ”
Henroin curled his lip at him. “Hero? Really? He’s no hero. He never did nothing worth talking about.The best thing he ever did was overdose and die.”
Angel couldn’t stifle the pained whimper, bubbling out of him. Husk’s hand convulsed around his, a growl rumbling in his throat.
“You’re such a fucking bastard, Papi,” Arackniss snarled. “I had to deal with my brother’s body. Nothing was best about it.”
“That was cold,” Husk said: he and Charlie both jumping to their feet. Her horns curved upward, blood red and Angel took a moment to imagine her head butting his father in the chest.
“He wants to parade around like a freak and expect approval? He’s not going to get it.”
“I never had it even when I was exactly what you wanted me to be, Papi. I was your perfect little killer and all I got out of it was a drug habit to forget what I was doing and eternal damnation,” Angel growled, hopping up on his heels. “You know what? I don’t fucking care any more what you think of me. I’m done with looking for approval I’ll never get.”
On impulse, he pulled his phone out and queued up some music. “Girls, you’re going to get a song after all, one from Broadway. After my time, another actor taught it to me. Seems perfect to sum up how I feel right now.”
As the girls cheered that announcement, Angel stomped over to his father’s table and started the music. His voice was tremulous, frightened as he sang the first words of the lyrics. “I am what I am. I am my own special creation.”
And boy wasn’t he? This song could have been written for him and maybe in a way it was, for all the gay men of his time. For the ones who enjoyed drag. For the ones who hadn’t had a voice. For the ones like him who had to hide themselves away out of fear of what happened if they didn’t. For the ones who were considered criminals for merely being who they were. The song came nearly forty years after him but Angel felt the words as he belted it out. The whole bar had come to a standstill, some simply excited to be hearing Angel Dust performing for free, probably puzzled by the song choice, his family staring at him in sneering silence. At least none of them had popped up and attacked him…yet.
Angel bent down right into his father’s ugly, hateful face and sang, “And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle? Why not try and see things from a different angle? Your life is a sham till you can shout out loud I am what I am!”
Bertie Bunny who taught him the song said something about how on stage it ended with the removal of the man’s wig. Screw that. He looked too good in his and that weren’t his style. Six middle fingers way up, saluting his relatives, that was Anthony’s style and he felt the heat the gesture generated. He sashayed back to his friends in time to see his brother lighting his next cigarette off the end of the one still in his mouth, the chain-smoking little nicotine addict.
Angel plucked the ciggie from Arackniss’s fingers and took a long drag. Arackniss shrugged and lit up another one. “Everyone, I changed my mind. I want to go somewhere else. Is that okay?”
Charlie sprang up and pulled him into a hug. “Of course it’s okay.”
“The Risky Business Casino is just down the way. There’s a nice bar in there.” A conflicted expression crossed Husk’s face. It had been his casino. Angel assumed it was Alastor’s now and there would be bad memories associated with it. That had to be why Husk hadn’t picked that from the get-go. “Part of it Alastor ripped up and slammed into the hotel.”
“Ah.” So that explained where their bar had come from. Angel took another drag, letting the acrid smoke tickle his lungs. “If it bothers you, Husk, I don’t want-”
He took Angel’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “You just keep me out of trouble.”
Arackniss laughed so hard a cloud of smoke obscured his face and he choked.
“What my brother is so elegantly trying to say is I am trouble.” Angel batted his eyelashes just to provoke his father.
“Kid, I already knew that. Let’s go.” Husk gave him a gentle tug toward the door.
Angel screwed up his courage and his most Angel Dusty performance skills to swagger his way out past his relatives and piss them off even more. He paused. “Giovanni, you coming too?”
Arackniss looked startled at the invitation. “Yeah, I will.”
“Ya just keep on going then. Ya better not be seen here later today,” their father warned.
“Ya know what, Papi, this is my place. When I get back, youse better not be here.” Arackniss pointed his cigarette at him. “I’ll let ya know if and when youse are welcome back.”
Angel ignored his father’s hot look and hoped it didn’t come down to two overlords battling it out but if it did, he’d side with his brother. Angel let Husk walk him to the door but that’s when they separated. Vox had too many cameras everywhere and he didn’t want to risk his own ass – literally – or Husk’s life if Valentino got jealous and vicious. Charlie’s limo was where they left it. She, Vaggie and Niffty took one bench seat. He sat with Cherri and Husk on the other. Arackniss sat on the floor boards, following Angel’s suit of tossing the cigarette before getting in. Angel drew in a ragged breath, ready to cry hard.
“Don’t you start the waterworks, Tony. I don’t see no tissues in here,” Arackniss warned.
Charlie opened her purse and pulled out a small packet of them. Angel wept.
“Sorry Papi was such a festering dick to you.” Arackniss fussed with his bow tie, a sure sign he was nervous. His hands needed something to do.
“He always is,” Cherri snapped. “And you never stop him.”
His ruby eyes fixed on her. They had never gotten along and Angel had long ago told her to keep off Arackniss’s turf. Cherri was tough but Arackniss was meaner. “I know I’m a shitty brother, Cherri. I don’t need you to tell me.”
“You stood up to him tonight,” Angel said, wiping his eyes, smearing makeup on the tissue. “He ain’t gonna forget that.”
“Yeah I know but he ain’t gonna wage a turf war with me. I’m the son he almost likes.” Arackniss shrugged. “Don’t know why he always hated ya but he did. Ya didn’t do anything wrong, Tony.”
“Angel,” he corrected.
Arackniss shook his head. “I ain’t calling ya that. You’re my baby brother and I ain’t calling you by your porn name, especially a drug-based one. Drugs took ya away from me which, for ya, was probably a relief not to be seeing Papi for a little while. But it broke me, Molls, and Mama.”
Angel looked away, tears trickling a little faster now. “Call me Angie then. When I’m in drag, could ya call me that? My friends do.”
Arackniss paused a moment. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Angel wiggled Husk closer to the door and patted the seat next to him. “You’re small. You’ll fit.”
Arackniss curled his lip but shoved in between Angel and Cherri. “Maybe I shoulda stood up to Papi more when ya were alive but I was afraid that if I didn’t do what he wanted, he’d punish ya even more.”
“Your father was that bad?” Charlie reached for Vaggie’s hand.
Angel nodded. “He was. Sometimes he was worse to Giovanni than me. He hit him with the buckle end of the belt. I usually just got the strap, maybe because he hit me more and didn’t want Mama to see the marks.”
“He figured I could take it. He always saw me as stronger, never made no sense. You were plenty fucking tough, Angie. Ya had to be but I was gonna take over the family business one day, not ya so he was even harder on me in some ways.”
“I know.” Angel rested his head back against the car seat. “Ya said something about dealing with me…ya know, after I was gone.”
Arackniss nodded. “Guess I never told ya. Molly and I found ya. It damn near destroyed her, being your twin and all.”
Angel winced covering his eyes but Arackniss rolled on.
“She kept screaming we couldn’t let Mama know ya died that way. So, we cleaned everything up and I call Doc Hargitay. If he could lie about all the bullet wounds our family got, he could lie about this. He did too. He said it probably wasn’t suicide, just an accident but you and I fought so hard the day before, I always thought maybe ya had done it, just to get the fuck away from me.”
Angel sighed, dabbed his eyes again. Everyone else shifted around uncomfortably. “No, I didn’t do it on purpose. I might have taken more because I was so fucking pissed at ya so ya don’t get off the hook that easily.”
“Not sure I deserve to.”
“You don’t,” Cherri assured him.
Arackniss ignored her. “Anyhow, it was the right time of year and ya loved doing those Polar bear plunges at Coney Island, god only knows why. Where’s yer useless brother, Giovanni? He’s swimming in the ocean in December, Papi.”
“I liked it.”
“Ya probably looked like a woman for real then once that cold water hit yer cazzo.” Arackniss snorted and Angel elbowed him. “Anyhow, we got ya cleaned up and Doc said ya died of pneumonia after one of those polar bear plunges. Afterward, Mama said we didn’t need to do all that. She knew how ya died, said she tried to get ya to stop because she knew it would happen.” He ran a hand over his eyes, dashing away his own tears. Angel handed him a tissue. “Papi was glad we did it though. Much less embarrassing that his weakling son died of bad lungs and not because he snorted too much snow up his nose.”
“At least ya tried to make it more bearable for Mama. I appreciate that. Sorry…I really wish I could tell Molly that.” Angel sighed.
“You will one day, Angel,” Charlie assured him. “I know you can get redeemed, I just know it. Arackniss, you could always join us. I’m sure Angel would like to have his brother with him.”
Arackniss let out a bitter laugh. “I wouldn’t take that bet,” he said and Husk muttered, “Me either.”
Arackniss shook his head. “No, Princess, I’m not ready for that but I would like to talk to ya more, fratello. I won’t bring Papi around, won’t be coming to ya as his man, not any more. But I would like to see ya on occasion.”
“That might not be too awful,” Angel admitted. “We’ll see how drinks go today.”
“We’re here,” Husk said, looking out the window at the sprawling casino.
“Good. And Niss, you can take a picture of my boots if you want for your friend or the whole ensemble, whatever. I don’t mind, if you didn’t get the pic earlier.”
“Thanks.”
“Just no getting off on the boots while I’m wearing them.” Angel smirked.
“And this is why ya always got hit in the head.” Arackniss scowled and then very purposefully said, “Tony.”
“Surely it wasn’t that bad always,” Charlie said dubiously.
Arackniss leaned on Angel’s shoulder. “She’s an only child, vero?”
“Si.”
The car parked and they exited. Niffty jumped up and grabbed a handful of Arackniss’s hair, yanking it free. He yelped.
“What the fuck?” He rubbed his scalp.
“For the collection,” she said and ran ahead toward the casino door. Vaggie urged Charlie to go after her.
“She likes bad boys,” Angel explained.
“Okay then. You have strange friends.” Arackniss scowled. “And I’m sorry you lost Pentious. I knew him. He tried to make an alliance once.”
“He wasn’t so bad,” Cherri said and he shrugged.
Once inside the casino, Husk led the way to a private room and the waitress brought a tray of knickerbockers, a rum drink Angel knew Pen had liked. They all raised their glasses to the simple toast of ‘Sir Pentious.’ He’d left a large hole in all their hearts. Angel would miss him, they all would. And he had to wonder if maybe, just maybe, his self-sacrifice had counted in the end. Maybe Molly wouldn’t be the only one he’d see if he ever made heaven. But until then, Angel had other things to work on, like maybe repairing things with his brother. He glanced at Arackniss. That wouldn’t be a bad thing, not at all.
Best of all, though, had been standing up to his father, getting his truth out there and letting the old bastard choke on it. It hadn’t been easy but it had been so worth it. He’d savor that for a long time.
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I only know this because I got a solitary email about it. I heard nothing on the radio/tv/saw flyers anywhere. It's rather embarrassing IMO. They had a senator (WoC) from WV talking when I got there ...to like 10 people. Geez. Now as I was going in a sea of school buses were leaving so was there a parade with marching bands? I'm guessing yes. There were even less vendors this year than last (no lie like 8)
But my only reason to be there was I knew the people from the John Gee historical center would be there. they had told me two years ago about two Black sisters who were chiropodists in Gallipolis from 1905-1957 and my own branch of medicine grew out of that so I want to include them in my study. They had a tiny thing on them with an article saying they went to the Reed School of Chiropody but it doesn't say where. They warned me there was very little on them. Boy were they right.
I went right over to my office and found...nothing. I have no idea where this school was because it wasn't coming up on bing or my pro level search engines. I did find a tiny bit out about the sisters Jeanette and Mayme Emerson because even though Bossard Library in Gallipolis is a small town library it has big city ambitions. EVERY newspaper from the the late 1800s on has been digitized. A thing I learned today is they didn't need social media back then. The newspaper did it for them. Throwing a party? It's in the paper. Coming back from vacation? It's in the paper....wow. I now have to find out what the heck the Social Twelve were because Mayme was big into it (I'm assuming it was a woman's club) I can at least get a picture of the sisters from the newspapers and I can drive my butt to their home which is still there and their graves are in the segregated black cemetery on Pine St.
And since I have NO idea where in time and space i am this week (just told my brother happy belated anniversary and he's like it's tomorrow dummy) I forgot my friday fandom so let me do that now.
I did write a story this week (and I'm almost done with the penultimate chapter of my monster
wipbigbangTitle: I Am What I Am
Summary: Angel and his friends have dressed to the nines and have gone out to toast Sir Pentious and his sacrifice. Unfortunately they come across someone Angel knows who objects to his being there, especially wearing his prettiest dress.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written for
spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Bereave, Lush, Impaired, Makeshift, Colorful & Overflow and for the lyrical titles challenge using the prompt – First line of a song (I Am What I Am) and for the allbingo prompt of rum. CW: homophobic relatives, mourning the loss of a friend“I think you’ll like this place,” Husk said, leading their group to a bar on the edge of the entertainment district. It sat a stone’s throw from the casino strip which was no doubt why he knew about the bar. Husk’s colorful wings ruffled in the strong breeze blowing around hell today. It was as if hell itself wanted to ruin their good time by getting them all disarrayed.
It was their first outing since Pentious had been destroyed by Adam. Vaggie and Charlie had suggested it, surprising Angel. He took it as a sign Charlie needed to cut loose as much as the rest of them after the trauma of Pen getting disintegrated and the struggle to rebuild the hotel. Angel and Vaggie had bonded some in their rejoicing over Niffty’s gleeful stabbing of Adam. Sure there was something wrong in taking pleasure at the final death of the First Man but damn if he hadn’t been an obnoxious dick, especially after hearing some of Vaggie’s stories about him. He had killed Pentious, sending him to whatever oblivion came after hell. Adam had taken one of Angel’s few true friends from him so he was allowed to enjoy Adam suffering the same fate. He deserved Niffty’s delivery of karma.
Angel had suggested Husk pick the place to hold Pen’s celebration of afterlife since Vaggie and Charlie were not comfortable with Angel’s favorite places to cut loose like the bondage club or Consent. He was surprised when Husk said he thought something a bit more high scale, like The Spirited Spot would be in keeping with the idea of spending the day honoring Pentious and his sacrifice. Angel would never turn down the opportunity to dress up. He’d shown up in the lobby of the hotel with serious doubts about his friends’ ability to put on the ritz.
He’d made a conscious effort to reflect Husk’s colors. His plunged-neckline, lush velvet gown was an ombre starting with deep red fading into black as it went. Lace sleeves dripped into flared wing-like cuffs and the sides – split almost to his crotch – had lace inserts. Husk had nearly swallowed his tongue seeing him but Angel wasn’t sure if it was the overflow of his chest fluff and his cute pink heart marking peeking out of the bodice or if it was his absolutely splendid boots with the six inch toe platform, the arch entirely encrusted with silver rhinestones and spikes and the ten inch heel armored with jet rhinestones that was doing it for his boyfriend. Husk had mumbled something about Angel being nearly a foot taller than his usual already impressive height. Husk was staring into Angel’s navel at this point. Maybe later, if they weren’t too drunk, he’d wear the boots to bed for Husk, maybe get his legs worshiped for a change. Val had always hated Angel’s feet so he’d spent decades covering his legs even during sex scenes. Cherri Bomb promised him she’d have his heels by sundown, as if they would fit her.
Of course Angel had had his own jaw drop moment seeing Husk in a finely cut black suit that would have been at home in the time period when they were both young. Cherri had come in the most conservative thing Angel had ever seen her in, sort of blue and yellow striped homage to Pentious. Even Niffty dressed up. Alastor had begged off going. Angel was glad for it and assumed Alastor was still licking his wounds after getting his ass handed to him by Adam and having it broadcast everywhere. Vox and Val had been gleefully discussing it when Angel had been in the studio.
Inside the Spirted Spot, the bar had an understated sense of glitz, more refined than Angel was used to: cut crystal light fixtures, softly padded leather chairs and marble topped tables. It was also rather crowded as they made their way to the table Husk had had reserved for them, a table far too close to a sprawling sea of spider demons, over a dozen of them split between two tables. Angel groaned loudly.
“What?” Husk followed Angel’s gaze. “They’re from a nearby territory. A couple of them are overlords.”
“I know. Maybe they won’t notice me.”
“You’re ten feet tall in heels that both frighten and arouse me,” Husk replied making Angel smiled. He could work with that. “Everyone has noticed you. Usually if you don’t fuck around with Henroin, all his sub-overlords will leave you alone. They have a weird system going on.” Husk jutted his chin at the large spider in the center of the group.
“The Don and all his capos, yeah I know.”
“I mostly dealt with the little one.” Husk pointed to Arackniss. “Weapons and guards for my casino sort of thing. He ain’t so bad, kinda liked drinking with him.”
“I see. Let’s just sit. Here, Charle.” Trying not to think about the implications of Husk’s words, Angel pulled out a chair that would have its back to the spider hoard because he knew they wouldn’t fuck with her and he wanted to keep his eyes on his family, all eight eyes. “You, Vaggie and Niffty take this side. Cherri, you, me, and Husk can take the other.”
Charlie sat slowly, her gaze on his now-opened secondary eyes. Had she ever seen them opened like this before? Maybe not. He was making her nervous.
“Hey Henrion, have a look. Molly made it to hell after all!” One of the largest of spiders laughed loudly.
Angel grimaced as his whole family turned to face him. He should have walked out the door the second he’d spotted them because them being bastards was inevitable. He decided to play it up. Might as well piss them off good. He primped his long blond curls with their pink tips. The wig did make him resemble his twin. He’d clipped some of the curls back with black rhinestone barrettes that dangled sprays of Husk’s shed feathers, which had raised his friend’s eyebrows but Husk had said nothing. Niffty had been far more blunt about pointing them out. Charlie had merely smiled when she spotted the barrettes.
“And so she did,” Henroin grumbled, his meaty hand tightening around his drink. “What are you doing here, you degenerate?”
“I’m with my friends. We’re here to give Sir Pentious the wake he deserves,” Angel replied, when what he wanted to scream was ‘I’m here with my makeshift family, which is a fuck ton better than my real one.’
“And they’re willing to be seen in public with a freak like you. I’m surprised, especially you, Husker,” Henroin continued and Husk curled his lip.
“Papi, that’s Princess Morningstar,” Arackniss said in low warning.
“That’s a very unkind thing to say,” Charlie replied, twisting on her chair so she could see them better. “especially to someone as bereaved as Angel and the rest of us are.”
“Do you know the type of perverted company you’re keeping, princess?” one of Angel’s uncles asked.
“Angel is my friend,” she replied, the edge in her tone perhaps lost on people who didn’t know here as well as he had come to.
“Just leave us alone,” Angel said tartly. “All I want to do is throw back rum drinks in Pentious’s honor until I’m impaired.”
“Angel, that’s not quite what I had in mind.” Charlie laid a hand on his arm.
“Oh Satan, it’s Angel Dust!” Someone shrilled.
Angel found himself mobbed by a pack of girls, all begging for his autograph. He didn’t mind being as popular with the dames as he was with the gents. He signed a few autographs for them, ignoring his family sniggering at him.
“Sing for us,” one of them asked and the others took it up as a chant.
He held up his hands. “Sorry, I really am just here to mourn the loss of a good friend. Maybe next time.”
With a moan of disappointment, the pack did move off and leave him alone with the weight of his family’s disapproval crushing him. They didn’t even need to say a word, not when each had eight disapproving eyes trained right on him.
“See, Princess, this is all the pink weakling is good for, twittering to the masses or going face down into the pillow with his slutty backside in the air.” Henroin’s disgust was palpable.
Angel flinched at the harsh words, blinking back tears.
Charlie’s hair rustled like it did when her horns popped. She rose from her seat as Cherri said something vile to Henroin. “What makes you think you can talk about him like that? What could he have done to make you so angry? Angel did nothing but walk through the door.”
“Papi,” Arackniss hissed at the same time. “How can ya call Anthony weak? We all saw him fighting off an onslaught of exorcist angels with his friends there. Actual fucking angels and Tony was the one left standing, not them.”
Angel stared at his brother, not expecting the support.
“Lucifer and the princess did the heavy lifting.” Henroin sniffed. “Though I’m surprised you got caught up in all that, Husker. Guess it really has been a while since I’ve seen you.”
“It has and it was a group effort,” Husk said, putting a hand in the small of Angel’s back. “Want to go? I didn’t expect trouble. Most people are happy to see you.”
Angel snorted. “Yeah I guess none of you know. What I did to them, Charlie, was to get born. Henroin is my papi. The other really big spiders are his brothers. The rest are cousins and the little one you used to work with, Husk, is my big brother, Arackniss.”
“Angel….” Vaggie let the words die out and she let go of Cherri. Angel hadn’t even noticed his friend had out a small bomb that Vaggie had stopped her from whipping into the spidery mass.
“Oh, Angel…I had no idea you had more family members here,” Charlie said, a distressed expression on her face.
“At lot more,” Husk muttered.
“All the bad boys,” Niffty added, clasping her hands. The second their eyes were off her, she’d be on them, adoringly. If Angel got lucky, she’d rip the fur off his father for her collection. He’d enjoy that bellow of pain.
“Let’s just forget about them, sit and have our drinks,” he suggested then cast a meaningful look at his relatives. “I’m sure they’re done commenting on me now.” The way Arackniss was staring at his marvelous footwear, Angel doubted his own statement. “What, Niss?”
“Was wondering if I could take a picture of those heels.”
“Really?” Angel gasped at the same time as their father. Of all things he expected his brother to say, that never entered his mind.
“Yeah, I’m seeing someone who would love those.” Arackniss waggled his phone at Angel.
Turning around, Angel hiked up his dress and flexed his knee to display the boots’ best angle. “Would they really love them or are you hoping they will?”
“A little of both. All I know is they’ll be a lot hotter on someone else’s feet. Not that ya don’t make them work, Tony but, ya know, you’re my brother. Ya ain’t hot to me.” Arackniss shrugged and Henroin shoved him.
“Really? This is how you’re going to be today too?” Henroin narrowed his beady eyes. “Do I have two fairy sons?”
“I’m just saying. Ya know who I’m sleeping with, Papi, so ya know the answer to that. Besides, Tony is obviously happy with those boots. Why should I make him feel bad about them when they very much do look good?”
“Thanks, Niss,” Angel whispered.
“Because you don’t praise the stupid.” Henroin lazily backhanded Arackniss off his chair. Arackniss sprang up but Henroin’s brothers closed ranks around him.
“You can join us if you want, Arackniss was it?” Charlie gestured to a chair as Vaggie and Cherri stood, falling into defensive positions, ready for a fight.
“Ahrite, thanks.” Arackniss wiped his bleeding mouth. Charlie indicated for everyone to sit back down. “It’ll be nice to have a drink with class for a change. Some people need to remember whose territory they’re in and before ya say youse can take it from me, remember which of us was the sniper in the war.”
“If you want to talk to the pansy, fine.” Henroin waved him off. “Go on. Though I am surprised at you and Husker for keeping that type of company.”
Husk glanced at Angel, reaching up to brush his cheek. Angel leaned down to him, surprised they were about to do this where it could get back to Valentino but he’d handle that if it happened. Enough of the hotel rebuild had made the news – and Vox surely had all the footage – so Valentino already knew they were good friends. Vaggie and Charlie had stumbled across them embracing during the rebuild so no shocks there.
“I like the company I keep, Henroin.” Husk kissed Angel softly before pulling out a chair for him. They both sat, holding hands.
Arackniss snorted. “Just pissing off everyone today, Papi. Tony’s friends, his boyfriend, everyone in the room who thinks Angel Dust is a star or a hero fending off the angels. ”
Henroin curled his lip at him. “Hero? Really? He’s no hero. He never did nothing worth talking about.The best thing he ever did was overdose and die.”
Angel couldn’t stifle the pained whimper, bubbling out of him. Husk’s hand convulsed around his, a growl rumbling in his throat.
“You’re such a fucking bastard, Papi,” Arackniss snarled. “I had to deal with my brother’s body. Nothing was best about it.”
“That was cold,” Husk said: he and Charlie both jumping to their feet. Her horns curved upward, blood red and Angel took a moment to imagine her head butting his father in the chest.
“He wants to parade around like a freak and expect approval? He’s not going to get it.”
“I never had it even when I was exactly what you wanted me to be, Papi. I was your perfect little killer and all I got out of it was a drug habit to forget what I was doing and eternal damnation,” Angel growled, hopping up on his heels. “You know what? I don’t fucking care any more what you think of me. I’m done with looking for approval I’ll never get.”
On impulse, he pulled his phone out and queued up some music. “Girls, you’re going to get a song after all, one from Broadway. After my time, another actor taught it to me. Seems perfect to sum up how I feel right now.”
As the girls cheered that announcement, Angel stomped over to his father’s table and started the music. His voice was tremulous, frightened as he sang the first words of the lyrics. “I am what I am. I am my own special creation.”
And boy wasn’t he? This song could have been written for him and maybe in a way it was, for all the gay men of his time. For the ones who enjoyed drag. For the ones who hadn’t had a voice. For the ones like him who had to hide themselves away out of fear of what happened if they didn’t. For the ones who were considered criminals for merely being who they were. The song came nearly forty years after him but Angel felt the words as he belted it out. The whole bar had come to a standstill, some simply excited to be hearing Angel Dust performing for free, probably puzzled by the song choice, his family staring at him in sneering silence. At least none of them had popped up and attacked him…yet.
Angel bent down right into his father’s ugly, hateful face and sang, “And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle? Why not try and see things from a different angle? Your life is a sham till you can shout out loud I am what I am!”
Bertie Bunny who taught him the song said something about how on stage it ended with the removal of the man’s wig. Screw that. He looked too good in his and that weren’t his style. Six middle fingers way up, saluting his relatives, that was Anthony’s style and he felt the heat the gesture generated. He sashayed back to his friends in time to see his brother lighting his next cigarette off the end of the one still in his mouth, the chain-smoking little nicotine addict.
Angel plucked the ciggie from Arackniss’s fingers and took a long drag. Arackniss shrugged and lit up another one. “Everyone, I changed my mind. I want to go somewhere else. Is that okay?”
Charlie sprang up and pulled him into a hug. “Of course it’s okay.”
“The Risky Business Casino is just down the way. There’s a nice bar in there.” A conflicted expression crossed Husk’s face. It had been his casino. Angel assumed it was Alastor’s now and there would be bad memories associated with it. That had to be why Husk hadn’t picked that from the get-go. “Part of it Alastor ripped up and slammed into the hotel.”
“Ah.” So that explained where their bar had come from. Angel took another drag, letting the acrid smoke tickle his lungs. “If it bothers you, Husk, I don’t want-”
He took Angel’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “You just keep me out of trouble.”
Arackniss laughed so hard a cloud of smoke obscured his face and he choked.
“What my brother is so elegantly trying to say is I am trouble.” Angel batted his eyelashes just to provoke his father.
“Kid, I already knew that. Let’s go.” Husk gave him a gentle tug toward the door.
Angel screwed up his courage and his most Angel Dusty performance skills to swagger his way out past his relatives and piss them off even more. He paused. “Giovanni, you coming too?”
Arackniss looked startled at the invitation. “Yeah, I will.”
“Ya just keep on going then. Ya better not be seen here later today,” their father warned.
“Ya know what, Papi, this is my place. When I get back, youse better not be here.” Arackniss pointed his cigarette at him. “I’ll let ya know if and when youse are welcome back.”
Angel ignored his father’s hot look and hoped it didn’t come down to two overlords battling it out but if it did, he’d side with his brother. Angel let Husk walk him to the door but that’s when they separated. Vox had too many cameras everywhere and he didn’t want to risk his own ass – literally – or Husk’s life if Valentino got jealous and vicious. Charlie’s limo was where they left it. She, Vaggie and Niffty took one bench seat. He sat with Cherri and Husk on the other. Arackniss sat on the floor boards, following Angel’s suit of tossing the cigarette before getting in. Angel drew in a ragged breath, ready to cry hard.
“Don’t you start the waterworks, Tony. I don’t see no tissues in here,” Arackniss warned.
Charlie opened her purse and pulled out a small packet of them. Angel wept.
“Sorry Papi was such a festering dick to you.” Arackniss fussed with his bow tie, a sure sign he was nervous. His hands needed something to do.
“He always is,” Cherri snapped. “And you never stop him.”
His ruby eyes fixed on her. They had never gotten along and Angel had long ago told her to keep off Arackniss’s turf. Cherri was tough but Arackniss was meaner. “I know I’m a shitty brother, Cherri. I don’t need you to tell me.”
“You stood up to him tonight,” Angel said, wiping his eyes, smearing makeup on the tissue. “He ain’t gonna forget that.”
“Yeah I know but he ain’t gonna wage a turf war with me. I’m the son he almost likes.” Arackniss shrugged. “Don’t know why he always hated ya but he did. Ya didn’t do anything wrong, Tony.”
“Angel,” he corrected.
Arackniss shook his head. “I ain’t calling ya that. You’re my baby brother and I ain’t calling you by your porn name, especially a drug-based one. Drugs took ya away from me which, for ya, was probably a relief not to be seeing Papi for a little while. But it broke me, Molls, and Mama.”
Angel looked away, tears trickling a little faster now. “Call me Angie then. When I’m in drag, could ya call me that? My friends do.”
Arackniss paused a moment. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Angel wiggled Husk closer to the door and patted the seat next to him. “You’re small. You’ll fit.”
Arackniss curled his lip but shoved in between Angel and Cherri. “Maybe I shoulda stood up to Papi more when ya were alive but I was afraid that if I didn’t do what he wanted, he’d punish ya even more.”
“Your father was that bad?” Charlie reached for Vaggie’s hand.
Angel nodded. “He was. Sometimes he was worse to Giovanni than me. He hit him with the buckle end of the belt. I usually just got the strap, maybe because he hit me more and didn’t want Mama to see the marks.”
“He figured I could take it. He always saw me as stronger, never made no sense. You were plenty fucking tough, Angie. Ya had to be but I was gonna take over the family business one day, not ya so he was even harder on me in some ways.”
“I know.” Angel rested his head back against the car seat. “Ya said something about dealing with me…ya know, after I was gone.”
Arackniss nodded. “Guess I never told ya. Molly and I found ya. It damn near destroyed her, being your twin and all.”
Angel winced covering his eyes but Arackniss rolled on.
“She kept screaming we couldn’t let Mama know ya died that way. So, we cleaned everything up and I call Doc Hargitay. If he could lie about all the bullet wounds our family got, he could lie about this. He did too. He said it probably wasn’t suicide, just an accident but you and I fought so hard the day before, I always thought maybe ya had done it, just to get the fuck away from me.”
Angel sighed, dabbed his eyes again. Everyone else shifted around uncomfortably. “No, I didn’t do it on purpose. I might have taken more because I was so fucking pissed at ya so ya don’t get off the hook that easily.”
“Not sure I deserve to.”
“You don’t,” Cherri assured him.
Arackniss ignored her. “Anyhow, it was the right time of year and ya loved doing those Polar bear plunges at Coney Island, god only knows why. Where’s yer useless brother, Giovanni? He’s swimming in the ocean in December, Papi.”
“I liked it.”
“Ya probably looked like a woman for real then once that cold water hit yer cazzo.” Arackniss snorted and Angel elbowed him. “Anyhow, we got ya cleaned up and Doc said ya died of pneumonia after one of those polar bear plunges. Afterward, Mama said we didn’t need to do all that. She knew how ya died, said she tried to get ya to stop because she knew it would happen.” He ran a hand over his eyes, dashing away his own tears. Angel handed him a tissue. “Papi was glad we did it though. Much less embarrassing that his weakling son died of bad lungs and not because he snorted too much snow up his nose.”
“At least ya tried to make it more bearable for Mama. I appreciate that. Sorry…I really wish I could tell Molly that.” Angel sighed.
“You will one day, Angel,” Charlie assured him. “I know you can get redeemed, I just know it. Arackniss, you could always join us. I’m sure Angel would like to have his brother with him.”
Arackniss let out a bitter laugh. “I wouldn’t take that bet,” he said and Husk muttered, “Me either.”
Arackniss shook his head. “No, Princess, I’m not ready for that but I would like to talk to ya more, fratello. I won’t bring Papi around, won’t be coming to ya as his man, not any more. But I would like to see ya on occasion.”
“That might not be too awful,” Angel admitted. “We’ll see how drinks go today.”
“We’re here,” Husk said, looking out the window at the sprawling casino.
“Good. And Niss, you can take a picture of my boots if you want for your friend or the whole ensemble, whatever. I don’t mind, if you didn’t get the pic earlier.”
“Thanks.”
“Just no getting off on the boots while I’m wearing them.” Angel smirked.
“And this is why ya always got hit in the head.” Arackniss scowled and then very purposefully said, “Tony.”
“Surely it wasn’t that bad always,” Charlie said dubiously.
Arackniss leaned on Angel’s shoulder. “She’s an only child, vero?”
“Si.”
The car parked and they exited. Niffty jumped up and grabbed a handful of Arackniss’s hair, yanking it free. He yelped.
“What the fuck?” He rubbed his scalp.
“For the collection,” she said and ran ahead toward the casino door. Vaggie urged Charlie to go after her.
“She likes bad boys,” Angel explained.
“Okay then. You have strange friends.” Arackniss scowled. “And I’m sorry you lost Pentious. I knew him. He tried to make an alliance once.”
“He wasn’t so bad,” Cherri said and he shrugged.
Once inside the casino, Husk led the way to a private room and the waitress brought a tray of knickerbockers, a rum drink Angel knew Pen had liked. They all raised their glasses to the simple toast of ‘Sir Pentious.’ He’d left a large hole in all their hearts. Angel would miss him, they all would. And he had to wonder if maybe, just maybe, his self-sacrifice had counted in the end. Maybe Molly wouldn’t be the only one he’d see if he ever made heaven. But until then, Angel had other things to work on, like maybe repairing things with his brother. He glanced at Arackniss. That wouldn’t be a bad thing, not at all.
Best of all, though, had been standing up to his father, getting his truth out there and letting the old bastard choke on it. It hadn’t been easy but it had been so worth it. He’d savor that for a long time.
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Date: 2024-09-22 03:27 am (UTC)I'm sorry you weren't able to find too much on them. They sound like they may have led interesting lives.
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Date: 2024-09-23 03:04 am (UTC)Yeah I'm sorry I couldn't find more too