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p a s s i o n a l a d v e n t u r e s Hallo-what? by Kelli Dunham Like most folks who grew up “born again” (i.e. in a evangelical Christian family that substitutes prayer for Prozac), I started out with a very skewed view of Halloween. This was a holiday, as my mom explained it, that was Satanic with a capital “S.” “All the freaks and perverts come out to play at Halloween,” my mom was fond of saying. And she said it like-get this-the freaks and perverts coming out to play was a bad thing. Unlike some born again families, my mom allowed us to dress up, but the costumes had to pass the WWJW (What Would Jesus Wear) test. Obviously we couldn’t be a ghost, Freddy Krueger, or, God forbid, a witch. But we also couldn’t dress us like an owl, bat or frog because these animals represented certain varieties of demons. Yeah, tell that to the people at the Sierra Club, or worse yet, PETA. So our inevitable default was a character from the Bible, although it was difficult to create a costume for John the Apostle that really looked much different from, say, Zacheus the Tax Collector. The coolest born again mom dressed her son like up like King David and even made him a faux severedhead-of-giant prop which he carried proudly through the neighborhood, leaving a trail of dripping ketchup behind him. The rest of settled for the same bathrobe from year to year, taping on an index card with the hand lettered notation “The Apostle Paul” or “Mary Magdelene,” like an ancient version of the “Hello, I Am…” lapel label. As time had passed, however, my mom has mellowed. In fact, last year when she came to visit Philly, my sister took her on a day trip and they ended up on Christopher Street. In the West Village. At 9 PM. Yup, on Halloween. My sister took my (now 70) mom’s hand and led her through the crowds of outrageous drag divas, fetish performance artists, and thousands of other beautiful freaks and perverts. My mom only smiled. Her only comment came when she pointed to a very tall drag queen and observed “my, it must take her forever to wax.” Some people believe in Christmas miracles, but after that night, I am convinced that nothing can compare with the marvels of Halloween. Kelli Dunham (www.kellidunham.com) is a comic and writer who lives on a houseboat in Philadelphia. Left: Sister Act. This affordable vinyle nun's costume comes complete with hood, habit and dress with sexy high-cut front for only$69.99 in sizes S-XL or $79.99 for sizes 1X-3X Rooftop Sexploitations Enjoy 2 classic sexploitation flicks from the 1960s and 70s at Aphrodite Gallery above the PASSIONAL boutique, 704 South 5th Street, Philadelphia. Wednesday, October 24, starting promptly at 8pm, we will be projecting Emanuelle in America (1977, 100 min, info at www.imdb.com/title/tt0074473) followed by Smell of Honey, Swallow of Brine (1966, B&W, 74 min, info at www.imdb.com/title/tt0180177) on a specially installed screen on our rooftop courtyard. There is no charge to attend these screenings, however please be aware that space is limited so come by early and guarantee your spot for the show! 22 pm 2.9 — 10/04
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p a s s i o n a l a d v e n t u r e s<br />
Hallo-what?<br />
by Kelli Dunham<br />
Like most folks who grew up “born again” (i.e. in a evangelical Christian family that<br />
substitutes prayer for Prozac), I started out with a very skewed view of Halloween.<br />
This was a holiday, as my mom explained it, that was Satanic with a capital “S.”<br />
“All the freaks and perverts come out to play at Halloween,” my mom was fond<br />
of saying. And she said it like-get this-the freaks and perverts coming out to<br />
play was a bad thing.<br />
Unlike some born again families, my mom allowed us to dress up, but<br />
the costumes had to pass the WWJW (What Would Jesus Wear) test.<br />
Obviously we couldn’t be a ghost, Freddy Krueger, or, God forbid, a<br />
witch. But we also couldn’t dress us like an owl, bat or frog because<br />
these animals represented certain varieties of demons. Yeah, tell that<br />
to the people at the Sierra Club, or worse yet, PETA.<br />
So our inevitable default was a character from the Bible, although<br />
it was difficult to create a costume for John the Apostle that really looked<br />
much different from, say, Zacheus the Tax Collector. The coolest born again<br />
mom dressed her son like up like King David and even made him a faux severedhead-of-giant<br />
prop which he carried proudly through the neighborhood, leaving a<br />
trail of dripping ketchup behind him. The rest of settled for the same bathrobe from<br />
year to year, taping on an index card with the hand lettered notation “The Apostle Paul”<br />
or “Mary Magdelene,” like an ancient version of the “Hello, I Am…” lapel label.<br />
As time had passed, however, my mom has mellowed. In fact, last year when she<br />
came to visit Philly, my sister took her on a day trip and they ended up on Christopher<br />
Street. In the West Village. At 9 PM. Yup, on Halloween.<br />
My sister took my (now 70) mom’s hand and led her through the crowds of<br />
outrageous drag divas, fetish performance artists, and thousands of other beautiful<br />
freaks and perverts. My mom only smiled.<br />
Her only comment came when she pointed to a very tall drag queen and<br />
observed “my, it must take her forever to wax.”<br />
Some people believe in Christmas miracles, but after that night, I am convinced<br />
that nothing can compare with the marvels of Halloween.<br />
Kelli Dunham (www.kellidunham.com) is a comic and writer who lives on a houseboat in<br />
Philadelphia.<br />
Left: Sister Act.<br />
This affordable vinyle nun's costume comes<br />
complete with hood, habit and dress with sexy high-cut front for<br />
only$69.99 in sizes S-XL or $79.99 for sizes 1X-3X<br />
Rooftop Sexploitations<br />
Enjoy 2 classic sexploitation flicks from the 1960s and 70s at Aphrodite Gallery above the PASSIONAL boutique, 704 South 5th<br />
Street, Philadelphia. Wednesday, October 24, starting promptly at 8pm, we will be projecting Emanuelle in America (1977, 100<br />
min, info at www.imdb.com/title/tt0074473) followed by Smell of Honey, Swallow of Brine (1966, B&W, 74 min, info at<br />
www.imdb.com/title/tt0180177) on a specially installed screen on our rooftop courtyard. There is no charge to attend these<br />
screenings, however please be aware that space is limited so come by early and guarantee your spot for the show!<br />
22 pm 2.9 — 10/04
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