MaleMaleficent
Earning My Ears
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- Jun 17, 2009
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Okay, here's the deal.
I've lurked on this board for months...no, make that YEARS...and last month, I took the plunge. I joined, and gave myself the moniker "MaleMaleficent". (Frankly, I couldn't believe that one hadn't already been taken. What with the gay fascination with Disney Villains, it just seemed a natural, right?)
I pondered and kvetched about what/when/why to make my first post, and then today at lunch I thought "Oh, just DO IT already!" So I guess this is going to be about me and about my upcoming trip in October.
I'm "G". Gay Male. 48 (as of Saturday, July 11...when did THAT happen...getting to be 2 years until 50?) My appreciation/fascination with all things Disney started almost out of the womb. My mom had gotten my older brother all those Disneyland storybook records (does anyone remember those?), so I inherited them when I came along. We had BAMBI, SNOW WHITE, PINNOCHIO, LADY AND THE TRAMP, CINDERELLA, et al., and it always started with this wonderful female voice saying "THIS is your Disneyland Storyteller, and I'm going to tell you the story of [fill-in-the-blank]!" You flipped the pages as you went along, and the story was peppered with songs and snippets from the film soundtrack. I used to act them out in the privacy of my bedroom. I remember doing a mean "Jacques" and "Gus" in CINDERELLA, but I excelled at being "Lady Tremaine". That white forelock of hair really fascinated me.
Anyway, thus started my love affair with Disney. My first trip to a Disney theme park was at age 5 -- Disneyland. I don't remember much about that jaunt, but I do remember one of the Three Little Pigs terrorized me. Also, that was back in the day when "Peter Pan" was played by a girl, and even then, I knew something wasn't right about that.
WDW happened for me in the 7th grade. The standout feature of that trip was realizing I COULDN'T ride spinning rides. How did I come to that conclusion? *sigh* After a ride on the Teacups with some maniacal kid that seemed hell-bent on testing out the properties of centrifugal force, I staggered through Fantasyland and threw up. In the moat. On top of a swan. [I've often wondered if some family was snapping a vacation shot at that particular moment, and captured my moment for eternity. Imagine THAT slide show for the grandparents, huh?]
Another trip to WDW in college, and then I didn't go back until the late 90s.
Enter my partner, "R". We got together in 1996, and during our first year, he had to be in Orlando on business, so I went down for a little playtime afterwards. We stayed off-site and did Disney. I learned a couple of things that trip, namely (a) R wasn't/isn't into Disney as much as I am, and (b) he's a jolly good sport about it. Except for those days when we both get tired, and he says "I can't belieeeeeve I'm tromping around Disneyworld again...." But those moments are few and far between. We've been together for 13 years, so they would have to be few and far between.
R tends to get into the mindset that the whole experience has to be on a full steam ahead run, because we paid to get into the park. I've tried to explain to him that the experience isn't about running from ride to ride, it's about appreciating the details. I have a theatrical background, so I see and appreciate a lot of things that he just misses. He comes from a non-artsy background, you see. Strangely enough, though, it works for us. Kind of like "two parts that make up a whole".
Before I go on, I need some feedback: is all this boring you, Dear Reader, to crocodile tears?
I've lurked on this board for months...no, make that YEARS...and last month, I took the plunge. I joined, and gave myself the moniker "MaleMaleficent". (Frankly, I couldn't believe that one hadn't already been taken. What with the gay fascination with Disney Villains, it just seemed a natural, right?)
I pondered and kvetched about what/when/why to make my first post, and then today at lunch I thought "Oh, just DO IT already!" So I guess this is going to be about me and about my upcoming trip in October.
I'm "G". Gay Male. 48 (as of Saturday, July 11...when did THAT happen...getting to be 2 years until 50?) My appreciation/fascination with all things Disney started almost out of the womb. My mom had gotten my older brother all those Disneyland storybook records (does anyone remember those?), so I inherited them when I came along. We had BAMBI, SNOW WHITE, PINNOCHIO, LADY AND THE TRAMP, CINDERELLA, et al., and it always started with this wonderful female voice saying "THIS is your Disneyland Storyteller, and I'm going to tell you the story of [fill-in-the-blank]!" You flipped the pages as you went along, and the story was peppered with songs and snippets from the film soundtrack. I used to act them out in the privacy of my bedroom. I remember doing a mean "Jacques" and "Gus" in CINDERELLA, but I excelled at being "Lady Tremaine". That white forelock of hair really fascinated me.
Anyway, thus started my love affair with Disney. My first trip to a Disney theme park was at age 5 -- Disneyland. I don't remember much about that jaunt, but I do remember one of the Three Little Pigs terrorized me. Also, that was back in the day when "Peter Pan" was played by a girl, and even then, I knew something wasn't right about that.
WDW happened for me in the 7th grade. The standout feature of that trip was realizing I COULDN'T ride spinning rides. How did I come to that conclusion? *sigh* After a ride on the Teacups with some maniacal kid that seemed hell-bent on testing out the properties of centrifugal force, I staggered through Fantasyland and threw up. In the moat. On top of a swan. [I've often wondered if some family was snapping a vacation shot at that particular moment, and captured my moment for eternity. Imagine THAT slide show for the grandparents, huh?]
Another trip to WDW in college, and then I didn't go back until the late 90s.
Enter my partner, "R". We got together in 1996, and during our first year, he had to be in Orlando on business, so I went down for a little playtime afterwards. We stayed off-site and did Disney. I learned a couple of things that trip, namely (a) R wasn't/isn't into Disney as much as I am, and (b) he's a jolly good sport about it. Except for those days when we both get tired, and he says "I can't belieeeeeve I'm tromping around Disneyworld again...." But those moments are few and far between. We've been together for 13 years, so they would have to be few and far between.
R tends to get into the mindset that the whole experience has to be on a full steam ahead run, because we paid to get into the park. I've tried to explain to him that the experience isn't about running from ride to ride, it's about appreciating the details. I have a theatrical background, so I see and appreciate a lot of things that he just misses. He comes from a non-artsy background, you see. Strangely enough, though, it works for us. Kind of like "two parts that make up a whole".
Before I go on, I need some feedback: is all this boring you, Dear Reader, to crocodile tears?
Welcome aboard!
then we are all set.... 
