The Horror of the Evil Esohytnam

Posted on February 21, 2010

Please beware and be forewarned!  This blog may be disturbing to some individuals.  Enter at your own risk and I'm sorry about wanting to blog about something so disturbing, but this stuff fascinates me, and I can't understand a lot of what is going on in this evil world.

First let me define what Esohytnam is in illustrations, as It is very hard for me to describe something so sickening and disturbing.

Do these look like regular dudes?

Husband or boyfriend reading the paper?

Regular guy waiting to meet a woman on the corner for a date?

Regular college student?

Office worker?

Are you catching on to the atrocity yet?

Yeah we really like this girl...yes we do...yes REALLY!

Regular skater attire?

Maybe a regular high school dude?

Regular sports fan?

Regular muscle man-legs?

All I can say here is WTFFF???

Okay still not catching on....? I'll make this a little easier...

HAHA!!

Okay people, if you haven't figured it out yet - Esohytnam is Mantyhose spelled backwards.  I heard that Satanic people spell words backwards so I thought this word deserved that recognition, with it being so wrong and all.

I think Richard Simmons wears them because he has medical leg issues which is okay ...I tried to find a picture of him wearing his Mantyhose but couldn't, so here he is in a salad...

This is how you do it guys, but please PLEASE don't...

Ladies, what would you do if your man took off his pants and...

this is what you saw?
...this guy has no junk well I know, most manikins don't, but that makes me wonder...junk squeezed in there would be uncomfortable for a guy...right?

I am perplexed as to what is happening.  Why would guys want to wear these things?  Men are turning into women and it is truly horrifying to me.

To offset the eye pain I may have caused - here's two pictures that will hopefully defuse it.

For the Women:

For the men:

For the inbetweens:

Oh yeah and I don't get Guyliner or Manscara either.

...or Manpris...

...or the Murse (man purse)...

yeah I would say no...this guy is not holding it for his wife.

Malodorous Summer Day Camp and Drowning

  Posted on December 31, 2009


When I was a young child of five my parents enrolled me in a summer day camp called Camp Monchatea. I continued to attend this camp every summer through the age of nine. I have some great memories there of friends, fun in the sun, trampolines, arts and crafts, sports activities, making rice crispy treats, and go-carts (I won the contest for the best driver of which I was extremely proud) and telling/hearing scary stories on the top story of one of the camp shelters on rainy days. I even have the memory of how my camp shelter smelled; I know this sounds weird, and no, it wasn’t a bad smell; just one I can’t describe. But I also have one memory that is the most vivid and the most unbearable. Whenever I think about it my heart rate almost always starts to quicken. It has instilled an anxiety in me and has evoked dreams that were both horrific and fascinatingly outrageous throughout my entire life. That memory was the experience of almost drowning. It was one of two things that happened to me in my childhood that could have killed me (I plan to write about the other in another post). I was 6 or so when this happened. Back then in 1972 there were no strict rules about children and wearing safety floating devices around the pool. I have never written this down before so I will give it a shot and forgive me if it’s sketchy. This is what I remember:

It was a bright sunny hot humid day and time for some ‘campy type’ swimming. Lots of kids laughing and screaming in delight in their brightly colored bathing suits; mine was pink with white trim – people frequently told me it was pretty. Girls in their bathing caps, and me in mine, which had a big pink flower on the side. I was standing there contemplating how I would get in to the pool…should I jump in…should I sit and slide down the side….should I meander over to the steps and ease myself into the cool water hmmmmm? Such difficult decisions. I sure loved to be in the pool but I really didn’t know how to swim very well….I was pretty confident about hanging on to the side in areas that were over my head and having so much fun fun fun….and……woaaaa something wacked me in the back knocked the air right out of me and I was abruptly and violently knocked into the deep end of the pool from behind! I was suddenly under water kicking my little feet. I looked up with wide panicked eyes burning from the chlorine and can see kids all around me freakishly distorted by the rippling water…I could still hear the laughing and screaming kids but it was muffled…I stretched my arms out and reached for the kids reached as far as I could and kicked but did not seem to move towards them at the top of the water! The pain in my lungs was agonizing! I needed to breath! Reaching with my arms towards the people all the little people at the top of the water…desperately needing their help!!! Why won’t they see me and help me???!!! Suddenly something pulled and jerked me up so fast…I was weak…my limbs felt like heavy anchors…I couldn’t move them…I was limp….skin scraped onto rough pool decking…bathing cap ripped off…someone’s hand on my forehead…what happened…my head is throbbing I am coughing up fluid…someone hit me in the back…I coughed some more….my eyes are closed…I can’t open them even though I am trying to open them…it is dark I want to see BUT can’t open my eyes….I hear nothing it is dead quiet but I hear my heart beating hard…that’s where my memory of the incident stops. And obviously I am still here so I eventually opened my eyes!

I ironically grew up and became a very good swimmer and love swimming even to this day. However, I have had lucid dreams about being underwater and breathing the water into my lungs and exploring the sea; dreams about being held underwater until my lungs burst and I died. I have had so many dreams of the water like nature that it has almost become a fundamental occurrence of my dreams. Some are good and some are bad…very bad. I am just glad to be alive because I could have died at the age of six.

And now my heart is racing after writing this….

After this occurrence my mom still required me to go to this camp every day even though I was terrified...and if you read my earlier blog titled Willy, Midgets and Mom, you’ll know that my mom would drag me kicking and screaming to that bus that provided door-to-door transportation, every day…UNTIL the birth of the Oompa Loompa’s! My mom was a true gem!

Cereal with a Splash of Pus ???

Posted on December 29, 2009:

Eeew you say? Why would I state such a title for this blog? Well if any of you had some cereal today with some milk on it, chances are you were pouring some pus on it too…!!!

Bizarre Oddities, Horror Flicks and Mom

Posted on December 18, 2009:

My earliest memory of my fascination with horror movies was probably around 1976 when I was 10. I remember walking down the hallway on the top floor of my house to my parent’s bedroom and the door was closed. I heard some weird creepy music and some voices. I knocked on the door and my mom told me to come on in. She was sitting up in bed watching Beyond the Door on cable TV. She invited me to sit with her and watch it. I remember being nervous and scared but I couldn’t peel myself away. From that point forward my mom realized that her fourth daughter had inherited her thrill for horror movies. My mom would tell me horror bedtime stories and I would love them. They were the coolest but ghastliest fables; she could get really creative. She had one hell of an imagination. My mom also had an interest in bizarre oddities and freak shows or any movie or documentary on the subject. I too shared that interest. The movie Freaks from 1932 is one that I will never tire of. Although this movie was not well received by audiences and it had much of it cut out. One of my all time favorites is the Exorcist. That movie is a work of art. People ask me why these movies don’t scare me and I guess it’s because I don’t believe in the stuff, so I can watch these movies and sleep like a baby at night. The movies that really scare me are the ones about serial killers or torture and things of that nature. I avoid those types of movies because they are too real and disturb me. Now that was one difference between my mom and me. She liked those types of movies and I did not. Like the movie Hostile and Silence of the Lambs etc. Although I did go to see Silence of the Lambs with her and it was really torture for me to sit through it. I was almost scared to walk to my car after seeing that. Rob Zombie’s House of 1000 Corpses is kind of a mix of bizarre freaks and torture so this one I liked but it made me uneasy. The Evil Dead series are great. One of my favorite parts in that movie was when one of the possessed girls eats her own arm off! The scene lasts for it seems like a long time, and she just continues to gnaw at her own arm until it falls off! And the sound effects during this scene are awesome – makes me laugh every time. Evil Dead #2 was great as well and goes way over the top on the entertainment scale. Army of Darkness is in a league of its own. If you’re a horror fan I highly recommend all three, and it would be great if you’d comment and let me know what you think of them. Drag Me to Hell which is one of the most recent movies I’ve seen was a really good one too. It made me laugh in a lot of parts. It was great when the old woman falls out of the casket on top of the girl and all of the fluid comes pouring out of her mouth onto the girl’s face! Well I can go on forever about horror movies. My mom passed away two years ago and one of the million things I miss is not having her here to chat about all of the horror and gore we both loved. Years before she passed away just after she retired she befriended another lady who was a horror fan. She was 78 and in a wheelchair. My mom would go pick her up at her apartment and wheel her into see these horrific movies. She said people would give her the weirdest looks (but can you blame them). That woman has since passed away too.

There are 100's of horror movies that I can mention but this blog would never end....I like too many of them.  I hope that when I am an old lady and in a wheelchair I have a friend like my mom, who will wheel me in to the movies to see the horror and bizzare oddities that I love. 

The following is dedicated to my mom who I miss very much: 

 

Orgasmic

Posted on December 17, 2009:

I'm sorry but this has absolutely nothing to do with sex. There are a few things that are so gratifying to me that the only word I can use to describe it is, orgasmic.  And some of Jeff Buckley's creations fall into that category.  He was a phenomenal musician with a voice that I could feel into the core of my being.  I also think he had such a perfect face; one that I never tire of looking at.  He was born in the same year as me, 1966, and passed on by drowning in 1997 on May 29th in Wolf River Harbor.  His body was not found until June 4th, which was my 31st birthday.

Have a look and listen, and enjoy your orgasmic experiences.... 

Milk is Absurd

Posted on December 16, 2009:


I wonder who was the first person to decide to squeeze the substance out of a cow’s udder and drink it. What was the thought process involved? I mean baby cows drink this. How completely absurd to think that humans should drink this at all. I think it’s quite revolting. I think it would make more sense for milk to be manufactured from human females than cow’s. And that doesn’t even make any sense either.

Do you know that when male calves are born they are usually immediately destroyed or used for veal production? They usually are immediately torn from the mother and thrown into the manufacturing process. The mother is pumped with hormones to produce more milk for human consumption. Why do people think that humans can not survive healthily without dairy products made from a substance that is meant to nourish baby cows? There are plenty of other natural food sources that contain the needed calcium for humans. Green leafy vegetables are an excellent source of calcium.

Milk is made from living creatures to nurture their own young. Humans are the only living things that drink milk into adulthood. This is an example of people not really ‘thinking’ about what it is they are putting into their bodies and how it was manufactured, and where it originated from. I tend to think about these things before I put anything into my body. Milk as a food source is just one of many things that I don’t understand. Lets all rebuke milk! I hope I don’t get sued by the milk industry for stating my opinion here!

The Mermaid Girl - Shiloh Pepin

Posted on December 14, 2009:

When I think of my own trials and tribulations they pale in comparison to Shiloh Pepin and what she had to endure.  It astounds me how she always had a smile and a sunny bright disposition throughout it all.  Some of the things she said could make a persons heart melt; I know it did mine.  This little girl really holds a special place in my heart.  She passed away on October 23, 2009 at the age of 10.  Rest in peace lovely child.

Willy, Midgets and Mom

Posted on Dec 27, 2009:

In 1972 I was 6 years old.  A genius of a movie was created in that year called Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.  When I think about my obsession with freaky stuff I think it may have began when I first saw this movie and with that my fascination with midgets (little people? ha) with the introduction of the evil creepy Oompa Loompas.  This movie terrified me but I couldn’t get enough of it.  Any time I had the opportunity, or it was on TV, I would always watch it (and I still do).  The part when they go into the tunnel on the boat and all of these scary images are seen, I remember I always strained to see all that was happening, and back then you couldn’t rewind so it left me with a sense of disappointment because it moved so fast so it was hard to see all of the mayhem.  More importantly, the Oompa Loompa’s really freaked me out big time.  They actually still do a little.  My mom claimed that she had their phone number and would pick up the phone and threatened to call them to come and take me away just like the other bad little children if I didn’t stop misbehaving; this worked like a charm and I would become a perfect angel instantly.  She would use this threat all of the time to get me on the day camp bus when it came to pick me up.  Now I was terrified to go to camp because I almost drowned there so prior to the creation of the Oompa Loompa’s my mom would have to drag me to the bus, kicking and screaming.  But once she was able to threaten me with those freaky creatures, I would saunter right to the bus with no problem.  All of my life I had a fascination with midgets…(yeah I know they don’t like to be called that but oh well).  You know I always saw the difference between a person who was a dwarf and ones who are midgets.  Of course I really don’t know what I am talking about medically but the midgets always had a certain look that scared me…most of the Oompa Loompa’s we genuine midgets.  If you look close just a few were dwarfs (I think dwarf people are kinda cute BUT not midgets).  I’m sure most of you who read this won’t know what the heck I am talking about.  I remember when I was a child and I was in line to go in to church and I was holding my dad’s hand.  I turned my head and right next to me was a real life midget lady.  She looked right at me with the meanest look on her face; I will never forget it I swear it was so freakin’ creepy.  I couldn’t sleep for a few days because I kept thinking of her coming after me and hopping into my bedroom window with those stumpy little bowed legs and chubby ankles wearing her little floral dress and climbing on top of me and stabbing me to death!  Since then I have softened up to the little things and I have accepted them as people too (haha).  There are a few reality shows on that feature little people which does help with my perception.  BUT as of yet I have not had the stomach to watch midget porn.  Some friends have suggested that I should partake in this, as it’s really probably the sickest thing I’ll ever see.  It just goes against my morals to view such atrocities, REAL atrocities.  Here’s a video of the infamous Oompa Loompa’s.  If you’re a midget and you’ve read this I am truly sorry if I’ve offended you but I am just speaking from the heart.  You can blame it on my mom who has passed on to another world.

Stumps in the Sand

Posted on Aug 30, 2012:

There went the serpent - slithering with movement, and shiny in the beach sunlight.  It looked daunting as I turned my head to watch it go by.  It was slick with sweat and slime.  Do serpents sweat?  This one did, because it was tattooed on the dainty back of that wicked girl.  That one that always brought the same flourishing animosity that I could feel through every ounce of my being.  I sat and watched her go by in that same red bikini she always wore with the serpent’s tip hidden by the back of her bottoms.  I always wondered how far that reptile went, or where...damn, I wanted that serpent.

People are strange, and there are always plenty to observe on the beach.  But whenever she showed up my skull started to burn and tingle, and inside of my head took place a forum of her and I and spectators surrounding us in a circle with looks of lust on their faces.  Ordinary people like from the olden days, only their eyes were defective.   

Like a revenge flick that I created and mastered with precise skill; I played out the details in my head.

As she lie face down upon the table, I held the scalpel with exactness as I brought it to the tip of the serpent’s tongue at the base of her neck and pressed into the flesh; following the curve of her neck as the thick blood started to flow.  There was a stifled scream, which sounded like a beautiful melody against the drumming of the midnight rain. THAT SERPENT WILL BE MINE.

“Snap out of it Lucy!!  Why are you always daydreaming?”  I shook my head and looked up as the ugly bitch spoke again.  “It’s almost time for your dinner, and I’ve got to take you back or they won’t let you out on the beach next weekend.”  I felt her arms wrap around me under my arms and lifted slightly as I rolled my eyes in disgust and then looked down at my hideous leg stumps being dragged, leaving behind wide tracks in the sand.  Oh well, there’s always tomorrow, I thought.  A new day and a new dream...