= Velveteen Andrews
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Christian Velveteen: The Real Short Fiction Collection
"Chapter Five: Subtext -- Of Horror!"
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SOURCE: Velveteen is the story of a young woman who travels back in time to 1982 San Francisco, where she immediately descends into the seedy underground circuit. She subsequently murders the symbolic representation of Pure Evil embodied in the character Jackie_drew and finds Love and redemption at the eponymously-named Chicken Sandwich Restaurant.
TITLE: Velveteen Dissociated I: Velveteen In The Booth
SPASM: In that instant, that is to say, in a time and space simultaneously beyond, within and yet containing that which our embryonic huMan consciousness only dimly thinks it perceives as “time” and “space,” in short, in her soul, Velveteen (the real Velveteen, her spirit, not the decrepit corruption in which she was trapped) was propelled into The Dream World.
DREAM: In this particular dream, she was in a booth.
The air was thick and intoxicating.
The floor was slippery beneath her size 7 candy apple red Brian Atwood Merritta Zip-Front Sandals. Her skin was slick beneath her luxurious Tatiana Pearl Lace Bra Set from Frederick's of Hollywood, “perfect for nights of decadence and naughtiness.” She stood facing a smeared, foggy Plexiglass window.
SOURCE: The Booch Group (Run by Lil Boochie, assisted by sidekick Jackie_drew, “associate” Angel Hair Bernardi, who is a horse, and nephew Boochie Mane, also a horse).
TITLE: Velveteen Dissociated II: Velveteen Helps Her Mother Die
SPASM: in a spasm, Velveteen experiences a flashback related to her mother’s death. When her mind wanders, a intrusive thought or memory or a voice seems to trigger a spasm.
DREAM: In this particular dream, her mother was back: and it was a known fact between the two of them that she had died of cancer and that she was back.
SOURCE: The Booch Group controls trafficking throughout Boochopolis from their headquarters located inside Lil Boochie World, modeled after the hideous “entertainment establishments” of the 1970’s and 1980’s. Later, Velveteen herself is transformed into Robot Velveteen and trafficked to Jackie_drew.
TITLE: Velveteen Dissociated III: Velveteen Cowering in Sickness and Terror
SPASM: In a flash, her guts were liquid. Her father loomed over her in the dark.
DREAM: In this particular dream which was a memory which was a dream, she was fourteen as she had always been and would forever be, dressed conservatively in her Blue Venus Women's Pleated Fit Flare Dress and matching Blue Size 9 2E Multi Leather Women's Aravon Kitt Cross Strap Mary Janes, a simple silver tone Anchor's Away Nautical necklace set with a short chain (sailboats, fish and sea creatures were also available), Vintage Ralph Lauren Silver-Plated Demi-Hoop Earrings, a Thick Genuine Leather Cuff Bracelet, and her amazing adjustable Mood Ring, which changed color based on her emotional state, revealing whether was happy, sad, cool, nervous, roMantic, remorseful, troubled, or calm. (Guess which one she was now? You get three guesses, the first two don't count!) Please record your guesses below:
Guess Number One:
Guess Number Two:
Guess Number Three:
Velveteen. The correct answer is:
SFX: Cue drum roll.
Velveteen: Nervous!
SFX: Cue applause.
Velveteen. The name of my report is: Velveteen's “Traumatic Experiences I Have Known, By: Velveteen.”
(Opens her blue bedazzled Glitter Folder, pushes her trademark pearlescent bright red oversize smart Girl glasses up onto the bridge of her nose with her right index finger and begins to read:)
Velveteen's “Traumatic Experiences I Have Known, By: Velveteen.”
First of all, I'm not admitting to anything, OK?
Not trying to be a ***, OK?
But let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that there actually was an actual boy, OK? Like, an actual "male human child."
OK?
And let's just say, "That person wasn't even doing anything."
Lets just say, "Oh, they just happened to be there."
"It wasn't even that person's fault."
"Like maybe . . . "
"They weren't . . . "
"And that the little boy’s name was Jack, OK? And let’s just say that the little boy couldn't really remember what happened first, OK? But that when you say, “First traumatic experience,” what he immediately thinks is,
“As a child I knew my Suality, my gender and even my very existence were wrong. I knew they knew that too. As a child, I knew that my family knew what I was doing, when I first developed Sually as children do, and that it was wrong. My father thought he “caught” me doing something about which
Nobody had ever told me
I discovered on my own
Frightened me
I didn't understand
Had decided to stop doing
I believe this incident was particularly terrifying. I'm pretty sure lots of other super weird S stuff went on in that house.”
So inevitably an actual boy inevitably discovered it had a body, and it was only decades later that the real Girl felt safe and healthy enough to do the same. And how were these poor babies to know that it was ok, really, perfectly natural, even healthy, to be desired and desire, when their souls were steeped in corruption? And if some completely random person, not their probation officer at all (Please see “Meet Elite Black Tiger Super Prawn Faery (Prawn Faery for Short)”), were to observe during, oh, I don't know, a home visit(?) that their not-filthy-at-all luxury apartment on the 19th floor of the prestigious Boochmark Tower, which they had assiduously transformed into (essentially) a multimedia studio, didn't seem very “homey,” how were they to say, “Well, if one's definition of ‘homey' is ‘super weird and rapey,’ then no, it is definitely not ‘homey.’”
Because that would be rude.
And just because we know about each other doesn't mean we're not real, “Doctor.”
That is end of my report, Velveteen's “Traumatic Experiences I Have Known, By: Velveteen.”
And before it had even begun, the spasm was over and she was back with Saran in their favorite booth, Booth 36, at their favorite restaurant, Fine Dining Establishment, and she had no memory at all of her journey beyond the moon. All she knew was that she just had one of her “twitchy things.”
NEXT - Velveteen's Return!
Amalia's Story, Chapter Sixty-Two
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
1000 Characters About My Mother #15:
"What happened after the Cub Scout Banquet?"
"That would have been in March of 1965 . . . "
"Here's something! First published April 1965 -- "
"Louis Jacobucci, Casework Treatment of the Neglectful Mother."
"Families in Society: The Journal of Contemporary Social Services, Volume 46, Issue 4."
"Oh, look! They had references!"
“The Protective Service Caseworker: How Does He Survive Job Pressures?”
“Use of Homemaker Service in Families That Neglect Their Children."
“The Team Approach in Protective Service.”
"Character Disorders in Parents of Delinquents."
"There's more."
"That's OK."
Presently . . .
"Loneliness and Isolation in Child Neglect."
"Dispositional Empathy in Neglectful Mothers and Mothers at High Risk for Child Physical Abuse."
"The Training of Neglectful and Unsatisfactory Mothers."
"The Socialization of Emotional Understanding: A Comparison of Neglectful and Nonneglectful Mothers and Their Children."
"In ...
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community activities."
"You are delusional."
"Then, I found this article, and it all ...
"I have a thesis. My thesis is: In any woman's life, having children would have to be the most significant event. So, in my mother's story -- "
"Her family wasn't really any different from any of the other families."
"Yes."
"In what way?"
"She and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Both her children went to school."
"What else?"
"They were both boys?"
"Anything else?"
"No. That's it."
"So you said, that one way in which your mother's family wasn't really any different from any of the other families, was that she and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Can you tell me a little more about that?"
"Oh, sure. There was always something going on. Cub Scouts, she was like Den Mother of her older son's Cub Scout Pack. Pack 54. Plus the Comedy Club. Plus I'm pretty sure, she was involved in the kindergarten. She and her husband both. And politics. It was the Sixties."
"Just normal 60's Mom stuff."
"In any case, it's time to forget the past."