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Twisty the Clown on American Horror Story; A Mom’s Letter of Gay Remorse; Neil Patrick Harris on Being Gay

Twisty the Clown on American Horror Story

Even I have to admit that Ryan Murphy outdid himself this year with the theme of American Horror Story: Freak Show. The freak show appeal not only captures the end of an era in the US, but also proves the subject still has the ability to capture the overactive imaginations of people today. And one of the most interesting characters is the clown, and that’s hard to top because all of the characters lend something fascinating to the show whether it comes in the form of high camp or it’s deeply emotional.

In any event, John Carroll Lynch plays Twisty the Clown on AHSFS and he gave an interview recently to help explain what’s happening.

Ryan Murphy had said that some of the crew had to leave the set at times because you were so scary.
There were many evenings where I was standing kind of apart from them — as you see in the first two episodes; Twisty lives a solitary life. There were times I’d be sitting on the set and I would creep people out. In the first episode, where all of the people in the Freak Show are dismantling the body of the detective, I was standing apart as I was in the shot. Afterward I walked by and everyone was like, “Man, you’re really freaky over there.” I love that fact that people are dismantling a body on one side of the screen and then [people tell me] “I’m scared of you.” [Laughs.]

Do you think it’s mostly your costume that’s so freaky, or are you in full character the whole time on set?
I think a lot of it has to do with people’s general fear of clowns and fear of people in masks. But I also think it’s this kind of kooky discomfort around this person where you don’t know what his agenda is.

You can check out the rest of the interview here. Frankly, and this is no reflection on the show because I’m loving it, I don’t get the fear of clown thing. Clowns never bothered me, not Twisty or any other clown. I love them. I’d be more frightened of a fictional character named Twisty the Vagina. But this clown is scaring the hell out of everyone else.

A Gay Mom’s Letter of Remorse

There was an article recently about a mom’s experience when she learned her son was gay. In short, the family of the gay son decided to make him choose between Jesus and being gay. It’s a very hard story to read, because the more the gay son tried to change the worse his life became and he ultimately died. After the story was published the mom received tons of letters slamming her and criticizing what she did, and with good reason. Now the mom has published an open letter to the people who’ve been criticizing her.

From the original article that sparked all the negative reactions:

Now, when I think back on the fear that governed all my reactions during those first six years after Ryan told us he was gay, I cringe as I realize how foolish I was. I was afraid of all the wrong things. And I grieve, not only for my oldest son, whom I will miss every day for the rest of my life, but for the mistakes I made. I grieve for what could have been, had we been walking by faith instead of by fear. Now, whenever Rob and I join our gay friends for an evening, I think about how much I would love to be visiting with Ryan and his partner over dinner. But instead, we visit Ryan’s gravestone.

This is from the latest open letter she wrote to explain how she really feels:

Our much-loved eldest son and dear friend Ryan is dead — a fact that I daily try to get my brain wrapped around — and if you have ever had a child and lost them, you know that the pain of losing a child never leaves you. Never. We will live with intense sorrow over his death until our own deaths, and right now that sounds like a very, very long time. 

When we weep and mourn, we don’t question God or wonder why He allowed our son to die. We don’t have questions for God that complicate our grief; we only have questions and accusations of ourselves. The tapestry of our grief is woven through with threads of remorse, regret and self-reproach.

It’s a sad story that’s repeated all the time…even to a certain extent in my own life. I never met Tony’s mom. She passed in 2002 before I had the chance and we were already together for ten years. At the time, my family didn’t know Tony either. In my case it was kind of a don’t as don’t tell thing. However, I made a point to change that the same year Tony’s mom passed. And we got together with my mom and dad for dinner about a month later. This past summer, twelve years later, my mom spent six weeks with us recuperating from cancer surgery and Tony helped take care of her as if she as his own mother. It was six wonderful weeks of quality time I wouldn’t exchange for anything in the world. We’ve had many dinners together.

Neil Patrick Harris on Being Gay

Neil Patrick Harris has a new autobiography out and there have been a few things mentioned in the press about the content. For one thing, he first knew he was gay when he developed a crush on a trumpet player in middle school in l986. For another, he mentions a kissing incident with Burt Reynolds.

‘As a joke at the end of one take, Burt leans over and kisses you square on the mouth,’ he writes.
‘The crew thinks this is very funny, but it makes you uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and, it will ultimately turn out, gay. Burt Reynolds’ kiss makes you gay.’
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But while appearing on BL Stryker did something happen that changed everything. 

‘As a joke at the end of one take, Burt leans over and kisses you square on the mouth,’ he writes. 

‘The crew thinks this is very funny, but it makes you uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and, it will ultimately turn out, gay. Burt Reynolds’ kiss makes you gay.’ 

For those who have never seen this, here’s a photo of Burt Reynolds, nude.

Now, if that sexy, fuzzy image of Burt Reynolds is not every little gay boy’s dream come true I don’t know what else is.

You can read more about Harris here, and I’m starting to think the book looks interesting. The problem these days is that it’s a book I would have lunged at five or ten years ago just out of pop culture curiosity, but I have so much reading right now and so many other choices I’m not even sure I have time. Plus, the kindle version is 10.99, which means sorry Randon House but not until you drop that price a little.

But if you are curious about coming out, and you don’t have anyone to talk to, I think this would be a great book to read in digital form on your phone, in private. Even if they are raking you over the proverbial coals a little with the ridiculous price of the e-book. Books like this usually help make the coming out experience easier when you see that you’re not the only one.

Too Hard to Handle

by Ryan Field