The Enchanted Forest

Provincetown Carnival 2019

                                                                    Photo by Iory Allison  

Ptown Carnival is an annual  summer afair  that may be shortened to a one night stand if you are chased by the loves into the enchanted forest where gender fluidity is only the beginning of metamorphosis. At any particular stage of larvic undulation one might exclaim, “Yikes! I’m growing humungus  butterfly wings outta my back!”  But hark, don’t dispair those are actually fairy wings and they sparkle with glitter. How bad could that be?  

Alarming as metamorphosis might be, whatta’bout the schlub who sloshed cocktails all up and down Comercial Street until he reached The Monkey Bar where-upon, downing a double whammy “Monkey Piss” concocktion,  he desolved right there and then onto the floor where no amount of sawdust could sop up his essence and as a result he leaked between the cracks. Now that’s a way-big transformation and a hell of a way to stiff the bartender. But come to think of it I rather like my bartenders stiff.   

 Yes Muchachos, Magic is afoot so watch out! As you may have guessed from the above bolderdash Mr. Iory high-tailed it out to the crowing glory of old Cap Cod, Provincetown,  that infamous pirate hang-out dangling on the tip of the biggest sand bar in the Atlantic. There he tickled his fancy and snapped shots of one and all reveling madly in the streets and by-ways. 

 Enchanted Forest was the 2019 theme of carnival and although sorta similar to 2017’s Gods and Goddesses it had a distinctly sylvan aspect of junior Ents all loaming about midsummer’s dream trying to get a piece of the action or at least a scintillating selfie outta the deal.    

What more can I say except don’t miss, “The Three Flower  Fairies Get Dressed and Waltz down the Street” the following blog post that recounts the exploits of the lovely trio as they wriggle into their form-fitting flower fantasies. 

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Gold Finger body shop, alley beside West End Salon & Spa where full body transplants are provided at reasonable prices. Who knew “six pack abs” were not the exclusive product of Muscle Beach? 

 

 

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The entrance to the epicenter of enchantment. At the big old tree stump, take a right and dive into the relentless flood of lust and desire   

 

 

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Do you suppose Oberon was as alluring?  I’ll bet this fetching fellow knows, “… a bank where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,” and I for one would like to join him there. 

 

 

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Yes, the fairy boy on the left is actually of Elfin stock and the buzzing beauty beside him is a flurry of phantasmagorical charm   

 

 

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As you can see from the glint in her eye, this Wicken Priestess proffers an irresistible invitation to join her dancing circle. But watch out for the apple, it has already been munched by a bunch a’ folks who grew horns and tails which, come to think of it, may be rather festive.  

 

 

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Ranger Robbie takes the measure of two hunky unicorns who take it all in stride knowing they can only be mounted by a pure virgin. One look at R R tells them he ain’t pure of heart so forget the Smoky the Bear hat, the Uni’s have your number, Bub! 

The only problem is I don’t have the Ranger’s number; ground, mobile, Twitter, Mitter or otherwise… Ok, Ok, Iory – Ranger Robbie ain’t grabbin’ your package so let’s get on with show!   

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

Here they are (L to R), Frankie the Fighting Iris Fairy, Taffy The Lustful Lilly Fairy and Toddie The Naughty Nasturtium Fairy  performing the Pas de Trois from “Three Flew Over Coco’s Nest” This impromptu performance in the alley behind Napi’s, landed them in the Ptown slammer after the house of Chanel brought suit for purloining “their” Haute Couture. However, this heinous slander was disproved by none other than Misia Sert  (Google her if you doubt Misia’s authority) who declared -in a thick French accent – “Hooey! Those gowns are the supreme creations of Rodney Vanderwarker!”   

P.S. for the full picture see, “Three Flower Fairies Get Dressed and Waltz Down the Street” the following Glamour Galore Blog post 

 

 

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A sly smile puts wind in the sails of captain Cutie   

 

 

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Three six packs to go please, don’t bag’em I’ll tak’em as they are!  

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

Now what lies has this forest gnome been telling? “Dick-Dock?” “Never heard of it.” – I’ll bet. 

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

I like the quiet dignity of these two friends 

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

These boys put new meaning to the term “nearly naked.”

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

I know just what she means – “This is Art! Pay attention!!”  

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

A red tie affair with The Lion King and companion mopping up the sauce beside them

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison

What did you say your name is? Sheer Delight? Why am I not surprised?

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

“Mother-F…ing gym bunnies follow me all around town. How ‘bout stepping out of the spot- light for half a minute and give a girl a chance!”  

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison  

Pure and simple, simple purity and cute as a button, the rainbow unicorn sweet-heart. Love the blouse, looks like a Ptown painting.

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

Topiary goes tropical and don’tcha just luv the guy with the way-big mushroom head? Is he the promise of things to come?   

 

 

Photo by Iory Allison 

And do you suppose the Lion King will get what he’s after? Apparently, the Queen of the Forest has cast her roving eye on another scrumptious morsel – for her eyes only.  

 

Photo by Iory Allison

OMG! It’s Sammy Davis, packing Jr.

 

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