Heather~

It's Party Time!
March 22nd, 09'

 I usually do a whole big ole spread of my jaunts here, there and everywhere. This time Im gonna give it to ya straight. I’ve been swamped playing catch up with the website, everyday life and work. So if it’s a lil’ rough around the edges, too bad, so am I.

  Thursday night found me at the historic Four Seasons Hotel having a cup of hot tea. Oh damn that mint tea is delicious! But at almost 10 bucks a cup, ya know my ass only had 1. When I walked into the hotel, I had no idea what to expect. My jaw about dropped, it is so beautiful. The architecture is flamboyant yet classy with a European flair. Shiny floors echoing of the tap, tap of expensive shoes, massive fresh flower displays, towering gilded mirrors, patrons and staff alike with teeth so white they nearly blind ya every time you turn your head. The only other hotel I’ve been in that compares is
The Pfister in Milwaukee. I kept thinking about everyone else that had walked in my exact footsteps, what a rush! The history of the Four Seasons is a good read, with the 1^st Four Seasons Hotel dating back to the 1960’s, which, for it’s time, gave a whole different dimension to the word hospitality. Did I feel out of place there? You bet your ass I did, I was waiting for someone to pop out of the bushes and say Excuse me Miss, you are obviously confusing this with the Holiday Inn which is about 20 minutes away, please take your ghetto ass out of here. Of course nobody said that, but that’s what I felt like. What was a reformed hood rat like me to do? Hold my chin high, square my shoulders raise my nose a few inches to match most everyone else’s there and pretend I wasn’t bowled over by the intensity of the place. While I sat in the bar drinking my tea, taking in everything and everyone, I felt odd. The energy there is weird! Not weird in a bad way, but more like I was stuck in some surreal flash back to high school, rather tornadic.

   I got more than a few snake eyed glances and stare downs from some snooty bitches in the bar. Judging by their behavior it was nothing short of a miracle that they could see straight after imbibing so much alcohol while trying to re-create scenes from Dirty Dancing for some fellas they were mackin’ on. It was funny, hey it made me laugh, and I’m pretty unshakable that way. Yuh people see me and think I must be like them coz I appear like them, but shit I don’t take myself too seriously. There’s nothing worse than an I’m so self important or an I’m all that attitude. Fuck that.
   When the tea was runnin’ thru me I ducked into the bathroom and wouldn’t ya know, there were a whole herd of the snake eyed glance throwers crowded in the pisser re-applying make-up, spraying their hoe-down man grabber perfume and all talkin’ shit about gettin’ some action with the randoms. Gawd! I was just myself, I can’t be anybody else but myself, if I wasn’t then I would be just like them. I complimented them on their beautiful dresses (and they genuinely were knock your socks off dresses.) That seemed to put em’ at ease and they didn’t see me as a threat or whatever they were thinking I was. I fo’ sho’ wasn’t after their man randoms, coz damn those guys had the depth & mannerisms of a billy goat in full fledged heat. Is the competition that fierce for guys in L.A.? Shit, I’d wander down to the Hustler store and buy me a battery operated b/f, least that kinda one wouldn’t talk shit about ya, cheat, lie and have wandering dickitis syndrome. Who knows, who cares, on with the story…

 It seems to me a lot of patrons there that night took the Hotels beauty for granted. There were some characters in the bar, that’s for sure! But maybe everyone that was there is used to places like that and me seeing it for the 1^st time really just made me want to look everywhere at once to take it all in, like an eyegasm.

  After some time passed and I got eyeful after eyeful of the silicone valley(s) bobbing around the bar, in walks Mickey and a few other fellas I didn’t recognize right off the bat. Mickey was lookin’ hot and handsome as usual. He was way cool, gave me a big huge hug, a smootch and we chatted for a little while. I complimented him on his smokin’ choice of threads, told him he was lookin’ real good and we spoke for a bit about this and that, then he invited me out to join him and the other fellas out on the patio. Before he sauntered off, he let me know J.P would be down in a few minutes. I was like cool, I’ll wait for him. Mickey then proceeded out to the patio with the rest of his party. True to his word, JP walked by a short time later. He’s a way cool fella, super nice and smart to boot. I can see why he and Mickey have been friends for so long! After jawin’ for a few minutes, I followed him out to the patio where Mickey was.

  Mickey was knee deep in people; it kinda looked like a business meeting with all the suits there, so I hung out for a few minutes, then said my goodbyes. I didn’t want to intrude on a pow-wow of the minds, plus I was exhausted after my long, early morning flight.

   What does a girl do while in LA? Shop, eat out, and enjoy the sunshine of course! I went to visit Giuseppe Franco, but they were doing a high brow photo shoot at his salon. It looked really busy & I didn’t want to bother him, so I went across the street to my favorite pizza place of all time, Mulberry Street Pizza! One word, mouthgasm! I avoided the In N Out Burger this time, cuz last time I over-indulged at the In N Out..LOL! Mulberry was packed as usual; I ordered up a crisp Cesar salad and a big ole slice of pepperoni while listening to the hum of the city and watched everyone rush by. After that I kicked around Beverly Hills, window shopped, and laughed at all the fucking ridiculous price tags. Don’t get me wrong, there are some good deals to be found but ya gotta really look hard. That’s cool with me coz I love flea markets and the search is half the fun. For all of you shopoholics out there, my big find was a soft as a baby’s ass cashmere sweater for 50 bucks. Hell yeah! 

   Before I knew it Sunday night was upon me. Parties galore, cameras everywhere, it was mayhem barely controlled. It’s wild on Oscar night in L.A., streets are closed off, barriers are put up to keep the paparazzi out, limos galore, flashbulbs are poppin’ off all over the place, and it’s crazy. I walked the red carpet at the Fox Searchlight party which was a total riot to me. I’m nobody and people are takin’ my picture, maybe they got me mixed up with someone else. HaHaHa! Whatever they thought, they were wrong. The whole walk up that damn red carpet I was petrified. Not because I was nervous, but because I was afraid I’d trip and fall, I’m a huge klutz when it comes to wearing high heels. Besides, I hate wearing them coz I loom over most everyone else and end up feeling like Lurch from The Adams family. (you should see the sky high heels most chicks wear out there. I don’t know how the hell they manage it, but more power to them!) I’m what you’d call a more jeans, t-shirt and converse kinda chick. Point is, I never dress up, rare is the time you’ll find me in a dress, I really don’t have any reason to dress to the 9’s in my life. But I had a smokin’ black dress and down the red carpet I sashayed without falling on my face or being blinded by flashbulbs thank God!

  Once inside the party I had one of their specialty drinks…The Wrestler, in honor of the movie of course! It was pretty damn good if I do say so myself. I walked around, saw the Slumdog Millionaire cast all over the place; I got to chat briefly with Danny Glover too! Now there is a real respectable guy yet chill enough to chat with lil miss nobody…lol! Super sweet fella! After chatting with him and Bill Duke (oops did I forget to mention he was there too?) I had to take a bathroom break. Yep, as usual there was a line. Who do I see in the ladies bathroom? None other than Serena Williams! She stood out coz she was the only other chick there taller than me. Lemme tell ya, she is gorgeous! I commented on how lovely her dress and shoes were, she was a class act, thanked me but then proceeded to tell me that her shoes were killin’ her and she wanted to get out of them, I could so relate. I think she and I would’ve both been more comfy kickin’ around there in some casual clothes and sneakers.

  After taking that well needed break, I hit the party again. I went to the bar and got another cocktail and there is Danny Boyle (Director of Slumdog Millionaire). I shook his hand, congratulated him (see I can be a good sport..lol). After we were done talkin’ he set his Oscar on the bar and turned to chat with some peeps. His Oscar was right there on the bar next to me! Me being me, I laughed naughtily to myself and ran my finger down the crack of his Oscars ass really quickly…HaHaHaHa!!!! He turned around and I acted like I didn’t do anything, took my cocktail and headed off to a different part of the room. After eyeballing the swag for a while, I circulated around and saw Tyrese Gibson, Eve, and a bunch of other celebs. Sure it was cool, but ya know they sit down to shit just like the rest of us, so I wasn’t all starry eyed.

   It was getting late so I headed out to the Four Seasons where Mickey’s private party was being held. That party had more velvet ropes than I’ve ever seen! A rope complete with a big fella that you’d be crazy to try and sneak by at the entrance to the bar. Luckily JP saved my bacon and confirmed I was cool to come in. (Thanks JP!) He told me Mickey was out back and to head that way. So off I go weaving thru the maze of dresses, drinks and suits to the far back patio. There was another damn rope and another burly guy wielding the yes or no. Thank my lucky stars John Enos was strollin’ by! Of course I hadn’t met big John Enos in person before, so I grabbed him and was like John! It’s Heather from uniquely! He was on his way out of the party, to make another appearance later (don’t ask me where he went, I don’t know, afford John some privacy peeps!)  He was way cool as always, confirmed I was not some party crasher to the rope police and pointed me in the direction of Mickey, telling me to go back there and let him know I was finally there.

  That part of the bar was even more crowded than the previous maze, wall to wall bodies is more like it! People were sippin’ cocktails, chattin’, ya know, havin’ a good time, so my “excuse me” was hard to hear over all the chatter. It seems to me that the more people drink, the louder they talk, so as you can imagine it was pretty damn loud out there! I finally made my way back near Mickey’s area and was just about to his table when some stiff suit stopped me and said “this is a private party for
Mickey Rourke”. At this point I was kinda pissed off coz some drunk had spilled something down the front side of my dress while I was on my way back there. If I was on my turf and that happened I would’ve let my filthy foul mouth roar and told em’ what an fuckin’ douche bag they were and tossed a drink back at em’. But I was on my best behavior coz I was in a 5 star place and couldn’t very well throw down at the Four Seasons. Anyway, the suit saying that just about made me snap, but I knew it wasn’t his fault; he didn’t spill the drink on me so I said “I know, I run Mickeys Official Website”. Then he shouted over to Mickey “Hey Mickey, the lady that runs your website is here” and jerked his thumb in my direction.

   Mickey stood up with a tremendous smile, gave me a big ole’ hug and we talked for a few minutes. No I’m not going to divulge every word we spoke or anything coz I wasn’t there on website business. I didn’t run up on his ear about the movies he’s going to film this year, whether I’d be invited to any of his upcoming movie sets (though that would be sooo fuckin’ cool for the website & fans alike!), nor did I bombard him with questions about anything, I was there to show support and as a friend. Mickey was his typical self; extremely gracious, way chill, and looked so fly & shexy it about hurt my eyes! That cowboy hat, vest and beat up jeans… whoa! Shit, I was wishin’ I could’ve gotten away with jeans too, but I aint Mickey Rourke obviously, they’d have chucked me out for sure if I showed up in em’. I did comment that I liked his shoes, hey I’m a chick and love shoes, we’ll purses too, but Mickey’s kicks were way dope. He had faultless manners and introduced me to David Unger, his lawyer and a few other friends that were hangin’ out in the vicinity. Bottom line, everyone was the shit. Course they all had their groove on already, but that’s cool with me. I had my 2 drinks for the night a few hours earlier, but I was dyin’ for a glass of water. Only problem was, I didn’t know where to get one. I didn’t want to go and ask for one, coz fuck knows who’d I’d have to ask, I didn’t see any waiters millin’ around. I don’t like to impose on people if you haven’t guessed that by now.

Meeting David Unger was way cool too. That man is extremely polite but very personable; his momma sure raised him right! I chatted with him for a while, relayed how sorry Steph was that she couldn’t be there, coz she would have enjoyed meeting him seeing how they talk frequently. He did thank Steph and I for the website and told me that everyone appreciates it so much and all the hard work we do. I said Thanks, coz that’s all I could say really. It’s not like I could’ve said..ooh some swag would be a nice perk…pahahaha!

   Next up it was picture time! I got into my I’m gonna smootch ya on the cheek position, said as much to Mickey and next thing I know…lets just say that Mickey has poofy lips too. Lots of ya have commented on my mouth, lips and skin since my Dover pictures, yes I was born with these lips, hated em’ when I was a kid, till I grew into them….lol! Before I know it I’m back in the kiss ya on the cheek position and I don’t even know how I got there. Hey, I’m a go with the flow kinda girl so I wasn’t complaining! I was shocked, stunned, pleasantly surprised …hmm, those would be a few words for it, but they seem like weak words to me. Let me tell ya, Mickey Rourke has an energy about him that is indescribable. His aura and ju-ju are magnetic. There’s tenderness about him, yet an undoubted toughness. It’s like he’s surrounded by people, always with someone, yet there’s a feeling of loneliness about him, like being alone in a crowd. The best way I can describe him is that there is an old, wise soul behind those eyes. I don’t know if he realizes this or not, whatever the case may be, he’s a cool cat in my book and a fine lookin’ 1 at that.

  I started admiring Mickey’s necklace with Loki’s picture on it. Yes I touched it for those of you who will undoubtedly ask. LOL! I thought it was cute, a real heart felt piece of jewelry. I like unique, more bohemian jewelry myself, plus I’m a fur baby lover, of course I was gonna dig his Loki pendant! I asked who made it for him and he said “some chick gave it to me in New York”. I commented on how nice it was and all of a sudden out of nowhere he said “take a close up of it, put it on the website”. I was gonna try and take a faceshot of him with the necklace, but he wanted a close up of the pendant, so there ya go. He was pretty adamant when he was saying that, so that’s why ya all got a sneak peek of the pendant close up. Mickey wanted it on the website to show his love of Loki is my guess, to share with all of you so you could see it too. Maybe it was Mickeys small way of saying thanks to his fans for the huge outpouring of support when his furbaby passed over The Rainbow Bridge. I can only speculate, but I do know for a fact, it came straight from the heart & was real, just the way I like it.

 When Mickey and I were blabbin’ I mentioned that I was afraid he wouldn’t recognize me since I look so different. I cut my hair even shorter than the last time he had seen me, and every time he’s seen me I’ve been in casual clothes, bummin’ around. He laughed and told me I looked nice, he liked my hair, ruffled it playfully and said “Oh course I recognize you”. That made me laugh too coz everyone plays with my hair.

   This was his party after all so I didn’t want to keep him from his other friends who wanted to congratulate him on his Oscar nod and shit. We shot the breeze (my lips are sealed) however, the 1 thing that Mickey did say, that I feel comfortable sharing with you all is this…I said something about being real sorry he didn’t win the Oscar (and yes I would have touched his Oscar statue’s ass crack if he had won too...I’m equal opportunity like that) he said with a rakish grin “Ya know, everyone else is pissed off I didn’t win, but I’m not”. I didn’t ask why not or anything stupid like that. I figured he had his own reasons and if he wanted to tell me, he would’ve told me. I believe Mickey will again be an Oscar contender, if he gets the right vehicle. You can have the best actor in the universe in a movie, but if the script and director are shitty…. we’ll ya can’t chrome a turd as they say.

   Come to think about it, JP was the only 1 I really talked shop with. We sat down and he was askin’ me all these in depth questions about the website like, how Steph and I know peeps are real and not just trying to get close to Mickey when they ask us for stuff, how we got started doing the website, why we do it, how do we know certain peeps, how Steph and I work, who does what etc etc. Shit, I was even asked who does the graphics! If that isn’t covering the finer points of things, I don’t know what is. It was pretty intense; I jokingly told him he should think about becoming a shrink…lmfao! He was a good sport and listened while I explained it. I mean duh, it makes perfect sense that JP was askin’ me all the questions because he’s Mickey’s manager and friend. He has Mickey’s best interest at heart, as any good friend does. It’s not like Mickey was gonna ask me those questions; can ya imagine what a fuckin’ weird conversation that would have been with Mickey having to talk about himself in 3^rd person? JP was genuinely curious about how Steph and I run things around here and I was more than happy to answer all his questions. He’s a cool fella, I enjoyed chattin’ with him. It was nice to hear that they all were taking more interest in how the website operates and all the hard work that Steph & I do.

   Around this time John Enos came back to around where I was and I talked to him for a while too. I was so excited to finally meet him and his stunning wife Jennie! Pictures don’t do John justice, he is a handsome fella’! He and Jennie should be in some kinda print ads or somethin’ coz they just look so right together, like puzzle pieces that fit together. It’s kinda funny, I speak with John and Jennie a lot, and they always keep it real. Sometimes when you meet peeps that you email with, or even talk on the phone with, meeting them in person is a whole different ball game. It’s easy for peeps to have personality and say all the right things in email, but sometimes ya meet em’ in person and they are kinda flat in the pan. Definitely not the case with John and Jennie! They both have personality plus, true heart and are as real and grounded as ya can get. It was very thoughtful of John to talk with me about the things we did talk about, and Jennie too. They are on my very, very short list of what I consider good, honest people in this world. I will forever be grateful to them for the kindness and understanding that they’ve shown me in the past, that night and continue to do so. When ya got heart with no ulterior motives, it shows.

   John did ask me if I had gotten a picture with Mickey yet. I said I got 1, but I wished I could get more. In the blink of an eye John is hollerin’ at peeps to make room for me to get on the couch with Mickey. I gave him or Jennie (I can’t remember which one) my camera and let the photos begin! It was a fucking riot!! John was laughin’ & yellin’ for Mickey to put me in a choke hold, I was bustin’ a gut laffin’ so much and spouted off “Ram Jam me Mickey, Ram Jam me” muwahahaha! I should have used my scarf as a prop like the wrasslers do, put my own choke hold on him but I was laughing so hard I didn’t. Mickey and John have the type of sense of humor that I can totally relate to! I haven’t laughed that hard in a loooong time, it felt freeing & good to laugh again, and I have a big ole’ laugh. So when I cut it loose, everyone knows it.

   All in all I had a rockin’ time during Oscar week. My eyes were opened to a lot of things I’m thankful I now know and met some damn good people, a rarity in this world of dog eat dog. (speakin’ of dog…don’t mind any spelling errors, my 9 week old Brussels Griffon puppy was trying to help me type this, and he aint keyboard savy just yet.) L.A. is a funny place as I’ve said before. You never know who you’re going to meet, what’s around the corner and everything in between. I could never live there, but it’s an interesting place to visit. I’ll always remember the great times I had with John, Jennie, JP and Mickey there on Oscar night. They showed me genuine friendship, kindness and respect which to me goes a long way, nor do I take it lightly. I may have personal walls built around me like a well armed fortress for my own reasons, but they made a crack in my armor just by being themselves. And no, just coz they are celebrities doesn’t mean they have to work any less to gain my trust, respect and friendship. Hell, if they were total assholes I’d tell it to ya straight, consequences be damned. But they weren’t, and that my friend, is, as Martha would say, A Good Thing. 

(I gotta give a big shout out to Renae - I hope your lil' sweet pea comes home from the hospital soon!)

The Wrestler
December 29th, 08'

   Yes I’m back from LA and on the mend from 1 nasty ass case of bronchitis. Hmm, maybe I had too much fun and my body said you’ve been too naughty and need some rest. LOL! I usually include pictures and a detailed account of my shenanigans from afar, but this time I’m doing things a bit differently. To do right by the people included in the many pictures I have (and had a ton of fun taking and posing for), I’m keeping them private. Why? I have mucho respect for those included in the pictures, so therefore ya won’t be getting any eye candy with this one. Sorry (wink, wink).

    What can I say about this film that hasn’t been said before? All the reviews have been positive, slating it as Rourkes big comeback role. Interview after interview has Mickey retelling the tale of his mismanaged, publicly angry and oftentimes outrageous early years in Hollywood. His passion for the artistic side of acting versus being politically correct (aka knowing whose ass to kiss and knowing when to bite his tongue.) Mickey quickly found there is no learning curve in the industry; you can’t bite the hand that feeds you, turn around and expect to be fed by that same hand.

  Along comes Aronofsky with balls that rival an elephant. A maverick with a strong belief in the formerly loaded gun: Rourke. As you’ve no doubt read all over the internet, no one wanted to bankroll Mickey as Randy “The Ram” Robinson. They wanted a 10 million dollar actor to do it. I couldn’t imagine some big name Hollywood guy executing the role of Randy as well as Mickey does. Why? Mickey has the physique, the depth, the soulfulness and the commitment. Mickey fucking owned this role, this movie, the whole enchilada. I think those who balked at backing Mickey are now kickin’ themselves in the ass. I read somewhere that Aronofsky would tell Mickey that Evan was smoking him in some scenes in order to push Mickey to stretch himself even further, hmmm, if that’s the case, Aronofsky sure crawled up Mickeys ass and brought the ruckus to it! At the final Q & A in LA, Mickey said he "doesn’t want a director he can push around, or 1 that’s going to say yes all the time". The vibe I got off of Mickey and Aronofskys working relationship is 1 of mutual respect. It seemed to me like Mickey respected Aronsofsky and his vision for the movie along with him being a straight shooter, while Aronofsky respected Mickey bringing his own flavor to The Ram character and allowing him creative freedom rather than sticking steadfast to the script.

  I’m a picky bitch when it comes to movies, sure I’ll watch most anything but for me to rave about a movie it’s gotta have a certain believability factor. Ya see, to me a movie has to take me on a journey. It has to be able to make me forget my own life, my own problems, how I’m gonna pay the bills and shit like that. For the 1 ½-2 hours it takes to watch a movie, it has to transport me into the characters life. I have to feel like I live it, breathe it, and am a fly on the wall for those 90 minutes or so, like dreaming with my eyes open. I’ve got to be able to get lost in it. I’m not the brightest bulb on the Xmas tree mind ya, but there is no way I’m going to get lost in a movie about spaceships flying out of some guys’ ass.  

   My take on The Wrestler…I fucking loved it! From the 1^st scene to the last I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The Wrestler is a simple story of a has been wrestler with passion, heart and balls who’s trying to find his niche in society while striving for personal redemption. It’s packed with real emotion and it’s a believable story. Sure you encounter some razor blades, barbed wire and a staple gun along the way, but hey it’s a movie based on an 80’s wrestler, nothing you haven’t seen before if you followed the sport back then. Mickey put his blood, sweat, tears and then some in this flick and it shows. When Mickey decides to really bring it to a movie, you’ll find no better cinematic experience out there.

   Mickey breathes life and depth into The Ram, he jumps into his skin so easily it’s eerie. He’s an all out 10 rounds kinda guy. He’s down and out livin’ in the trashy trailer park doing what he can to make ends meet. He plays video games with the park kids, he’s got all that delicious hair that was a prerequisite for a pooty snatcher in the 80’s, a smokin’ bod and there's an underlying air of dangerous about him. Yet there is something that makes you immediately trust him at the same time. You want to take him into your home, give him a hot meal and a warm place to sleep. As a woman you can see the potential Randy has, you can’t help but fall in love with The Ram character. He’s tough, he’s hot, yet he’s emotionally deep, not something you’d expect from a fella like The Ram at 1^st glance. That’s part of the beauty of The Wrestler, the way Mickey brings Randy to life. You feel like he reminds you of someone you know, someone who just can’t seem to get their shit together or catch a break no matter how hard they try. Salvation is just out of reach for him, his timing is just a few beats off, if he would’ve turned right versus left all would be well. Here is Randy, this enormous, muscle heavy hard body, yet he’s a gentle giant at the same time. The juxtaposition of Randys physical appearance and his emotional self is brilliant, just fucking brilliant.

   It’s been asked if the Mickey and Randy pairing was art imitating life, or life imitating art. That’s a tough one coz there are so many parallels between The Rourke and The Ram. My take on it is this…life is art and art is life. A riddle perhaps, but if you think about it you’ll understand what I’m sayin’. Maybe it was a beautiful accident, or is it that Aronofsky is as smart as everyone says, that he saw it in Mickey long ago? Aronsofsky has been a fan of Mickeys work since he was 18 yrs old, so that gave him plenty of time to study Mickey as an actor. Either way, people in LA lined up for hours just to see The Wrestler, amazing huh? In a city that 1 should never have to pay to see a movie, that’s phenomenal! The Wrestler is the hottest ticket out there, and with good reason.

  The soundtrack to The Wrestler is the talk of the town! Are you a former big hair? Still livin’ in the 80’s and can’t seem to escape? Love the 80’s hair bands to this day? Grow up on Headbangers Ball and remember who Mark Goodman and Nina Blackwood are? (Mickey did say at the last Q & A in LA that he hated the 80’s, he likes the 70’s better…don’t listen to him, WTF does he know anyway? muwahaha). You get a walk down memory lane by the likes of Ratt, Guns N Roses, Quiet Riot and I thought I heard a lil’ Skid Row thrown in there, but I could have just been on a 80's induced hairspray high so don’t quote me on that..pahaha. Of course there's that song, titled the same as the movie that Bruce Springsteen wrote for the flick, for Mickey specifically. It’s genius! I can’t believe that The Boss wrote it without even seeing the movie, just going on what Mickey had written to him in a letter and briefly speaking with Aronofsky. Now theres some real fuckin’ talent if I ever saw any! That song is so emotional it catapults you into solitude, it commands reflection, it demands you feel, even if you don’t want to, you can run but you can’t hide from what it trudges up in your heart.

   I suppose you’re waiting for me to tell you all about the movie, its highlights, the scenes, the ending, the infamous final speech and everything in between. Fuck that, I’m not going to spoil your fun in going to see it. I wouldn’t steer you in the wrong direction or blow smoke up your ass. I HATE when people blow smoke up your ass and I’m not about to do it to all of you.
   I will say this, you’ll be shocked, you’ll cringe, you’ll laugh and you’ll cry. When is the last time a movie evoked all those emotions in ya? I’ll admit it’s been a hell of a long time for me! In some parts of the movie audience members were physically covering their eyes and upon closer inspection it was the peek between your fingers eye cover. When is the last time you saw a movie that elicited that strong of a reaction? If you’re squeamish, be prepared to cover your eyes, if you don’t like the sight of blood, get your hand ready! But…if your going to see a wrasslin’ movie, you expect it.

   Back in the 80’s my Dad and I would go see the wrasslin’ matches every time they were in town. My Dad would get all excited and say “Oooh Heather, so and so is gonna wraaaaaaassle this weekend, I got us tickets!” We would go holler, boo, cheer and occasionally throw soda at whoever we didn’t like that was in the ring. We’d watch it week after week on TV, trying to predict who was going to win the match, cheering on our favorites from the couch, yelling obscenities at those we hated. Typical father and daughter bonding time? Hell no, but damn we sure had some good times watching wrestling! Seeing The Wrestler reminded me of those times. It reminded me that entertainment doesn’t have to cost an arm and a leg. It doesn’t have to be complicated; entertainment in the simplest form is sometimes the best entertainment of all.

( A special thanks goes out to my soul sista' Melissa Prophet! You took me into your beautiful home and showed me love and respect. Right back atcha' babe, let's paint the town again soon! I miss you already! I wanna give a shout out to Mulberry Street Pizza, thank you guys so much for keeping me well fed! Your still the best damn pizza place hands down, yum, yum!...Stephy...we murdered my cell phone, but thats ok. I didnt know a phone could be texted or talked to death but we accomplished both. Here's to late nights and wild rides! Also...a huge THANK YOU to you know who you are...I had a fabulous time, my lips are sealed!! Lastly, to all my new and old LA friends, thanks so much for kickin' it with me, Rozario, KC and Bruiser Bob... thanks for the umbrella, I love you fellas for it. I'll return it next time around...woo-hoo!!! )

Loki Rourke: The woman about town!
November 14th, 08'

 Loki, Loki, Loki…this is the female, albeit 4 legged that warms Mickeys heart.  Loki has been there for Mickey thru good and bad, thick and thin, and everything in between. We all know she’s gotten up there and is enjoying her golden years with that man she loves so much. We’ve seen her as a pup all frisky, more sedate in her middle years and now, she’s enjoying being a senior. She’s been everywhere, traveled more than most people do in a lifetime and been privy to Mickey’s most private moments.

 Mickey loves all his dogs, but Loki is his #1 gal without a doubt. Mickey's devotion to her reflects how big his heart is. How caring, loving and generous he is. As an animal lover myself, with my own mini herd of fur-kids runnin’ amuck, it’s hard to take when someone talks trash about a defenseless animal that has no voice. Yes, I read some shit, and total shit it was, for someone to write a whole column (if you can call it that) runnin’ their fuckhole about how wacky Loki looks. Ya know your scraping the bottom of the barrel when someone is commenting about how wide a dogs hips are. It’s a pet for fucks sake, Loki is a senior citizen, gawd knows how old she is in dog years! I’d hate to see how this person treats their own mother when she reaches elderly stage…what is he/she gonna do, throw momma out in the trash coz her hips got too wide and she wobbles when she walks? God forbid his/her mother gets sick and needs medical care for something serious like Loki did, whats he/she gonna do? Laugh his/her ass off and put her in the street?

 It’s fucking pathetic that someone would choose to critique a dog like a woman, but maybe this person has a thang for dogs, it does take all kinds for the world to go round. How can I forget, this person also went on a rant about how Loki was wearing 2 collars, 1 that said her name, 1 that said Mickey’s. Big deal? I don’t see anything weird about that. My dogs wear collars that say things and I don’t have anyone saying shit about it. If they did Id smash their face in, but that’s beside the point. Hell, my dogs wear sweaters and jackets when they go outside in the winter, and if it’s really cold 1 of em’ wears dog booties, what’s so big about a sparkly collar that says a name?

  I don’t even get the humor in making fun of a bond between an animal and it’s human. Ever watch the Animal Planets show Animal Cops? Maybe the person making fun of Loki thinks it’s funny to see a puppy left chained outside in sub zero temperatures with its nose frozen to the ground. Maybe he/she laughs his/her ass off at abandoned cats with litter upon litter of kittens? Maybe this person laughs themselves silly at a mother dog chained just out of reach of food and water but yet trying to nurse a full litter of pups while she is skeletal. Maybe this person would find great humor in the puppies and smaller dogs fates that are used as bait in dog fight training. There are so many animals out there without a human to share love with, a warm place to sleep at night or even food and water. It’s mind boggling to me why someone would go out on a limb and make fun of Mickey and Loki’s bond. With the euthanasia rate in this country, tens of millions of perfectly adoptable 4 legged’s are losing their life because most shelters and rescue groups are tight on space and funds. It’s sad to me that someone would choose to be so shitty about someone loving and pampering their pet.

 Of course this low life had to take a few shots at Mickey too. Hmm, I wonder why they didn’t speak up when they were in the same room with Mickey. Why didn’t they go up to Mickey and tell him how they thought Loki’s collars were silly, how they thought she looked wacky and wobbled around strangely? Mickey apologized profusely for Loki wandering where she wasn’t supposed to, Mickey was extremely cool and a gentleman about it, what’s the problem? Everybody’s 10 feet tall and invincible behind a computer screen. Pickin’ on dogs just aint cool in my book!

Happy Birthday Mister Rourke, Happy Birthday to you…
(said in my very best Marilyn Monroe voice...muwahahaha)
September 16th, 08'

 Who knew something I started a few years ago would become so popular? It started out as kind of a joke, coz sometimes all that new age stuff can overwhelm ya and make ya too self analytical. Who would’ve thought it would’ve become 1 of my top requested Blog subjects year in and year out? Not me….

Every year I try to come up with something new, something different, something borrowed, something blue..lol…sorry it just rhymed and I went with it. In years past I’ve went over the typical traits of a Virgo in regards to astrology. Virgo traits are nothing new to me, I’m a Virgo myself, and my Dad is the typical, text book Virgo male. A long time friend has always said to know my Dad is to know me, so I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I prefer to think when the apple fell, it improved and orchestrated its landing, but that’s the Virgo in me..pahahahaha!!!! Astrology and the like have always interested me, even as a kid I was intrigued by it. Maybe my mom unknowingly contributed to my curiosity about it as a wee pup. Ya see, one of my moms favorite lines when I was young was…you are your fathers’ daughter. Hmm, maybe she was onto something? Of course this was usually said to me when I was frustrating the hell out of her. hahaha! Sorry Mom (wink, wink).

 Enough about me, lets talk about the man of the hour! As ya all know Mickey was born on September 16^th however, the actual year he was born jumps around from 1952, 1954, 1956 and so on. If he wants to keep that shit under lock and key so be it, whoppeeee, it’s no sweat off my ass. This year I’ve chosen to delve into the numerology aspect of his birth date since his birth year is a well kept secret. I picked up this really bangin’ book about numerology and started ciphering Mickeys numbers. Numerology is a funny thing, not in the classic ha ha sense, but in the funny, interesting, oh that fits kinda sense. I ran my own numbers and was really surprised to say the least. Give it a whirl if you’ve got some time to kill. I ran mine while waiting on a flight not too long ago.

 September 16^th…. Vision and perfection are the purpose, all while helping others less fortunate than themselves. Virgo 7’s (1+6=7, 7 being his “number”) strive to improve themselves and the world. They can be judgmental and a bit too critical of others and themselves. However if they see their own faults clearly, other people will stop disappointing them. They are highly focused on whatever they set their sights on, often seeing things that others don’t. They are almost unnaturally driven to accomplish, and let nothing stand in their way. They have a will of steel and do whatever it takes to achieve what they want. Virgo 7’s are poised for success and frustration. A good example would be J.C. Penny, also born on Sept. 16^th. Thru his drive for success he masterminded his way up from being a clerk to being the president of a 30 million dollar empire. As a youngster working for a measly $2.27 a month, he discovered studying his customers and anticipating what they needed versus waiting to see what they wanted was a key part in his rise from a piss ant to being the big kahuna. Virgo 7’s must be careful not to give their personal power to someone else they think is stronger and more powerful than themselves, because no such person exists.

 7’s must keep their ego and need for excessiveness in check, if ego and excess leads their way, they are headed for trouble. Take Buddy Holly for instance (born Sept. 7^th) he was smart, wildly talented and gifted with music, no doubt about it. Holly liked being on edge and his excessiveness showed thru his notorious alcoholism. Alcoholics are no fun anyway, plus it allegedly made him more cocky, aggressive and reckless. Sometimes 7’s will present themselves in the most favorable light possible, while talking out both sides of their mouth. They need boundaries and a strong belief in something larger than themselves, while believing in themselves. A fine line to walk yes, but it can be done. If Virgo 7’s sacrifice too much of themselves, they become a shell. If this is the case, they will oftentimes withdraw from life itself preferring to wallow in their own shit. They hold themselves to very high standards, yet without the presence of ego whispering naughty’s in their ear, Virgo 7’s make the best friends, lovers and mates if their heart is in it. They are loyal to a fault, but don’t you dare cross one, you’ll rarely, if ever, get a 2^nd chance. 

 Obviously I'm not going to say if any of this is on target with Mickey or not, I do it for the fun of it. I do know my own personal observations, but I prefer to keep them to myself. We’ll I do share them with Stephy but she’s as tight lipped as I am.

 So there ya have it, Mickey according to his birth date!

 Muah,
Heather

Mickey Rourke takes the world by storm!
September 8th, 08'

 So…here I am, sitting here reading all these fucking fabulous reviews of The Wrestler, how it won the Golden Lion in Venice, hearing the whispers of Oscar nomination and Oscar worthy performance, how The Wrestler secured a distributor, a very reputable one at that, after an all night bidding war at The Toronto Film Festival, how Mickey and Aronofsky hit it outta the park with
The Wrestler…yet there's an underlying viciousness hidden between all the praise. People cant fucking stop comparing Mickey today to the Mickey Rourke of Rumblefish, more so how he physically looked in Rumblefish. Rumblefish happened like 10 lifetimes ago, yet people refuse to let it go. It’s like the people writing this wonderful shit can’t stop for a second and appreciate Mickey and embrace how you can get lost in his performances and be absolutely mesmerized by the energy he brings to the screen. Nope, they can’t, or at least for a little while they can.

Nobody looks the same as they did 20 or 30 years ago, nobody. If you’re going to write something positive, why not go the distance with it and fully commit, versus sneaking in sharky jabs about Mickeys looks. Don’t talk out both sides of your mouth, praising him in 1 breath then throwing him under the bus the next. All because of something as superficial as physical looks and how they appeal or don’t appeal to you. Then ya have the tired old standby about his boxing career, how peeps love to harp on that saying he ruined his looks. Last time I checked there was a lot more to a person than just looks. While you’re at it, why dontcha go up to the couple who’ve been married for 50 years and tell them how different and weird they look just for daring to age. There ya go, go piss on their parade. Here’s a secret nobody likes to hear, everyone ages, fact of life, just as death is. How many people don’t put their balls on the chopping block and at least give their dream a try, then end up living a life filled with what if’s? Mickey made his choice to go back to boxing to fulfill something within himself, good for him. I can’t knock him for at least chasing that dream, without dreams wed all be robotic desk jockeys slitting our wrists from sheer boredom. At least Mickey can say he tried, I applaud him for that.

 Mickeys been to the gates of hell and managed to find his way back into the daylight. If all peeps can do is nit pick about his supposed lost looks, maybe they themselves should go look in the mirror, the mirror doesn’t lie. Take a good long look at yourself, turn the lights on bright. Invite everyone you know to come over and criticize ya and point out your flaws; cuz lawd knows we all have plenty of em’. Then come back and tell me how you feel. Hey, how about posting your picture with whatcha write and let an assload of strangers sit in judgment of you. Let’s put your looks up for critique. It’s like telling a person with a weight problem that they have a handsome or pretty face, implying the rest of them isn’t beautiful too. Mickeys a hot fella' and really cool to boot. I’d take a table for 2 on a TV tray with him over having an expensive dinner with a fucking prick any day of the week.

What is with all the comparisons? Oooh he used to be the next Brando then he flushed it all down the shitter. That line is so fucking old it farts dust. Here’s a thought…how about Mickey being the next Mickey? When did it get so bad to just be yourself? Sure being mentioned in the same sentence as Brando is enough to make most fellas sport wood, but why is it someone is always comparing
Mickey Rourke to someone else? Be yourself, anything else is bullshit. Show Mickey some respect, he's more than earned it and paid the piper for his past.

Leave your inhibitions at the door!
July 16th, 08'

  It’s no big secret Mickey has been kickin’ back in Miami as of late. Peeps have been goin’ off their fuckin’ rockers asking what he’s doing down there. If I were a gambling kinda girl I’d place my bet on relaxin’ and soaking up the sun. Especially after that grueling training and filming schedule he told me about with The Wrestler. Mickey doesn’t let any grass grow under his feet though, he’s combined R&R with more R&R. Yes those 2 R&R’s, the latter being rock n roll baby! He’s been hosting what’s tagged as Loki Karaoke, a no holds barred karaoke night, the kinda karaoke your mommma warned you about at Rok Bar in Miami. (Hmm, I gotta wonder if it is the kinda karaoke my momma warned me about, would that entail waking up naked in a bathtub on top of a car hood and wondering how the hell I got there the next morning? muwahahaha) ) Yes, it’s the same nightclub your thinking of, the one owned by legendary Motley Crue wild man drummer Tommy Lee.

 After some internet prowling on L-Ro’ karaoke I was disgusted by what peeps are sayin’ in response to some piccys that popped up from 1 of the L-Ro’ nights. Ya see, there was this gay guy at the bar. No big surprise there, but what has peeps all wigged is the fact that the guy was kickin’ up his heels on the bar sportin’ leather undies, leather hat and some handcuffs draped around his neck. Big deal, just another wild n crazy night in Miami right? We’ll in a few piccys the gay guys junk is kinda hanging out the side of his lil’ leather undies. Ok, maybe he was so into shakin’ his money maker that it just kinda peeked out on accident (hahahahaa). No biggie…….but now peeps are saying that Mickey is gay, just cuz there was a gay guy in the bar.

 What gets under my fuckin’ skin about this is how does a gay guy simply being in the same bar as Mickey make Mickey gay? Are people so fucking tightly wound that they think homosexuality is catchy? Then ya better not ever leave your house dumb ass. Oh no! There’s a gay person sneezing, get me away, I might catch it!! WTF, how fucking redundant.
Mickey openly says he has many gay friends, so do I, so do a lot of peeps I know. Does that make anyone and everyone who happens to have a friend who is gay, gay themselves? No dipshit it doesn’t. It sounds to me like the peeps making these bullshit comments about Mickey have some big issues themselves. Who’s to say what kind of love is the correct way to love? No one can tell another person who they should love, it’s your heart that tells ya. If it happens to be a person of the same sex, opposite sex, black, white yellow, green, red, little more to love, thin, short, tall… who fucking cares? If your happy and good with it, that’s all that matters.

  More prowling on the R-Lo’ subject brought up some just downright nasty comments about Mickey, how he looks, acts and shit. What’s with all the hate? He can’t be your secret fantasy man John from
9 ½ Weeks forever. Everyone ages and changes, it’s a fact of life, if ya don’t like it there’s not a whole hell of a lot you can do about it. For fucks sake, let’s not forget Mickey took a time out from Hollyweird to pursue boxing. He’s said that he got pounded during training and had to have multiple surgeries to repair the injuries he sustained while boxing. Id love nothing more to see these haters in a boxing ring and come out still lookin’ the same way as when they went in. They prolly wouldn’t even go there coz they would be too chicken shit to even try. At least Mickey gave it a try, ya can’t knock him for that (pun intended..haha.) Mickey didn’t sit there on his ass and whine like a little bitch about how his looks may be affected when he went back to boxing. Ya wankers know wtf it takes to be a professional boxer? Ya know what boxers go thru? Hmm, didn’t think so, shit I only have an idea since I’m no boxer myself…catch a fight on the boob tube sometime and watch closely, it’s primal, it’s not a movie people. Besides, who fucking cares? People that sink to the low level of attacking another persons looks are showing their own insecurities and jealousy. Mickey is a hot piece of ass, as we’ve been told on many, many occasions. Maybe the peeps making these negative comments about Mickey are jealous coz they can't get any action on screen or between the sheets.

 I’m still weirded out by all the foulness floating around about the pictures. So what if Mickey was looking at the gay guy dancing at the bar, duh, he was laughing at him! I’d look at him and have a good laugh too if I was in a bar and saw that! I prolly would’ve stuffed a few dollars in the guys pouch, hey have some fun with it peeps! He wasn’t hurting anybody being up there doin’ his thang.

 Peeps love to jump on the hate wagon, yet Mickey’s trying to make a difference in animals lives and the way they are treated but he gets annihilated for it. Yes R-Lo’ Karaoke was helping the 4 legged fur babies we love so much. I still can’t even fucking believe that peeps are having a conniption fit over the gay guy in the bar, what Mickey was wearing, what his face looked like and crap like that. Hey I thought Mickey looked hot in that leather vest. ooOoohhh but I do have a thang about leather (wink, wink).

You guys sure do ask some funny questions!
May, 19th, 08'

  YAY! I’m back! Not that I was really gone or anything, let me just give ya a word of advice…never move into a house where the previous owners put carpet over hardwood floors. Pulling carpet staples out of an oak floor is not my idea of fun.

 So…I’ve got the emails from ya all, and lemme just say they gave me some well needed comic relief from my staple pulling frenzy. Every night since I posted our Rourkes Realm page, when I opened my email, I had a laugh or 2. Sometimes a lot more, over some of the questions ya all have for me about meeting Mickey. I can’t even possibly hope to answer them all, so I chose a few at random. Thanks for sending them, I had no idea it would be such a hot topic of interest among our many website visitors here. Maybe I’ve been doing this for such a long time that it didn’t sink in as to how much curiosity it would generate among Mickey’s fans. I’m answering these on the fly coz those damn staples in my floor keep whispering my name, snagging my socks and scratchin’ the bottom of my feet.

Q. Were you nervous meeting Mickey? Was Mickey nervous meeting you?
A. A bit, but not too much. C’mon I was more nervous back in the day when I was kickin’ it with…ahhh almost slipped there..lol! As for Mickey being nervous, I dunno. He’s an actor so he could prolly act his way thru nerves if he had any at the time. Why would I make Mickey nervous anyway? Maybe odd would be a better word because he’s never, ever met anyone from a website about his career and shenanigans before. Either way we were both chill in no time.

Q. I read Rourkes Realm and am still wondering, why didn’t you interview Mickey? It seemed like it would’ve been the perfect opportunity.
A. If you read the Article I wrote, then you already have your answer. To expound upon it, Mickey is a method actor, I didn’t wanna get blamed for interrupting his character, process, method, whatever the fuck ya call it. I enjoyed Mickey being himself, not being Mickey Rourke the actor. Like I said, he’s way more interesting to me that way rather than some fake bullshit facade. I didn’t expect him to do a fuckin’ song and dance for my benefit.

Q. It sounds like you 2 hit it off really well, why didn’t you ask to ride along to the next location?
A. I think it went very well, he didn’t tell me to go get lost or to fuck off..hahahaha!!! As for not asking to hitch a ride with him to the next location…the thought did pass thru my mind. But I didn’t want to be rude or presumptuous. Nor did I want to impose upon him, he was working for fucks sake. He like everyone else has bills to pay too. If it had been a different situation, like not on a movie set then I would’ve bought him a cup of coffee or something and been able to jaw some more with him. However I’m grateful that I got the almost 3 hours that I did with him.

Q. What did his arm feel like when you grabbed it?
A. What are you some kinda flakey flako?

Q. Did anyone ask for an autograph? Did you get anything autographed?
A. I didn’t feel the need myself. Like I said I had a more fun shootin’ the breeze together as people, not as a fan, big difference! As for other peeps asking for autographs…there were a few. He was nice about it, he tolerated it, he wasn’t nasty or anything. I don’t know if he embraces it, but he was cool about it all the same. Though a few of the autograph seekers were kinda rude. Rude in the sense of, it’s just old fashioned bad manners to bust in and interrupt people when they are having a conversation. I mean they used to teach manners in kindergarten, or your mom should’ve taught you that when you were knee high to a grasshopper. Then again we live in a mostly rude and thoughtless society so what can you expect? Please note, not all of them were rude, just a certain few.

Q. Why won’t you tell all? Come on Heather! We want to KNOW! In your thanks at the end of your article what does it mean in your thank you to Mickey by I won’t tell if you won’t tell? It’s killing me!
A. I won’t divulge all because I have respect for Mickey as a person and him as a professional. Is that a shady answer? You bet your fuckin’ ass it is..haha! I’m not going to cheapen the experience I had with him, nor disrespect him by writing every damn word he said. I’m a tight lipped person by nature and would appreciate the same if the shoe was on the other foot. Mickey, if he by chance reads the Article, would know what I’m talking about and probably laugh.

Q. Did his friends get mad you dropped their names to Mickey?
A. Not at all. They haven’t told me to go jump in the lake over it..hahaha…

Q. You seem very insightful about Mickey – care to share some thoughts or impressions about him?
A. Sure I’ll give it a whirl, but please remember this is just me here..lol… I think Mickey is way cool and a man of his word. He’s a very interesting guy with much knowledge to share with the world, but I dunno if the world is ready for his delivery method. He has integrity and tenacity, that anyone can see. I don’t know many people that have been thru what he has and managed to keep their head above water to tell their tale. Yet there’s a loneliness about him, maybe that’s from people not being able to let go of his past and see that he has changed, or learned to manage his feelings and vent them in more constructive ways rather than being hell bent on self and career destruction. He seems like a very soulful man with a lot of insight, blunt insight. Yet I don’t think he understands the impact he has on people. I dunno why some of the powers that be in the movie business choose to look backward versus forward with him. He’s making progress though and The Wrestler seems to be a great fuckin’ movie. I'm really lookin' forward to it! To me, his climb back up the Hollyweird ladder started with Get Carter, progressed to Spun, catapulted him up more than a few notches as Marv in Sin City, inched his way up a few more rungs in Domino. With The Wrestler it’s sure to put him back near the top. Times are different now versus back in the 80’s. Newer, younger directors and such seem more forgiving and understanding of his past behaviors. Of course they were still suckin’ popsicles on the playground while he was bustin’ his ass in Hollywood, but a lot of his movies are just fucking classic. The Pope Of Greenwich Village..need I say more? Again, I dunno if he understands this, but he is very grateful for his 2^nd ride on the Hollyweird roller coaster.

 That’s it for now, I may get a wild hair up my ass and choose more random questions to answer later. For now those damn staples in the floor are drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.

What did you do this weekend?
March 18th, 08'

I know what the fuck I was doing! More to come real soon.......(and yes my picture is fully protected under our copyright)

Bite me bitches!

Rourke and his threads
Jan 29^th, 08’

 There I was once again standin’ in the check out line in the grocery store wantin’ to cold cock the bish who kept nudgin’ her cart into the backs of my ankles. I’m not prone to being a hot head but keep your fokin’ cart offa my ankles or I’m liable to go Rambo on yo’ sorry ass. To take my mind off of wantin’ to whack that inconsiderate biotch I started browsin’ the trashy magazines. Ya know the ones you never buy but read to pass the time in the bump n grind of the checkout line?

 I picked up Star and started flippin’ pages, why I chose Star I’ll never know. Maybe it was the Dr. Phil scandal coz I think he’s a whackado anyway. I digress, but low and behold guess who had the honor of making the worst dressed of the week? Yep, you guessed it, Mickey himself. The pic shows him sportin’ a FINE lookin’ hoodie, cut off sweat pants that may have got into a scuffle with that dusty bedazzler contraption they sell on late night infomercials. A pair of orangy Pumas (hey he’s got good taste, I bought mine last year but they are black n white, but Ive been eyeing up some pink and white ones for summer….ooOooh summer where are you? It’s -30 tonite here…yes negative 30! Brrrrrr!!)

 Ok so I’ll be honest if I were Mickey I may have chosen to opt out on the cut off bedazzled sweat pants. Then again, maybe he just came from the gym and who the fok cares whatcha wear to the gym? It aint no fashion show up in there, your there to work out and do whatcha gotta do to keep yo’ ass off the floor. I also noticed Mickey has an ace bandage around his left knee. Could be for support in the gym while workin' out from an old injury, or maybe he hurt himself? I dunno, so don’t fokin’ ask me anymore about it, ok?

 What about the bad ass lookin’ hoodie he’s wearin’ you ask? We’ll after mucho searchin’ I came up with an answer for ya, thank you very much. The hoodie is lined with gold satin fabric, says Live Life across the back shoulders and is brought to you by Christian Audigier (to see the exact Hoodie Mickey was wearin' click to page 2)(of Ed Hardy famedom) and it is fo’ shore way dank. Alas I’d love to have one of these tight hoodies, but I aint got that kinda coinage to burn coz they cost $286.00-$352.00 depending on where ya kick it. If ya wanna give the hoodie front and back a good lookie look, coz the back design is way badfokin'ass click HERE

Before I go and make whoopie with my heating blanket coz my ass is about froze out up in here, check out this youtube video. It's someone you'll recognize pretty easily, guess his better half got fed up with his fanatical football ways. OMFG, you'll laugh yo' ass off, take a peek, I promise it aint long! (Thanks to, we'll you know who ya are...pahahahaha )

*Mean People Suck* is my favorite bumper sticker
  January 14th, 08’

 Mean peeps suck ass….same goes for negative people in my book. Why peeps feel the overwhelming need to hide behind the false safety of their puter screens and spew shit and run their fuckin’ holes is way beyond my understanding. As Chuck Zito once said, “everybody’s a tough guy behind the computer”. Hmm, well said and I couldn’t agree more. Chuck is poetic in his own way (wink, wink).

 Shit Heather, wtf brought this on you ask? Ill try to explain. Ive been workin’ my fingers to the bone on a couple of projects which involve alotta research on my part. Stephy knows what Im workin’ on so she sent me a few links for material. Lo and behold, a handful of those links had a plethora of negative shit written about Mickey on em’. Not really surprising cuz peeps seem to either love or hate Mickey depending on the day, hour, minute and sometimes wether its raining outside, foggy or snowing…pahahahha…

 Anyway, the comments were in reference to a few pics that have surfaced recently in internet land and peeps have their undies way up their ass cracks about it. Not to blow your load, but the pics are of Mickey with some chick. Oh GASP, now that’s a big surprise!!! Fellas and chicks had the nastiest things to say, I was really surprised at the backlash. I mean if ya don’t like the looks of somebody that Mickeys with, keep it to yourself. I can’t grasp the downright meanness these peeps were putting out there. Come on now, she didn’t look like a *pirate hooker* to me (gee, wonder where they got that one?) one person claimed the chick was actually a dude (hmm, well even if it was a heshe who really cares? Not me) Another said Mickeys woman friend looked like she climbed into a goodwill donation box for her wardrobe (ouch) the same person said that Mickeys jeans looked like he accompanied her dumpster divin’ on treasure Wednesday. (I don’t agree wholly, but have to give that poster points on originality…lol) At this point I felt like I needed a shovel to dig outta the bullshit. On my scrolling safari I found a dude that said Mickey is a washed up has been, stuck in the 80’s nerd. WHAT? That one made my eyeballs pop, I’ve heard and read some nasty shit about Mickey, but this is the 1^st time I’ve heard anyone call him a nerd. If Mickey is a nerd in this limp wrists opinion, dare I ask what he considers to be an example of masculine? Muwahahahahha, I don’t think I really want to know.

 Peeps then went on a verbal tirade in response to some chicks posting that Mickey is one sexy mutha’ and they’d do him but not want to hang around afterwards, commenting that he’d give it to ya long and hard, that he fucks but doesn’t make love. Whatever gets your rocks off, but do you think Mickey would do you? Do ya think he’s that desperate that he just picks up whatever pooty is layin’ around when he’s got that primal urge? (for all my armchair critics out there, get your head outta the clouds, everybody bumps uglies, does the nasty and knocks boots, get over it). There was an air of desperation, fantasy land, wishful thinking,’ whathaveyou in the postings. I had to laugh to myself and think..ooh we got us some straight up skezzas up in here! The peeps on the tirade against the skeezas were sayin’ that it is the ultimate in disrespecting yourself to want to bang Mickey Rourke. I guess everyone has to have a fantasy to escape to, but come on people, Mickey is more than just a man attached to a large salami.

 Whenever I happen across places like these, I always cringe, but take everything with a grain of salt. Peeps that cant even post under their real names…how much merit do they truly have? None, that’s pretty cut and dried. It’s downright laughable to me that the 1^st thing alotta chicks think about when viewing a pic of Mickey is gettin’ it on and doin’ the deed. Men, well they are a different beasty entirely. Typing in all caps, (the equivalent to online shouting) that he’s foul, disease ridden and does fellas. Is that all they can say behind the protection of the anonymous name? Id like to see em’ tell Mickey he’s a nerd to his face. (evil grin) yeah you big tough guys, walk straight the fuck up to Mickey and say..hey man, you’re a fucking nerd! Oh and by the way, I think your cock is gonna fall off cuz I think its’ disease ridden and you’re a fuckin’ flakey flake-o. Oh, and Mickey, your choice of threads is really bad and I think you do dudes. Go ahead you big macho anonymous men, go on up to Mickey and verbalize wtf you post, I fokin’ triple dog dare ya! Fok! I bet your big bad anonymous selves would get knocked straight the fok out.

 The chicks, yuh you go right up to Mickey on the street and flash him your jigglymuff, wigglytuft, pikachu or whatever your nickname is for your chia pet. When he doesn’t throw ya over his shoulder caveman style and ride off into the sunset with ya, maybe then and only then will you get your head outta those trashy dime store romance novels. Do us all a favor, go back to that trumped up world ya live in that only really exists in your head. Your partner in crime being your left hand, and live out your lil’ nasty dreams there, cuz bringing them into reality is really a case study in deep seated psychosis.

 I don’t vent often, nothing really gets my dander up. I’m pretty mellow truth be told. Life is too short to harbor a bunch of negativity, regrets and hatred. Reading what I did at those various places was so comical to me, I had to write about it.

Weird…it’s all really weird.
November 18th, 07'

  I’ve been at this website stuff for awhile now, and some of the shit I’ve seen, heard and been told by everyday people and Rourke fans is enough to make me wanna poke my eyes out some days. Everyday someone new is runnin’ up on my ear tellin’ me oh I met Mickey back in the 80’s and he said he enjoyed meeting me. I partied with Mickey and his crew, whoa ya wouldn’t believe wtf he did to this one dude or chick. I passed Mickey on the street and I think he looked at me but I’m not quite sure, but I think he did. The last being pretty extreme, but ya get my sarcastic drift.

  I don’t know if Mickey understands the impact he has on some people. Maybe he doesn’t cuz he considers himself a regular fella at heart. Maybe he doesn’t give a shit, I really don’t know ( just thinkin’ out loud here peeps ). I guess for some people that 1 small nano second in time, where Mickey said HI, shook their hand or took a few minutes to take a snapshot and make small talk with em’ makes a lasting impression on them. It’s like they consider it a really special moment for them, one they obviously don’t soon forget. Now ya may be sayin’…wait a sec Heather, why aren’t you affected by a celebrity? Don’t you get all nervous if you see or talk to one? Don’t you like flake when ya realize your sittin’ next to one at dinner on your vay-cay’s? What about these movie premieres you’ve been to? The answer is nope, not at all. The reason? I worked with celebs from all walks of the entertainment and music industry for far too long to be blinded by the light so to speak and happened to make a few long time friends along the way too. No I’m not a name dropper, so I’ll squash that lil’ thought of yours for ya before it can pass your lips. Lets just say from the boys and girls of rock n roll, to the secret service, the 1^st lady and far beyond have had the pleasure or wrath of this leather lovin’ chick.

  Even though I’ve been fortunate (or misfortunate) enough to have a pretty happenin’ life so far, I can still understand peoples I met Mickey Rourke special moment. I take it with a grain of salt though, cuz peeps like to run their holes and make a mountain outta a molehill. At the heart of it Mickey gets bombarded with people day in and day out. Don’t be offended or take it personally if he doesn’t remember ya if you happen to bump into him again one day. Heck I can’t remember peeps I met last week and I’m just a regular chick. Just cuz he’s a celebrity doesn’t mean he has like special super power memory capabilities LOL!!

  Along this train of thought, why is it people all seem to want a part of Mickey? Take, take, take seems to be the norm. What ever happened to giving back? A mutual exchange of respect. What ever fuckin’ happened to that? I think it went out the window along with manners in todays society. It’s like everybody has some hidden ulterior motive and wants a piece of him, wants to ride his coat tails, wants to be in his presence. I myself kinda feel bad for the guy cuz navigating that has gotta be a lonely road. Take Mickeys job outta it and who is he? A regular person just like you and I, that holds true for any celebrity. It’s like people think just being in his presence will make them themselves famous. Ya want fame and fortune for yourself? Come up with a cure for AIDS, cure cancer, heck, come up with a secret potion to stop the aging process and every celeb would wanna be your best friend. If that’s what ya want, go for it yourself, don’t be a coat tail rider, cuz that my friend just aint shit.

  Weirdly I’ve been getting a lot of email lately from peeps saying that they would do *anything* to meet Mickey. Yep, ya read right, anything. Hmm, I wouldn’t go that far myself for anybody, but to each their own ya know? Ya gotta have some self respect. I think it’s odd that some would go to any length to meet Mickey. Honestly it kinda gives me the heebie jeebies. Does anything truly mean anything? Doesn’t that border on like psycho stalking almost? Yo’ check yourself people, and be glad your tellin’ me this shit and not other peeps. Maybe ya are tellin’ other peeps and they are thinkin’ you’re a couple sandwiches short ya know? The big question to ask yourself is why? Why would you do *anything* to meet Mickey? I mean I think he’s a cool dude and all, but I wouldn’t go and say ooOOoh Id do ANYTHING to meet him, that’s whacked. Here’s some advice….take a page from Mickeys book and go talk to a professional cuz your shit aint on straight.

  Stephy and I get a tiny little inkling here at uniquely as to what it must be like for Mickey. Stephy gets 10 tons of email from peeps wanting her to pimp them or their website on The Skinny, peeps want me to give em’ a shout here in my Blog, put up something they found, happened across or whatever. While we appreciate it, we just don’t have the man, ahem, I should say womanpower (lol) to do that. Stephy has her manbitch Ray to play dirty Secretary with. Hey he tattooed her name on his ass to show his devotion. I’m fuckin’ with ya…LOL!!!! Now don’ go thinkin’ I’m lookin’ for a manbitch Secretary, I’ll borrow Ray if need be. He could tattoo my name somewhere else on his body to show his devotion (weg), I’m sure there is plenty of room..haaahhaha..ok Ill get back on track here…teheheee. (Love ya manbitch Ray!!)

The point I was tryin’ to make is this: we get a lot of peeps wanting to promote themselves via our website here and peeps wanting to throw us under the bus. In short, it aint happenin’. The people that do get shout outs or pimped, we’ll they don’t have to ask us to. Why? Hmm, if ya gotta ask why, then you just don’t get it.

A & E Biography: Mickey Rourke – revisited
October 7th, 07'

 It seems like ya all have tons of questions about The Biography channels Bio on Mickey. Judging by the amount of email I received about it, some of ya really need to pony up the extra scratch for that higher cable tier on your cable network. My email back up has finally given me a breather, so I can finally write this thang!!

 Let me clear up 1 thang 1^st…..Yes I DO have it on disk for all of those who asked. If you’re my friend, like I said, you’ll be gettin’ a lil’ sumthan’ ala' snail mail.

 Another thing I’ve been gettin’ emails and questions out the wazoo about is the length of the program. It was an hour, but if you fast forward thru all the commercials it’s about 30 minutes, give or take a few either way. I agree, there is no fuckin’ way to deeply delve into someones life in 30 minutes, but read wtf I said before peeps, it’s a general overview, touchin’ base, that kinda thang. With some bangin’ comments by qualified peeps.

 Ahh, the qualified peeps questions…. With Biographies in the past, as with the one they did on Mickey, the Bio. peeps seek out people that are connected with that life/lifestyle in some way. Read between the lines, those who are in the business and have studied that persons life in detail and have thought about it for a long time. I did speak with a few sources and others who are in the publishing, television and/or entertainment industry and the general consensus was that they really liked the Bio on Mickey. They liked the fact that they didn’t dwell on the negative aspects of his career and/or life. They thought it was well done, high brow and done with integrity and respect, if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t have participated. (They’re words not mine) One of those sources shared with me that Barry Levinson was more than happy to participate in it.

 Another question I’ve been asked is this….did Mickey authorize this Biography? OMG anyone who uses the word *authorized* in connection with an A&E Biography or the E True Hollywood Story (thankfully Brotha’ Badness got me hooked up with that one a long time ago! Thanks again Brotha’ Badness!!) really needs a Basics In Media protocol101 class, either that or just a brain in general.  Do your homework… A&E has done biographies on Julies Caesar, Attila The Hun & Jesus Christ, do you think those were *authorized*? HaHaHa!!!!!! I still laugh about that one. The only way A&E won’t do a bio. on someone is if that profiled someone absolutely forbids it and forbids their friends and co-workers from speaking about him/her. I reached out to yet another source about this, and that source said “Mickey was contacted many times about it, and as is the case with him, he never responded either way”. Think about it, if Mickey did respond to the Bio. peeps, they prolly would have asked him to be on the show, and maybe Mickey was busy or just had a hair up his ass and didn’t want to. Either way, as with most actors/actresses they simply don’t respond, thus giving a silent ok, do whatcha’ want, I don't mind kinda thang.

 Yet another question that landed in my inbox, and was on my mind too, was
 this – why did A&E choose to do a Biography on Mickey? Back to my sources I went, thankfully they know I’m not one to ask no-brainer dumb fuck questions. All of em’ had kickin’ responses, but the one that sums it up is “They pick people that they believe have an interesting life story that is either shocking or compelling or interesting or inspiring.” I’d have to agree here, Mickey does have all the above and then some in his life. Makes total sense as to why A&E would choose to do a biography on him at this point in his life and career. Nobody I’ve met or spoken with that is very close to Mickey has said..oh that Mickey Rourke is a boring fuck. If you look at it and think about it, it’s actually pretty cool that A&E thought Mickey is interesting enough to even consider making a biography about him.

 Don’t go off half cocked and ragin’ just cuz the Bio. didn’t divulge any secrets pertaining to Mickey. Heck, he deserves privacy just like anybody else. Unless you’ve seen it, ya don’t have any room to run your hole about it. If I hadn’t seen it, I sure the hell wouldn’t be writin’ about it. Or could it be, people that are out there dissin’ it out are just twiterpated cuz I saw it and then wrote about it 1^st? That’s not even really fuckin’ relevant because it was all positive things about Mickey, so who really gives 2 shits who saw it first? What’s important is that it showed Mickey in a positive light and that the panel of peeps were all rootin’ for Mickey. Considering Mickeys behavior back in the day, which he himself admits was less than professional, the Bio. people and the panel should be commended for the way they presented his past. Hmm, ya should have seen and heard about what was left outta the Biography, now that would have made your head spin….in a good way of course!

 Off to the land of nod for me….to dream of bowlin’ balls and that elusive 700 series.

Heather~

A&E Biography  - Mickey Rourke
September 28th, 07'

 Last week found me chillin’ on the couch in a tiz cuz I didn’t know if my new DVD player was recording or not. Sure I could have read the instruction book but that would’ve robbed me of my fun. Heck, most men don’t read em’ and they still seem to figure shit out and make it work, why should I?
Turns out my wrasslin’ match with the DVD player turned out good cuz it did record The Biography Channels Bio on Mickey…YAY!  Good news for all of ya that are my friends…expect a lil’ not so surprise in the mail real soon.

Onto the Bio!

I really wasn’t sure wtf to expect with the Bio on Mickey. The Bio peeps are usually fair, open minded and honest in the other Bio’s I’ve seen when I’m channel scannin’. I was excited to see it, yet kinda apprehensive cuz one never knows what people are going to say or insinuate about Mickey. All week I was bombarded with the commercials for it, it was like every time I skimmed the channel, bam, there it was.
I’m happy to say the Biography peeps didn’t disappoint me. They maintained their standard and didn’t candy floss or cherry nougat things. I wouldn’t have wanted em’ to anyway. No matter how bitter the pill is to swallow, I prefer the truth. Some people I’m sure would have rather seen some sugar coated, candy land version of this Bio., but that’s just whacked to me. Mickeys life, his past in particular, isn’t some fuckin’ childrens game.

The Biography contained a panel of reputable, knowledgeable people with solid credentials, givin’ their 2 cents on Mickeys career and life. People like Christopher Heard, author of Mickey Rourke: High And Low, Holly Millea: contributing editor of Elle Magazine, Scott Raab: writer for Esquire Magazine, Barry Levinson: Director of Diner, David Wild: Editor of Rolling Stone Magazine..just to tempt your taste buds. There was also old footage of Mickey on Good Morning America back in 1992. While the footage was cool to watch cuz back in 92’ I cant even remember wtf I was doin’…oh wait, now I remember…I was outta High School for a bit and bustin’ my hump to pay the rent. It was kinda funny too, not in a humorous way, but older footage of anybody/anything kinda makes me stop and think about what the trends were, what was goin’ on in the world, the music that was hot, ya know, shit like that. Mickey was sportin’ this moustache; something about it tickled my funny bone. No I aint pokin’ fun at Mickey, Im sure it was like *in* at the time or sumthan’ cuz that moustache reminded me of this T-shirt a guy friend of mine used to wear…it said something about moustache rides, and for some reason I kept remembering that f-ing t-shirt slogan when I saw that footage. Hmm, the shit that pops in your noggin’ sometimes…ack!

The Bio on Mickey, like most Bio’s didn’t get super in-depth, so if you were hoping for something like that, you won’t find it in this program. However, it was an good overview of Mickeys early life, his early boxing career and later how he went back into the ring, how he got into acting, some of the movies he’s made along the way and what the panel thought of Mickey the man, and Mickey the actor yesterday, today and tomorrow. I pulled a few of my favorite things these peeps had to say about Mickey. I dunno why they struck me, they just did, take it for what its worth.

Barry Levinson (the director of Diner) and what he had to say about his 1^st time meeting Mickey. “The 1^st time I met Mickey was at an audition. It’s funny that I still remember that because I said afterwards, this guy is really interesting. I thought he was interesting because he was an odd blend. On one hand there was something about him that had a little bit of a reckless quality about him. At the same time theres a certain sensitivity about him.”  

 I can’t forget one of Christopher Heard’s quotes on Mickey “You know that Mickey Rourke is going to deliver.” (Hell yeah!)

 “When you see him on screen now, you still see the guy you saw in his early movies. But you also see the intelligence and the wisdom that has developed thru the hard times. And yet you never know what he might do. On camera he’s still dangerous.” Holly Millea. (Too f-ing true Holly! Hard times and life in general has a way of bootin’ ya in the ass wether you want it to or not. Wether a person chooses to learn from what life has dished to them or not is the true sign of growth. I think Mickey has learned from his past, but that’s just me.)

“There’s something kinda delicious in the simple pleasure in seeing someone on screen who is very powerful, however small the role or however seedy and repulsive the character – Man he has it.” Scott Raab. (Scott have you been talkin’ to those chicks in our Guest Book who want to eat Mickey up? Haha! Kiddin’…. Cool way of puttin’ it though.)

 Also included was some old footage of Mickeys 2^nd wife, Carre Otis from Primetime Live 2001. She had this, at the time, to say in response to Mickey being linked to a hard partying lifestyle “This is 1 of the biggest misconceptions about Mickey – he’s not a drug addict. He’s not a drug user, it’s not his thing. It really isn’t his thing. He’s not a drinker…yeah I’m sure he’s gone out and tied one on like the rest of the world, but that’s never been his thing.”

Then we have Mickey, in his own words, on drinkin’, from his Good Morning America appearance back in the day “I tend to stay away from alcohol on a daily basis. For me the only time I’ll drink is if I have something to celebrate about. I don’t have a lot of respect for people that sit in a bar and drink themselves to death because were only here once.”

Last but not least, I’ll leave ya with another quote from Holly Millea “Can you imagine today, someone like Brad Pitt going into a boxing ring when his face is his fortune?” (Can ya? I can’t, not at all. He’d prolly get blinded by all the hot crotch chicks throwin’ their panties up in the ring, thus getting’ him KO’ed in the 1^st round.)

On a whole, Id highly recommend watchin’ this Bio. For long time fans or the ones just discovering Mickey, its all good. I even learned a factoid or 2. For example, I didn’t know that when Angel Heart was 1^st made, it was slapped with the dreaded X rating cuz of that hot sex scene at the end with Lisa Bonet. Then the director had to go back and cut it and Mickey was absolutely furious. Yep, the Bio on Mickey even taught me a few things…and here I am with my best friend runnin’ a really successful Mickey Rourke website, go figure! Lol….but ya know, if I don’t know somethin’, Ill be the 1^st to admit it. Forget that ego filled, I know everything bullshit. Nobody truly knows what reverberates in Mickeys head, except Mickey, and his closest, longtime friends.

Heather~

The Yearly Birthday Blog!
Sept. 16th, 07'

Yep, by popular demand I've brought back the yearly Birthday Blog previously seen on The Realm, courtesy of moi! Seems ya all are real interested in Mickeys Birthday (Sept. 16^th). Sheesh, the things you guys wanna know about a particular Virgo man is pretty entertaining. Hold onto your hats, pants, dildos whatever ya need to stay put for a few minutes…buhahaha

Sept. 16^th puts Mickey smack dab in the midst of being a Virgo astrologically. Virgo, the Virgin (Mickey virginal…yeah right..lol…I never thought Id be using his name and that word in the same sentence...lmfao). Virgo is the 6^th sign of the zodiac, heralding the end of summer and the coming harvest. With Virgo also being the natural ruler of the 6^th house, the 6^th house being the House of Service, Work and Health. It signifies the health and strength of people as they develop on the path to being an adult. It also includes the personal respect and degree to which a person cares for their body. This 6^th house is the house concerned with family pets and all domesticated animals, particularly the health and well being of such animals. (We all know how passionate Mickey is about his own dogs and pets in general.) Lastly, this house also associated with personal integrity and work ethic. Lists, lists and more lists, and planning exactly how they want the next 24 hours to go, what they will do, wear, where they will go, etc etc. Pretty trippy how some parts of Astrology really fits people to a T.

The funky M symbol of Virgo is said to be connected to the Immaculate Conception of the Messiah and marks out the letter "M" or the letters "MV", for Maria Virgo or the Virgin Mary. It is believed to have originated from the star Spica found in the constellation of Virgo and is indicative of female virginity. In Vedic Astrology, this symbol is perceived as being made up of three vertical lines and another which crosses and joins the uppermost portions. These three lines are said to represent the powers of nature acting within the media of time and space. Symbolic of action, inertia and harmony. The additional line that crosses and joins is believed to create tension...the struggle of the Spirit in its natural evolution.

The positive traits of Virgo are: shy, meticulous, practical, intelligent and giving, with the negative traits typically being: overly critical, harsh, perfectionists, constantly worried about something. (read between the lines peeps...anal retentive about some things...I myself am also a Virgo and yes I freely admit I can be anal about some things...lol)
After digging around some I came across this, which I found coincidental….The Apostle of Virgo’s is Philip (Mickey’s birth 1^st name). The corresponding tarot card for Virgo is The Hermit. Keynote is purity while the keyword for Virgo is service.

Let’s have a bit of fun, cuz I’m all about havin’ some fun and focus on the male Virgo for a minute. Fartin’ around a few websites dedicated to this sorta thang, here’s what the general consensus is/was for male Virgos……

Virgo man has an analytical mind. He is neat and clean but not necessarily with his physical being, but with his possessions. For example, if he is a mechanic, he will have his tools sparkling clean and in neat, orderly rows, probably alphabetized. Male Virgos are an ambitious, hard workin’ bunch of fellas and that in itself usually makes them stand out at the top of their chosen profession. He truly believes that if somethin’ is worth doing, then he will do it balls out. Romantically male Virgos could use a little work, but once he sets his sights on you and made up his mind about you, be prepared to be swept off your feet as he is relentless. Male Virgos enjoy the finer things life has to offer, theatre, top notch restaurants, fine clothing…that sorta thang. He is brilliant and charming, saying and doing all the right things to snare you. (sounds like the typical guy in hot pooty-tang pursuit to me…duh!) As husband material the male Virgo is a good choice because he is honest, genuine and reliable along with understanding of human faults except for sloppiness and disorganization. If ankle biters are on the horizon, Virgo male is a compassionate, hands on father. He will be found tossin’ a ball with his sons or playing Barbie’s with his daughters. He values good, solid education for his offspring starting at a young age. Virgo men are known for pushing their children to join themselves at the top.

So…there ya go…Virgos and Virgo men in general all wrapped up. Hmm, I wonder what Mickey is doing today on his B-day! I could venture a wild guess…muwhahahaha!!!

Hedgehogs Anyone?
July 26th, 07'

Awhile back Stephy and I posted a pic on the Snapshots page and a quote from Ron Jeremys book “The Hardest Working Man In Showbiz” about Ron and Mickey, their longtime friendship and a snippet of a hilarious story Ron told in there about he and Mickey in Times Square back in the day. I still laugh about it when it crosses my mind. Ron is a fucking riot, that book of his had me in stitches!

 To me, the old adage of – you can tell a lot about a person by the company that they keep holds true here. I’m talkin’ real friends, not those Mickey has hung out with once. Ya wouldn’t believe the sheer amount of mail Stephy and I get. Where peeps claim to fame or their I touch myself moment is – I hung out with Mickey Rourke. Or I had a drink with him, or I saw him walkin’ down the street…blah blah you get the picture. I’ve always thought Ron Jeremy is a pretty cool cat. Like there is more to him than just that gigantic schmeckel. Who’s the man behind the schmeckel? Just from reading his book, you can tell he’s got a heart of gold, he’s highly intelligent along with being compassionate and caring. Surprised I’m sayin’ this about an Adult Film star? You shouldn’t be. If you have observed anything about me you’d know I don’t judge peeps based on superficial things such as their looks, job, etc etc.

A few moons ago Ron Jeremy appeared on The Surreal Life Fame Game show on VH-1. I happened across it on accident one of those nights when your channel surfin’ bored outta your mind. The episode of the show I’m talkin’ about aired in early 07’ Dial M For Mommy (OoOohhh…sounds oddly kinky to me..haha!) The challenge for all the fame gamers was called “Famous Friends Challenge”. The fame gamers had to call their celeb friends and ask them to call em’ back. The call back was verified by Kristin Prouty. For a taste of her resume’, she’s the casting producer of shows such as: Survivor, Jimmy Kimmel Live and The Apprentice to name just a few. Later, all the call back names were judged by some has been MTV VJ whos name escapes me now, but reminds me why I quit watching MTV a long, long time ago. The has been VJ put a point value on the names, in her personal opinion, how easily the celeb that called back could get a table at Mr. Chows dictated how close to the top of the list their name would be…wow, she must have been out pickin’ shit with the chickens since her days on MTV cuz she put Mickeys name near the middle bottomish part of the list. (Umm, hello, Mr. Chow loves Mickey!)

 I bet you've already guessed who Mr. Jeremy called? You got it, the one and only Mickey! When Mickey called Ron back on the show (no they didn’t replay the phone call but it was verified and authenticated to be Mickey) When Ron proudly piped up that he had Mickey Rourke on the phone. You could’ve heard a fucking pin drop! The other fame gamers stopped wtf they were doin’ and looked at Ron in shock. I dunno why they were shocked or surprised. I mean, wtf were they shocked about? It was like they couldn’t believe that Ron would have Mickeys number, or that Mickey would call him back, or that they were friends or sumthan’. Read Ron’s book, he and Mickey go way, way back. Ron was a consultant on 9 ½ Weeks and most recently listed in the credits on Domino. I mean, sure Mickey is famous but he doesn’t have his head up his ass kinda thang. I really don’t see him as the type of fella’ to judge or drop someone, especially a long time friend based on wtf they do to put food on the table and pay the bills. He isn’t the sorta fella’ who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has an air of privilege about him.

To expound upon that thought, why would anyone, famous or not, be surprised that Mickey and Ron are tight? I just can’t wrap my head around that one. A few days ago I was sent an email tellin’ me some internet flake was talkin’ about this very same episode of The Surreal Life Fame Game, and mentioned that said flake was shootin’ off their mouth sayin’ some such shit about Mickey callin’ Ron back, and the flake insinuated that it was alleged. Hmmmmm, last time I checked the word alleged plants a seed of doubt in ones head. It insinuates that something, in this case Mickey calling Ron back on the show, was trumped up. I watched the show and Kristin did verify it was Mickey. I would think she would know wtf Mickey sounds like on the phone and in person, seeing how Mickey was on Jimmy Kimmel Live when he was promoting Sin City. Heck, the other Fame Game contestants had peeps that are just as well known as Mickey callin’ back… like Jesse Jackson, Flava Flav, Ludacris, Venus Williams, Hank Williams III and nobody questioned the authenticity of their calls. Why someone would say such straight up shit is beyond me. To think, the person who touts Mickeys phone call back to Ron as alleged is a self professed Rourke expert…buhahahaha!!!! Now that strikes me as pretty fuckin’ funny.

 Was I shocked that Mickey called Ron and he called him back on the show? Not at all, that’s what friends do, they help each other out, among other things. Duh!! Why would Mickey be any different than anyone else when it comes to friends? Just cuz he’s a celeb doesn’t mean he holds himself above helping a friend out or doin’ them a favor. Would you pretend not to know a long time friend just cuz they were workin’ at the local grease pit flippin’ burgers to make ends meet? Would you not do a friend a favor just cuz they worked at K-Mart instead of Target? If you did, I wouldn’t wanna be your friend anyway.

9 ½ Weeks…Life Beyond Missionary
July 1st, 07'

I bet you read the title and thought about sex. Don’t worry, ya don’t have to rush out to Nymphomaniacs Anonymous just yet.

I do a lot of internet travel (aka surfin’) to kill time or clear out what runs amuck in my head. The mindlessness of it seems to lull me into sleep mode most of the time. But, what did catch my eye on a obscure internet site was peoples opinions of 9 ½ Weeks. As I sat and scrolled thru the endless chatter related to the movie, I was really stunned, surprised yet laughed my ass off at what peeps have to say about 9 ½ Weeks. The thing that really jumped out at me is: 9 ½ Weeks either gets slaughtered or romanticized. Peeps go on and on about re-enacting the infamous food scene. I did kinda think some of those peeps should write some hot sex book with the topic being alternative uses for food and where to stick them for your toe curling pleasure. I do think I learned about 100 ways to use a zucchini on that website. Hmm, Ill have to go grocery shoppin’ now and hang out in the produce aisle, seeing just who is buying zucchinis and how long it takes them to pick em’..ahh nevermind, youd have to read that post to understand…lol…Along that same train of thought was talk of puttin’ their scarves on double duty, and using that tired old dining room table for something other than eating, food that is. I was laffin’ till I had tears runnin’ down my face, it was a fucking riot. Obviously the peeps were havin’ a good time with the movie, enjoying what avenues it opened up for them and their partners, or even just them themselves. It was refreshing to say the least, to read that sorta thing, versus the peeps screamin’ John and Elizabeth’s relationship was steeped in abuse, abuse, abuse. (yawn, yawn…as if everyone hasn’t heard that overused line before.)

 Me…I didn’t view it as abusive. John and Lizzy were havin’ some…hmm, adult adventures if you will. Shit, they were fuckin’, suckin’, bangin’ and ballin’ each other and from the looks of it nobody had a problem with it, only uptight people with sticks up their asses ( maybe those peeps should replace the stick with a dildo and get over it ) and no imagination. Those same peeps prolly have cobwebs between their thighs. Last time I checked it was consensual behavior. Liz didn’t say no, fuck, she knew what would happen if she did say no. He’d haul ass outta there and find someone else to play hide the zucchini with. Come on now, honestly, you find somebody who gets ya all hot and bothered. They don’t have to wear a bag over their head, they make your heart go flip flop, your not embarrassed to be seen in public with that person and the sex is off the meter…..you put Animal Planet and National Geographic to shame and your goin’ for gettin’ your own position named after you guys in the Kama Sutra, and your chiropractor now holds the #1 spot on your speed dial….are you gonna stop and say..Oh I dunno…Hell No!

Lets pay homage to those who like to tout this movie as hardcore BDSM. Oh fuckin’ puhleaze. Don’t know what BDSM is? Go look it up, this isn’t Sex Ed 69, 71 or the ever popular 108 train. Make no mistake 9 ½ Weeks isn’t some Harlequin Romance Novel kinda movie either. Piss on that shit. What in real life resembles that crap anyway? You read those books to escape, take a mental vacation or get your panties wet and do the 5 knuckle shuffle.

 I missed 9 ½ Weeks when it came out in theatres back in the day. I was prolly out doin’ lawd knows what…..maybe that was around the time I met that dude with the balls out Chevelle…Hmm, Im walkin’ down memory lane here and liking it….ack, Heather get your damn self back on track! Deep breath in, let it out slowly (omfg, that dude with the Chevelle…woot woot!) Either way I only got to see 9 ½ Weeks from my couch. Although I like it a lot better on my 50 inch plasma screen TV. One thing that sucks is…the sound quality, or lack thereof, on that piece of shit DVD. I think I have carpel tunnel syndrome from constantly having to turn it way up, or way down. Hello! Somebody fix that thang, it needs it!!

 Speaking of DVD’s, I farted around the Angel Heart Special Edition DVD in the extras, under interviews, to see if and what Mickey had to say about 9 ½ Weeks. Mickey talked more about the director than the movie itself. Basically he said the director Adrian Lynn is very bold, very intelligent and that’s what makes it (acting) exciting – workin’ with directors that know more than you do because they’re prepared and that makes your job easier. Also, if you respect a director you can give them a lot more. Mickey wrapped it up by sayin’ he’d like to work with him again someday. Interesting yes, not exactly what we were all lookin’ or hoping for though. I did a bit more reading and it seems Mickey wanted to go balls out ( yep, your mind is just where I thought it would be ) on 9 ½ Weeks. He was ready to take a chance and go to the mat on this movie, but was sorely disappointed. Hey, I’d plunk down my hard earned scratch for that version!

 But then the powers that be left their balls in their wives purses and decided they couldn’t release a movie like that. With all the cuts and edit after edit we get the watered down version. Still a great fuckin’ movie that paved the way for others, but it is choppy in parts. Almost like the editors were too into takin’ shit out than being concerned with how the movie flowed.

 I can’t blame Mickey for being disappointed. Obviously he felt strongly enough about the initial script to really jump in and toe the line, but the muckety mucks pulled the rug out from underneath it. Id be disgusted and pissed off too. After puttin’ so much blood, sweat and tears into something and some stiff turns around and says…can’t do it…what kinda shit is that?  I can only imagine what the rumored 3 hour version would be like.

 Ahhh yes, the rumored 3 hour version. That rumor has been whispered about for a few years now actually. It surfaces then fades. No confirmation on its validity – a rumor is just what it is. Maybe somewhere along the line it was someones wishful thinkin’ or wet dream, who knows. Id be a liar if I said I didn’t wish for it to be true too.

 I look at 9 ½ Weeks like this…a movie that was way ahead of its time. One that broke ground for other more risqué scripts that may have been deep 6’ed outta the gate. It was a love story of sorts, not your typical happy, sappy, Id rather poke myself in the eye with the nearest sharp object kinda love story. It deals with things that some people are uncomfortable talkin’ about. It shows that there is not just 1 way of loving, there’s different loving going on in a neighborhood near you. It isn’t all champagne and roses, its the thorns too.

Arena Magazine – oh shit, I can hear it now. She’s not gonna talk about that interview, is she? You bet your sweet ass I am! Somehow I knew this interview in particular was going to cause a ruckus.

What has some of Mickey Rourkes’ female fans in an uproar? A seemingly insignificant question. More-so Mickey’s answer to that seemingly insignificant question. For those of you who are going WTF is she talkin’ about, I’ll fill ya in. The question in question was “ What’s your chat up line that always works with women?”
Mickey’s answer was “ Depends on the hour and the place. But something honest and straight up is more interesting than beating around the bush. There’s nothing wrong with saying I want to fuck you all night long.”

Hmm, I gotta wonder if the bush reference was an intended pun on Mickey’s part? Put those raised eyebrows and your puritanical self away for a moment and remember why it is you’re a Mickey Rourke fan in the 1^st place. You admire his willingness to just say it like it is. He’s blunt, funny and as he says, doesn’t beat around the bush. Ok, I’m having way too much fun with the bush references.

Let’s pretend you’re a hot chick. Your so sexy you sizzle when you walk. Ssszzzzzzzzz-Whoa! Your feedin’ your brain late morning with some eggs fried in bacon grease, biscuits and gravy – wait you’re a hot chick, you wouldn’t be eating that kinda shit. You’re downing some melon and pineapple, trying to wish it into that greasy spoon breakfast. Lo and behold your sexy self has caught Mickey’s eye. Do you really think he would lay that pick up line on ya’ in the light of day?

Being the good Rourke fan that you are, take a second to reflect upon Mickey’s past interviews. He’s a self proclaimed night owl. Where do singles go at night when they’ve got that itch that needs to be scratched? Nightclubs!! What do people do at nightclubs while safely enveloped in the darkness? Play checkers? No! Square dance? No! Play Twister? Hmm, we’ll kinda sorta in a round about way. I’m fuckin’ with ya – duh! They drink, dance and occasionally flash the flesh. From what I’ve been eyewitness to, it’s an anything goes vibe at the trendy hotspots.

As that dreaded last call shout out falls upon disbelieving ears, it seems everyone possesses their very own special pair of beer goggles. Its meat market frenzy. At that point men and women alike have long since thrown those pesky inhibitions out the window and are more than ready to imbibe upon some sins of the skin. I’d venture to guess that I wanna fuck you all night long line would be pretty effective about that time. Hey, ya gotta keep it short, ya ever tried having a conversation with a drunk?

Let’s delve a bit deeper into Mickey’s response, just for the fun of it. Cuz I’m all about havin’ a bit of fun. This time from a fella’s point of view. No I’m not a hermaphrodite, although it would come in handy some days. I just have a lot of guy friends. And from those very same fellas I’ve learned a good, solid pick-up line is a closely guarded secret. Something squirreled away in their psyche and shared with no one of the same sex for fear they’d jack it and bring home more pooty-tang than them. Pick up lines are a well honed craft. Do you really think Mickey is just gonna let fly with his? Hell no! Would you fellas out there share your best ones with the world? I didn’t think so.

Take a deep breath and get your undies outta your crack people. As for the ladies screaming Mickey is a womanizer, an asshole or a prick, take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror. Put that ego away for a second and practice some self honesty. Amidst all your protests and ranting, you would most likely fall down on the floor with your legs in the air, or have that oh so familiar 10 panty experience if Mickey uttered those words to you under the cover of night when the drinks are flowing freely and your enjoyin’ living in the moment.

My bed is screaming my name and my heating blanket is sounding like paradise.
 I bid you nighty-night.
Heather~