I have had the most fabulous week!! Last night, I met a group of my lady friends down at the VooDoo Room for drinks and laughs. One of the ladies lives in the house my grandma lived in across the street from my childhood home on 3rd St.
Well, we were all talking about food and dressing up and grand parents and growing up and I suddenly had the most incredible memory flood my senses....
I would spend weekend nights over at my grandma's house to keep her company. We always had the best of times. My room held some of her greatest treasures: Her back brace, which I would put on to remind myself of the pain she must have gone through wearing that contraption after her surgery. It was a crazy thing, bent aluminum and hard plastic guards across the front and back with straps to hold it in place. It was like a mini walker converted to bring support to those recovering from back surgery. I still liked to wear it. Then there were her mink pill box caps with the brown netting that came down over the eyes to add mystery to any ensemble. Her mink collar coats were hung in there with care and my favorite, her red high heeled shoes sitting there always begging me to try them on.... And I did often (wink).
Most weekends, I would dress up in one of her dresses and put on the heels, while they still fit, and I would go to her room and next to her plastic etched frame of the Virgin Mary were her little sample tubes of lipstick from Avon that we would always have around for her. I think they were handy to have when she was in the nursing home. She always liked to have her lipstick on. It was a thing I loved to do for her when I would visit her at the home; I would powder her face and do her lips while we listened to Mario Lanzo.
Anyway, after I got dressed and put on my lips.....I can't believe I am telling this story... It is one I have not shared with people until last night and now I want to share it with you.
After I was dressed, we would sit and watch the Lawarence Welk Show and sing along and dance together in the front room. It was just the best. Grandma knew me the best. She got me long before I ever got me and she always encouraged me to express myself when I was with her. Such grand times we had.
The rest of the time we would spend in the kitchen cooking. She loved to teach me the family secrets and would quiz me on my skills and my spelling words weekly.
The short time she lived in that little house are memories that I cherish so. She was my best friend and the time that I got with her I will never forget. I do feel that she helped to mold my creation of Daylight Cums too. I have had so many influences...
The other great aspect of this weekend was that we filmed my first episode for "Cooking with Daylight" which will be monthly cooking lessons that I will post on the website. It is exciting!!!! Today, I had several friends that stopped by to enjoy the food that I prepared and we sat in the back garden feasting and laughing and sharing stories and it just filled my heart with such love. It is why I love food so. The sharing is more than just for consumption, it is about love, and lessons and listening and laughing and learning more about our friends.
Then, I was lucky enough to get to go to another friends house, sit on the deck and watch the sunset, listening to lovely music being played, eat salad, grilled Ahi tuna and a chantrelle dumpling soup to die for AND visit with a friend I had not seen in many years and many other dear friends and laugh and look at the view and take it all in together!
This is what it is all about. Taking the time to spend moments with people you love. Even if it is just for a short while, it is time well spent and fuel to carry the soul further down the path.
I look forward to my encounters every day. I look forward to running into you while I am out and about or in unexpected places. I love it when you pop into my mind and I take a moment to give you a mental shout out. I love it when I think of you when I see your favorite things, hear your favorite song, smell your scent. I love that I have the love that I have from you everyday giving me the strength and courage to live as big and true as I dare.
Love,
Daylight
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
Yesterday, I was having a visit with my parents and some life long family friends at Street 14 and the conversation was on how awesome it was for me to have a float in the Regatta Parade with my drag family and friends! As we were sitting around the table passing my phone around looking at the photos, I realized that something was absent in my life that I had never sensed before...
Shame.
I felt so warm and so full sitting there with people that have raised me and helped raise me and I wasn't nervous or embarrassed for who I am for the first time in my life!!!!
I had not realized until that moment how much shame has ruled over me. The voices that echo in my head as I do things. Shame on you Mark. Mark Davis go to the hall right now! Nuns slapping my hands with rulers, pulling me by my ears and always trying to silence the expression coming out of my mouth and body. I have always been ashamed to be myself and I have fought those voices out of my head and gone on against the tide.
What has been so hard for me is that I have never wanted to disappoint my family, my mother especially. I have always worked on being a good son, brother and friend. I was raised with so much faith and love and fear sometimes it made it hard to know how or where my heart was beating.
I remember being 11 and being over at birthday party with all of the families we rolled with in those days, and everyone was playing ball in the field and I went to play and the kids didn't want me to play with them. I was heavier and sports were never my forte, so I was the one that was always last picked and played outfield and so on. Anyway, the moms came out and told the kids that they had to play with me or they would be punished. So they let me play. All I felt was shame, shame for making them play with me. From that day on, I felt alone. I knew that they were only nice to me because they didn't want to get in trouble. I believe that became the chip I carried on my shoulders for many years, well into my 30's for sure. Add that to the shame of being a scared little gay boy that didn't even know what it meant other than burning in hell and wow it is a fun party.
I remember that same year, sitting with my grandmother in the living room as she watched her Billy Graham Sunday program. I was actually in her wheel chair, she was in the rocker holding my cat, Patches, and Billy was asking us to pray with him to beg to be healed from our suffering and I instinctively placed my hands on my crotch and prayed so hard that I would be free of this shame so that I would be more lovable and clean. Thank goodness that prayer was never answered because I love how I have evolved and who I am! At 44 I feel good to say this.
Daylight Cums has taught me to embody my essence and to not be afraid to be myself. She taught me to be able to look in the mirror and not see the chub rub, buck toothed, feather haired closeted gay boy rape survivor that wore a coat of many colors that was all woven with shame and fear. She gave me new eyes to see how lucky I am to have been through what I have been through and be able to stand with the grace and strength that I have earned and discovered about myself. She has brought me home to who Mark was all those years ago. The Mark I shoved down out of shame. The Mark I pulled out of the muck of my youth and renamed as Marco when I first began to stand tall within myself in 1994, but still lacked the self respect and love I needed to feel alive.
In essence, that really is what my Dragalution is all about. It is a revolution against our fears and obstacles that are placed upon us by society and our own doing in order to blend and not make a ripple. Those ripples are what make life textured and rich and varied. I am so grateful that I have been able to see this truth about myself and to be able to finally walk away from my shame and be. " I am. I am who I am and no one, nobody can tell me I'm not. I am who I am and you can't squelch the flight in me."
Shame.
I felt so warm and so full sitting there with people that have raised me and helped raise me and I wasn't nervous or embarrassed for who I am for the first time in my life!!!!
I had not realized until that moment how much shame has ruled over me. The voices that echo in my head as I do things. Shame on you Mark. Mark Davis go to the hall right now! Nuns slapping my hands with rulers, pulling me by my ears and always trying to silence the expression coming out of my mouth and body. I have always been ashamed to be myself and I have fought those voices out of my head and gone on against the tide.
What has been so hard for me is that I have never wanted to disappoint my family, my mother especially. I have always worked on being a good son, brother and friend. I was raised with so much faith and love and fear sometimes it made it hard to know how or where my heart was beating.
I remember being 11 and being over at birthday party with all of the families we rolled with in those days, and everyone was playing ball in the field and I went to play and the kids didn't want me to play with them. I was heavier and sports were never my forte, so I was the one that was always last picked and played outfield and so on. Anyway, the moms came out and told the kids that they had to play with me or they would be punished. So they let me play. All I felt was shame, shame for making them play with me. From that day on, I felt alone. I knew that they were only nice to me because they didn't want to get in trouble. I believe that became the chip I carried on my shoulders for many years, well into my 30's for sure. Add that to the shame of being a scared little gay boy that didn't even know what it meant other than burning in hell and wow it is a fun party.
I remember that same year, sitting with my grandmother in the living room as she watched her Billy Graham Sunday program. I was actually in her wheel chair, she was in the rocker holding my cat, Patches, and Billy was asking us to pray with him to beg to be healed from our suffering and I instinctively placed my hands on my crotch and prayed so hard that I would be free of this shame so that I would be more lovable and clean. Thank goodness that prayer was never answered because I love how I have evolved and who I am! At 44 I feel good to say this.
Daylight Cums has taught me to embody my essence and to not be afraid to be myself. She taught me to be able to look in the mirror and not see the chub rub, buck toothed, feather haired closeted gay boy rape survivor that wore a coat of many colors that was all woven with shame and fear. She gave me new eyes to see how lucky I am to have been through what I have been through and be able to stand with the grace and strength that I have earned and discovered about myself. She has brought me home to who Mark was all those years ago. The Mark I shoved down out of shame. The Mark I pulled out of the muck of my youth and renamed as Marco when I first began to stand tall within myself in 1994, but still lacked the self respect and love I needed to feel alive.
In essence, that really is what my Dragalution is all about. It is a revolution against our fears and obstacles that are placed upon us by society and our own doing in order to blend and not make a ripple. Those ripples are what make life textured and rich and varied. I am so grateful that I have been able to see this truth about myself and to be able to finally walk away from my shame and be. " I am. I am who I am and no one, nobody can tell me I'm not. I am who I am and you can't squelch the flight in me."
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
My best friend says, "I think the day Daylight Cums was born was on October 31, 1989." She was in beauty school, dressed as a zombie hairdresser, and I was dressed as Prince and was so pissed because everyone thought I was
Whitney Houston! I still wasn't out and I could handle being ambiguously sexy Prince but I wasn't strong enough to own the power of Whitney!!
My grandmother always told people that I was a born entertainer. She said, "When he was three years old he got up in front of the swing band playing in the auditorium and faced everyone and started dancing for us all." I remember that moment in my life; the thrill of the big band behind me driving my soul and my body across the floor as my feet lead the way. I search for that sensation every day.
The first time I ever attempted drag was my first year living in New York City, 56 and 9th Ave. I still couldn't completely commit to drag so I called myself 'an androgynous kitchen queen. I had a black sequined tube dress, my platform shoes, shaved body, and a head dress made from steel wool, chop sticks and Mardi Gras beads. I only wore it at home, I was too nervous to take my art out the door.
The year I moved back from NYC, 1996, I dressed as Dolly Parton. I wore the same dress from my first Halloween (this time I stuffed my front with loaves of round bread from Danish Maid bakery and put a mushroom tip on top as a nipple and wrapped the whole thing in saran wrap- the bread was so soft to squish them in the wrap was so comforting), wore a huge blond wig and heels, long red nails and a swish. Coming home to Astoria from my two years in NYC I was a big-ol-queen! I know I always have been, but I was swish-a-rific! That was my first coming out as an adult in my home town. I still can feel the fear and excitement shaking through my body as I walked down to the party at the American Legion. It was a magical night.
In 1997, I was doing a lot of choreography, teaching tap and trying to find myself through the happy hour drinks and cigarettes I would consume to try to silence the scream within my being to explode on to the scene and shine. Each time I would muster up enough courage to speak my heart talk or allow my armor to soften and show my being, something would hold me back. It was mostly myself. I didn't want to offend anyone, or make people uncomfortable. I already did that in my day to day life, my art would really make it difficult for me.
That year, I had my tap studio in the basement of the Elks and part of my rent was to help them do performances. They asked me to put a drag show together for them, the officers would be the queens and I would direct/choreograph the show. It was awesome! Rehearsals were so fun and watching the nerves dissolve as the weeks went by was a beautiful thing to behold. The best part was that the show was on the same evening as my 10 year class reunion. How perfect was that!!! I asked the sexiest man I knew to be my date to the prom and the show and he played it up the whole evening, so much I longed for it to be true (wink).
At the show, the person that was to do the Madonna number chickened out, so I had to go on and that marked the first drag performance I did in Astoria.
2001 I returned to school. I moved to Eugene and got my Master of Fine Arts in Dance from the University of Oregon. I went to school on a quest for credibility for my ar; a craving to have an education, to be able to teach, to share and to help others find their art. The six years I spent there have formed me and given me a strong foundation to stand up and express through my art without question or restraint.
For me, Daylight Cums has always been shining in my soul, encouraging me to find my way, to find my strength to stand tall as a queen and ascend to the throne she was born for. On my 40th birthday, I held a Karaoke/Lip sync competition; asking my friends to come and perform with me and have a party. Daylight first showed her shy face that night lip syncing to Barbara Streisand's "somewhere" dressed in a Kimono and big Geisha wig. That night was a strong Barbara night. I also did my acapella remix of a few of her songs starting with "Papa, can you here me...." That fluttering pushed me.
The next year, I did another show. I had auditions and my family came into existence. We rehearsed twice a week and put a show together. Then, we did another show... Each one, I stepped closer to Daylight Cums. And Halloween 2012, Daylight had her debut in New Orleans, parading through the streets of the city fluttering for all to see and bringing the dance, the party and the hugs to any that would ask.
Dragalution began January 2013!!!! I formed my family of queens, male and female/ gay and straight. We are on this journey together. I feel like I have arrived!!! My quest is clear.
The most amazing moment of my life was the Regatta Parade last weekend! i was so nervous going into it. What was I thinking putting a drag float in the parade! I flashed back and forth between the yells of hatred I get and the yells of love I get. Love always wins out. I refuse to ever let my fear show. I knew I had to shine and walk with grace and beauty. I had to be in the moment to allow Daylight her moment and let her walk through the parade with the banner bearers carrying our banner of President's Trophy!!!!! And the love that was given as we danced and fluttered through the street of Astoria, the streets I had known so much fear on, in 6 inch heels, gold sequins and pink opalescent Isis wings. The most glorious day I have ever know.
The unfolding has begun. Let us dance and live and grow together!!
I am going to keep sharing and listening and moving forward, down the path. Let's shine......Let's find our IndepenDANCE.
Whitney Houston! I still wasn't out and I could handle being ambiguously sexy Prince but I wasn't strong enough to own the power of Whitney!!
My grandmother always told people that I was a born entertainer. She said, "When he was three years old he got up in front of the swing band playing in the auditorium and faced everyone and started dancing for us all." I remember that moment in my life; the thrill of the big band behind me driving my soul and my body across the floor as my feet lead the way. I search for that sensation every day.
The first time I ever attempted drag was my first year living in New York City, 56 and 9th Ave. I still couldn't completely commit to drag so I called myself 'an androgynous kitchen queen. I had a black sequined tube dress, my platform shoes, shaved body, and a head dress made from steel wool, chop sticks and Mardi Gras beads. I only wore it at home, I was too nervous to take my art out the door.
The year I moved back from NYC, 1996, I dressed as Dolly Parton. I wore the same dress from my first Halloween (this time I stuffed my front with loaves of round bread from Danish Maid bakery and put a mushroom tip on top as a nipple and wrapped the whole thing in saran wrap- the bread was so soft to squish them in the wrap was so comforting), wore a huge blond wig and heels, long red nails and a swish. Coming home to Astoria from my two years in NYC I was a big-ol-queen! I know I always have been, but I was swish-a-rific! That was my first coming out as an adult in my home town. I still can feel the fear and excitement shaking through my body as I walked down to the party at the American Legion. It was a magical night.
In 1997, I was doing a lot of choreography, teaching tap and trying to find myself through the happy hour drinks and cigarettes I would consume to try to silence the scream within my being to explode on to the scene and shine. Each time I would muster up enough courage to speak my heart talk or allow my armor to soften and show my being, something would hold me back. It was mostly myself. I didn't want to offend anyone, or make people uncomfortable. I already did that in my day to day life, my art would really make it difficult for me.
That year, I had my tap studio in the basement of the Elks and part of my rent was to help them do performances. They asked me to put a drag show together for them, the officers would be the queens and I would direct/choreograph the show. It was awesome! Rehearsals were so fun and watching the nerves dissolve as the weeks went by was a beautiful thing to behold. The best part was that the show was on the same evening as my 10 year class reunion. How perfect was that!!! I asked the sexiest man I knew to be my date to the prom and the show and he played it up the whole evening, so much I longed for it to be true (wink).
At the show, the person that was to do the Madonna number chickened out, so I had to go on and that marked the first drag performance I did in Astoria.
2001 I returned to school. I moved to Eugene and got my Master of Fine Arts in Dance from the University of Oregon. I went to school on a quest for credibility for my ar; a craving to have an education, to be able to teach, to share and to help others find their art. The six years I spent there have formed me and given me a strong foundation to stand up and express through my art without question or restraint.
For me, Daylight Cums has always been shining in my soul, encouraging me to find my way, to find my strength to stand tall as a queen and ascend to the throne she was born for. On my 40th birthday, I held a Karaoke/Lip sync competition; asking my friends to come and perform with me and have a party. Daylight first showed her shy face that night lip syncing to Barbara Streisand's "somewhere" dressed in a Kimono and big Geisha wig. That night was a strong Barbara night. I also did my acapella remix of a few of her songs starting with "Papa, can you here me...." That fluttering pushed me.
The next year, I did another show. I had auditions and my family came into existence. We rehearsed twice a week and put a show together. Then, we did another show... Each one, I stepped closer to Daylight Cums. And Halloween 2012, Daylight had her debut in New Orleans, parading through the streets of the city fluttering for all to see and bringing the dance, the party and the hugs to any that would ask.
Dragalution began January 2013!!!! I formed my family of queens, male and female/ gay and straight. We are on this journey together. I feel like I have arrived!!! My quest is clear.
The most amazing moment of my life was the Regatta Parade last weekend! i was so nervous going into it. What was I thinking putting a drag float in the parade! I flashed back and forth between the yells of hatred I get and the yells of love I get. Love always wins out. I refuse to ever let my fear show. I knew I had to shine and walk with grace and beauty. I had to be in the moment to allow Daylight her moment and let her walk through the parade with the banner bearers carrying our banner of President's Trophy!!!!! And the love that was given as we danced and fluttered through the street of Astoria, the streets I had known so much fear on, in 6 inch heels, gold sequins and pink opalescent Isis wings. The most glorious day I have ever know.
The unfolding has begun. Let us dance and live and grow together!!
I am going to keep sharing and listening and moving forward, down the path. Let's shine......Let's find our IndepenDANCE.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
I just have to say that being a part of the Astoria Regatta with a float presenting Dragalution to the community was a soul warming and intense experience...My eyes are still wet and my feet are blistered and I love it!!
Thank you Astoria for your love and support and spirit!
And to win the President's Trophy for the float! Amazing!
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you Astoria for your love and support and spirit!
And to win the President's Trophy for the float! Amazing!
Thank you thank you thank you
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