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Imagine:
The summer of 1972 when you become a star.
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(1970s X Reader)
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Cosmo's Moonstruck (Strike)
I simply cannot picture AI ever coming up with the delightful original screenplay (written by John Patrick Shanley) for the film Moonstruck (1987). Perhaps those in the AMPTP can heed Loretta Castorini's words and change the way they do things. What the WGA and the SAG-AFTRA are asking is not unreasonable. But then again, Loretta inherited her wisdom from her mother and Rose Castorini was a smart cookie...
Cosmo Castorini: I have no money.
Rose Castorini: You're as rich as Roosevelt. You're just cheap, Cosmo.
Hear that studio executives?
I hope the AMPTP won't wait until the moon is full and bright to make up. Even in darkness, the path forward is quite clear: compensation and safe treatment assist creativity and productivity and everyone benefits.
To those that say well, the studios could use AI and then have a writer polish it up:
Chris had a problem with the word ‘manufacturer’. It didn’t roll off the tongue like Becky’s ‘Namibia.’
What was he going to do now anyway? The photo shoot was in full swing. It was indeed a nasty word though. The only thing more on the nasty was the plural, ‘manufacturers.’
Despite the distractions, as a professional gay model, Chris was expected to somehow make it WERK, WURQ and WORK not to mention WORKOUT and everything between with a bend and snap of the finger.
It was A LOT and Chris realized he had taken every version of the word on. He never expected the Inuit people to live up up to every term ever created for snow. Why did he put all this expectation around the gays? Was he putting all this pressure on himself?
Chris needed to get a grasp on his performance. How was he doing? What was he doing? Was he making this photo shoot look easy?
If so, Chris was either putting in too much effort, too into it or possibly Inuit himself. He never did water the family tree to find out, but only because he didn’t know how. He tried tho. Oh how he tried.
Chris stopped himself there. He really needed to stop trying. How could he do that? He didn’t know any other way.
Chris decided to bring himself back to the present tense. Whatever that was had to be better than this brand of timeless self torture. One deep breath in and…
Admittedly the now was hot. The better half of nasty if you know what that means. The jockstrap on his head smelled a little like his boyfriend Brad too.
He worked out.
Wait. Was this his?
(Click!)
That’s when the photographer ran out of memory and yelled, “what the hell was going on?!
Chris said he wasn’t too sure as he kept getting distracted himself. He did though suspect the jockstrap on his head was his boyfriends so wasn’t overly concerned as to what they may snap out of and into. Brad was around somewhere. The jockstrap was still fresh.
Chris’ stomach then rumbled. “Was Cher just here? I feel like pizza.”
That’s when Chris realized the photographer was their neighbor Luke. Apparently he brought over some new weed to watch Mystic Pizza. It was good stuff.
Chris’ was getting upset. He just bought those swimmers too.
UGH! They weren’t easy to find the first time. If it weren’t for the sale sign, Chris never would have never seen them at the Speedo Plant Print Plant Factory Store.
The weirdest part was his unit was also missing. How the hell did that fall off? And, how did he not feel something like that?!?
Mystery abounded.
Chris tried to remain calm. What he needed to do was come up with a plan.
After taking two deep breaths Chris decided to give himself two more minutes of searching. If his suit or his balls didn’t show up then he’d call in his boyfriend Brad for help.
Chris then looked up at the sky, crossed his fingers, and hoped to Cher. Sure enough, Chris’ swimmers showed up less than a minute later when he stood up in the shallows and put his hands on his hips.
Ta-da!!!
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Cher poses for a portrait session at home on October 30, in Beverly Hills, California, photographed by Michael Montfort, 1977.
The full Fall/Holiday 1995 'Sanctuary' catalog by Cher (1995)
Incredible mail-order catalog started by Cher in 1994; this is the 1995 edition. Unfortunately, it seems the venture ended after the 1995 issue. According to a 1998 article, this was due to mismanagement & order-fulfillment problems.
Luckily found a copy available online, then scanned & cleaned-up this wonderful relic of 90's Renaissance Revival & Whimsigothic fashion & design!
Growing Hair Cher! (1977)
