Heather Graham contacted me regarding the great “What What In My Camera” debate with the following statement:
The story as I know it . . . .
A bartender had a camera and insisted, as the bar was closing, that someone there take it, as he knew it belonged to our group. (Of hundreds.) Some of the kids—assorted kids, as in children of participants, models, not “camps!”—took silly pictures of armpits. Someone had discovered that close-ups of pressed pits resembled other body parts. The pictures were in bad taste, but then, again, it is a convention where we do have erotica, chocolate penises, ribbed, scented, and neon colored condoms, I don’t suppose one can condemn them too harshly for thinking that armpit pictures that looked like more sexual zones were very funny.
They were then with a member of the family who owned the camera, a member of the family who saw the pictures and laughed as well, then realized that the camera belonged to his family. Everyone thought great, we know who owns the camera. Why they didn’t erase the pictures then, I’m not sure, except that they had just showed them to the owner’s brother. They were all amused, I suppose, and thought little of it. (Once again, think of some of the stuff given away at the convention. Someone left a gift basket in my room with many items that might have been considered extremely bad taste by some.)
The camera was returned. The pictures were seen by the camera’s owner, who was upset, believing them real, so I believe her brother forgot to show them to her and tell her what they were, then erase them. The girls accused of taking the pictures were not in them at all, but since they were in other pictures on the camera, it was assumed that they were in the offensive pictures, and that the pictures weren’t armpits. The girls, who, as I said, were not even the ones in the pictures—they were MALE armpits—were asked to apologize for being in any way associated in what was being considered bad taste, since the owner was upset. They did. From there, it should have ended. But people are touchy. Things were said. Hostility escalated. Now, I admit to being incensed that such aspersions were cast upon “The Princess of Fire,” and I am hoping very seriously to set the record straight. Equally, I want to say that I admire tremendously and have long been friends with “The Carpathian Queen,” and that I still consider myself a fan and a friend.
Hopefully, putting it all to rest . . . .
Then again, if it blew up really, really, big, maybe the Carpathian and Fire queens could get People and Time and a few other publications in on it, and get super rich and famous! Oh, wow, maybe even Oprah and Entertainment Tonight and . .
So! Queens and princesses are in the bar, words were exchanged, and then CAME AN ARMPIT. But now, it appears all is well after suitably being blown out of proportion on the internet. Well, that’s why we’re here, folks.
And speaking of why there is an internet, wanna see the best ever OMG not work safe armpit va-cleavage shot ever?
No really, it’s awful.
Thanks to the ToroHo by way of Stutterfly for the following image.