{"id":1477,"date":"2015-04-11T19:52:29","date_gmt":"2015-04-12T02:52:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pyriformpress.com\/ellenredbird\/?p=1477"},"modified":"2023-08-24T19:43:27","modified_gmt":"2023-08-25T02:43:27","slug":"letter-to-pee-wee-herman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pyriformpress.com\/ellenredbird\/2015\/04\/11\/letter-to-pee-wee-herman\/","title":{"rendered":"Letter to Pee-wee Herman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Pee-wee Herman has a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.peewee.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">website<\/a>. There you can sign up for a membership. There is a field for writing an essay or letter to Pee-wee. This was exciting for me. Here is my letter\/essay:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Dear Pee-wee,<\/p>\n<p>I used to &#8220;scream real loud&#8221; every Saturday, and then I started watching Pee-wee&#8217;s Playhouse. It was such a relief to know I wasn&#8217;t the only 12-year-old lesbian in an ill-fitting gray suit and red bow tie. My younger brother also watched the show. He and I are very close. We have favorites in common. Our favorite bird, separately, is the pigeon. Our favorite movie is <em>Pee-wee&#8217;s Big Adventure<\/em>. Seriously. We feel it has many levels of intelligence and hyper-ironic allusions to American and Fellini-esque film and culture within a self-reflexive matrix that keenly describes the sincere inner lives of children. I&#8217;m sure all this comes as a surprise to you, but we happen to be very deep thinkers. <em>Big Top Pee-wee<\/em> was pretty good, too. But I cringed at your actually kissing a girl, world records aside, and felt a bit betrayed. But this was before I was fully out to myself as a gender-fluid k.d. lang fan. I also wish I could have a room built entirely by and with fruit cakes. Yes, I am 40 years old, and I re-watched your Christmas special on Netflix (actually, I was 39 at the time\u2014Jack Benny&#8217;s age).<\/p>\n<p>Where am I going with this essay? How will I &#8220;connect the dots\u2014la la la la&#8221;? In my twenties I had a dream in my sleep. I have super-vivid dreams. In the dream, you were preparing to make a new movie. I was ecstatic. The circus tent was neon, even larger, and more hospital-like. The clowns were more mature. And I was there on the sound stage of the original Tron\u2014the music of Wendy Carlos reverberating through my veins\u2014practically crying with joy and trepidation. &#8220;Pee-wee! You survived the evil media! Right? You haven&#8217;t abandoned me after all? Not like Mr. Rogers, about whom I also dream and to whom I wrote a letter in real life and crayon when I was six (before you were born). Mr. Rogers answered my letter. Will you? But you need not. I&#8217;m right here!&#8221; And now my dream is coming true! And again, I&#8217;m screaming every Saturday in anticipation of your new film. I can&#8217;t believe you can drive a car now! I aspire to your greatness.<\/p>\n<p>I am a poet. Yes, a real one. And I like to photograph pigeons. I don&#8217;t actually race them (unless you mean metaphorically), as listed in the &#8220;favorite hobby&#8221; section of this Premium Diamond Platinum Club sign-up form. I relate to pigeons. And I relate to you. You have shaped me. You have shaped my brother. We are strangely shaped.<\/p>\n<p>This is practically all true, and I love you.<\/p>\n<p>xoxo,<br \/>\nEllen Redbird<\/p>\n<p>P.S. Despite my having submitted this form (and almost my soul) to Hermanworld, causing me to blindly agree to many unknown things, please don&#8217;t post my email address to your website or share it with outside advertisers. I get way too much senior dating spam.<\/p>\n<p>P.P.S. I totally qualify for having dinner with you. And so does my brother. We make our food talk, too.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Do you think he will respond?<\/p>\n<p>(By the way, Mr. Rogers never abandoned me. 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