| L.O.O.P.E.D. Bio | |
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| Name: |  |
| Rhonda Gorman | |
| Faire Name: | |
| Rhonda | |
| Birthday: | |
| Aug. 28th | |
| First year of Faire: | |
| 1988 | |
| First Faire Attended: | |
| Ren Pleasure Faire, Black Point Forest, Novato | |
| Birthplace: | |
| In BlackPoint Forest....no really Walnut Creek | |
| Web Page: | |
| www.ryze.com/go/ravingbeauty | |
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| What interested you in faire: | |
| Simply Put I Found My Muse and My Muse
Found Me In The Forest Of Black Point Forest. Most Faire people believe I was conceived at faire making me a TRUE FAIRE BRAT...in some ways they maybe right! For they have seen me in the crowds of Northern Pleasure Faire and after hours too many a time almost as much as or more than most faire "staff". So I fell deeply down the fairy hole of the faire and forrest and on occasion deeply in love with my chosen muses...The Men of Faire. I will be canid for a moment and say that my first love was a faire performer that caught my youthful attention(just 18 at the time)in the Witch's Wood and played my heart most fondly as well as he played his mandolin with sweet wooful charms. Faire When It Is Good Is Like A Drug...You Just Can't Get A Enough Of IT!!! There are however always two...count them two sides to the COIN. |
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| Your favorite faire Is/Was: | |
| Renaissance Pleasure Faire Black Point
Forrest Novato- I haven't seen much that could touch the magic or the romance
there. IT WAS NEAR SCARED. Love Dickens Faire in San Francisco...Dress up...Show up and Drink and have FUN. Definitely the best cure for the Holiday Blues |
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| Your favorite memory of faire is: | |
| I have many...way too many! But one does come to mind, that I might share with you and will no doubtfully raise many an eyebrow. Elliot, then not so Siry and way before the MRs. Was pretty much naked running aound faire during hours in almost nothing except the tiniest loin cloth. Back then he was most proud of his beautiful tatoos all over his back, his bod of course and his luxrious mane of long black hair. I tell you ladies it was a site to behold. He had been teasing me for weeks and flirting like only Elliot can, a regular cat and mouse game we had. Finally I pounced on him lazily half a sleep in a fine old Oak in the Witch's Wood and chased him with a cat in nine tails all the way down the valley to the Stizley Waomp dodging patrons left and right. It was a site and people just stared as we went by... |
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| Worst faire memory is: | |
| Drinking...Crying...In the middle of the Street in the dark after hours by myself with a whole bottle of Champagne to myself at Black Point Forrest...those not familar imagine the blackest darkness lonely night time ever. | |
| Any favorite faire tales you'd like to share: | |
| Well I think we have shared enough for now unless you want to come and join me by the fire with some good strong drink...raise fairy goblet with gleam in her eye. | |