THAT DAY

I go see Disney's new movie Encanto. The opening feels kinda blah--the first songs feel busy and forced, for our heroine's missing more than her magical gift and the private door that goes with it (a Room of one's Own, as Virginia Woolf put it); she's missing a personality. The writers, wanting to make her safely universal, turned her Disney-generic.

Who is Mirabel beyond "I want to be special, I want to be noticed"? For what? Does she have any actual interests? She's just her role... in the Family.

The film picks up around the super-strong sister's anxiety song, and really takes off with "We Never Talk About Bruno", the prophetic brother who hides in the walls. Hushed up. For the good of... the Family.

But rather than just tell each other the truth ("I can't do this any more!", "I don't wanna marry that guy!") and look for solutions, these idiots put on happy faces and grit their teeth. For... the Family.

Oh, sure, by the end they're forced to allow an inch or two of personal preference, provided they continue to profess great love and loyalty. For the Family.

Eye candy, nice music, great scenery... but underneath, Encanto's a Disney sermon straight out of 1950.

Did they give this an Oscar strictly for the production values? And that's a euphemism for "bloated Disney budget." All that money casts a shadow! Without Encanto, that army of animators would be scattered across the landscape, working on cheaper shows, maybe for less money, but animating characters with, well, character.

THAT NIGHT

I'm trapped in a parody of Encanto. We're still a family in Venezuela with weird, magical abilities--but now they're talents Disney dares not show.

For example, our sister Isabella can mimic anyone else's magical powers, even several at once--if a living thing is giving her pleasure. Doesn't have to be sexual pleasure, but that's the strongest and most reliable. But it can't be a vibrator--a mere machine. Gotta be alive.

So, every day at dawn, I'm called on as her Loyal Brother to fuck Bella, charging her up with pleasure til she can imbue a carrot or zuke with Vibrator Magic--then she's got a living, portable power source, and can fly around and work wonders on her own till she collapses in a happy heap. She can come and come for an hour or more--a lot more, if she's well-rested, and charges that carrot up to overdrive.

I don't mind jumpstarting her day. She is Bella--Beauty. And she sure doesn't mind--the spell only works if she's really having fun.

But today... her magical assignment for the family requires a complex power-swapping deal that will take extra juice. Bella can just barely handle it--if she's supercharged, topped off. What she needs this morning is a threesome... with our sexy little sister.

Well! Disney has spoken. Family is worth it.

So before breakfast, Mira and I crawl into Bella's bed for a delicious, incestuous orgy. Not for ourselves, of course. For the Family.

NEXT MORNING

My dream's a wee bit critical of Disney, of course, but there's a second source. Today my friend Mark mentioned Robert Crumb--the Anti-Disney. If you've ever read his gleefully offensive comics about Family Values (like Joe Blow (Zap Comics #4), or R. Crumb's Comics and Stories, 1964, reprinted 1969 by Ripoff Press)... you'll recognize Crumb's inky fingerprints all over my dream.

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