Robin Williams joins the Broncos cheering squad in November 1979, donning a white sequined mini-skirt, go-go boots and an orange neckerchief, then prancing in front of a crowd that the Denver Post pegs at around 74,000 people.
In doing so, Williams became the first male Broncos cheerleader in history, and likely the most entertaining Broncos cheerleader of all time, regardless of gender.
Loving someone from afar was hard work. Ever since Isabelle’s family had moved in the summer before, Courtney had been praying, wishing, hoping against all hope that the older girl would notice her. Would talk to her. Would look in her direction for more than a passing, dismissive glance.
Courtney loved everything about her. From the red streaks in her platinum blonde hair, to her wide hazel eyes, to her sarcastic laugh, to the dimples that appeared in her cheeks when she flashed her crooked smile. She loved how Isabelle didn’t give a fuck what the “popular” kids did, but instead had her own style, her own interests, her own laissez-faire attitude. She kept a leather-bound journal and used to scribble in it angrily, glaring at people when they pissed her off. She told one particularly dickheaded boy in their neighborhood that she was a witch, after she saw him push his sister down a hill. Helping the girl up, she stared at him with daggers in her eyes, swearing to curse him for all eternity unless he apologized.
She was everything.
Of course, a girl like that - the epitome of cool, the queen of counter-culture - that girl had no use for Courtney. Who never spoke up, who never made trouble. Never stood out in any way. Courtney was everything Isabelle was not. Ordinary. Vanilla. Boring.
And then, one day, at the start of Summer holiday, a miracle happened. A bone-fide Christmas miracle. Courtney’s parents decided to take her brother to Sydney to look at colleges (as if Ben was going to college. Courtney’s parents meant well, but they were a little slow on the uptake sometimes), and voila! Suddenly she was staying with Isabelle’s family. Sleeping on a twin bed in her room. For five. Whole. Days.
“I hate ALL my clothes!” Isabelle moaned, tossing yet another outfit dramatically to the ground. “I have literally NOTHING to WEAR! This fuckin’ SUCKS!”
Courtney bit her lip. She wanted to offer a solution, but wasn’t 100% sure how a drag closet would be received. “Um…we could go to my house. Ben has some pretty cool shit.”
“Boy clothes?” Isabelle looked skeptical.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s sort of hard to explain.”
Isabelle narrowed her eyes and sighed, exasperated. “Alright, Miss Mysterious. Let’s go.”
Butterflies filled Courtney’s stomach as they walked outside, through the garden, across the narrow creek, up the hill to Courtney’s house. Courtney led her up the steps to Ben’s room, where giant, dramatic black letters warned them to “KEEP OUT OR SUFFER THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!” She pushed open the door, feeling more nervous about Isabelle in her house then invading her brother’s sacred personal space.
She slid open the mirrored closet door, revealing the two-third’s of the closet where Ben kept all of his drag stuff. Sequins and feathers and lace…fringe and sparkles and pleather and fishnets. Rows of heels on the floor below the clothes, and stacks of wigs and boxes of jewelry on the shelves above, along with his extensive makeup collection.
Isabelle’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. “This is your BROTHER’S stuff?”
“So…your brother is gay?”
Isabelle considered this for a moment, and then nodded approvingly. “That’s cool as.”
Courtney felt a sense of relief wash over her, pride replacing her edgy nerves. “He does my makeup and stuff all the time.”
“Really?! You’re sooo lucky. All my brother cares about is surfing and his dumb motorbike.”
Courtney gestured grandly to the closet. “Well…you can try some of his stuff on if you want.”
Soon enough, they’d both concocted entirely new ensembles. Isabelle in a shiny copper halter top and houndstooth shorts, and Courtney in the more ridiculous outfit that Isabelle had insisted on: a padded, sequined bra and pleather mini-skirt with a fringed bolero jacket. After Isabelle used Ben’s prized palette to add some color to Courtney’s face, all that was left was loading themselves up with every piece of jewelry Ben owned, before collapsing, giggling, onto his bed.
Isabelle gazed around the room at all the pictures on Ben’s walls. She smiled appreciatively at his Moulin Rouge poster, and then her eyes lit up at the shrine to Robbie Williams over his desk.
“Your brother has good taste. I’d give anything to pash Ewan. Or Robbie.”
Courtney nodded in agreement, though she wasn’t sure she saw the allure, exactly. Although she had to admit that Ewan was at least relatively cute, compared to most boys she knew.
“You ever pashed anyone, Courtney?” Isabelle had a slightly teasing lilt to her voice. As if she already knew the answer.
Courtney bristled a little. She was determined not be seen as a baby. “Yes,” she lied.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow. “Really? Who?”
Thinking quickly, Courtney answered, “Greg.” The tall, soft-spoken boy on her cheer team was always nice to Courtney, and he was clean and didn’t smell nearly as bad as most of the other boys in her class. If she was gonna have to pash any boy, it may as well have been him.
Isabelle burst out laughing. “You sure love the homos, Court. Greg is gay as mardi gras.”
Courtney felt her cheeks heat up. She cleared her throat, racking her brain to try and divert the attention away from herself. “Have…have you pashed anyone?”
“Nope!” Isabelle said. “I want my first time to be magical. Like in the movies. My friends think I’m weird but I don’t care.”
“I…I don’t think that’s weird.” Courtney suddenly wished she hadn’t lied. “I think it’s cool.”
“Yeah, well. I’m not just leaving it up to fate, though. I practice a lot.”
“How do you practice?”
“Like…you know…on your hand, or a pillow, or…you know, with your friends.”
Isabelle flashed a crooked smile, revealing those dimples that Courtney wanted to reach out and touch. It took all her strength to keep her hands to herself. “You know…like…girls don’t count. That’s just like, so you can get good at it for when it’s time to kiss a boy. Like, for real.”
Courtney’s palms began to get sweaty, and her mouth was dry as chalk. She swallowed.
“Of course, you don’t need practice, since you’re already an expert. You and Greeeeg.” Isabelle winked and Courtney thought she might die of embarrassment.
“I…may have lied about that,” she whispered.
“No shit,” Isabelle replied, hazel eyes glittering with delight.
Courtney focused away from her eyes, on her shoulders, tanned a deep caramel from the summer sun, such an enticing color that Courtney had a desire to lick her. She heard rustling and felt Isabelle moving closer to her on the bed. She looked up, saw her plush, round, plum-colored lips. She wondered if they would taste like the watermelon candy they’d eaten earlier.
“Do you want me to show you?” Isabelle asked, one finger just barely touching her chin.
Courtney prayed that she didn’t appear overly enthusiastic when she nodded, closing her eyes. And then Isabelle’s soft, moist lips were on hers, and her fingertips itched, tentatively reaching out to graze her bare midriff, circling her waist, just as Isabelle lifted her head.
“Okay, now, remember, I’m the boy,” Isabelle reminded her, rolling Courtney onto her back. “So you need to follow my lead. This time, you gotta open your mouth.”
Courtney nodded, glassy-eyed. At that point she would’ve followed her off a cliff. Her lips parted eagerly and Isabelle slipped her tongue inside, shifting the weight of her body so that she was pressing Courtney down into the mattress.
Hands cupping Courtney’s face, Isabelle murmured soft instructions to her. “Rub your tongue against mine…suck on my bottom lip…squeeze my butt…” Courtney tried to hear and follow as she floated through the clouds, ecstatic and breathless by the sheer proximity of their bodies, bare skin of their bellies pressed together, the scent of her strawberry shampoo.
Skin flushed and burning, Courtney arched her body up, rolling her hips, lifting her knees, rubbing against the older girl, in a state of utter lust, until she was slammed back into reality by the sound of laughter, Isabelle rolling away. “Damn, Courtney. You’re a little nympho, aren’t you?”
Courtney raised herself onto her elbows, panting, hair falling into her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, watching Isabelle straighten her top and fix her lipstick, at a loss for words.
“It’s cool if I borrow these clothes, right? I’m meeting Megan and Zoe at the mall.”
“Y-yeah. It’s cool.”
“Great. See you later!”
By dinnertime, Courtney was still too embarrassed to join the family. She told Mrs. Peterson that she had a stomachache. Did Isabelle think she was…what did Isabelle think?
It turned out that her fears were for naught. Isabelle didn’t seem to think anything at all about her. She spent the next few days out with her friends, mostly, and when Courtney’s mom came to pick her up that Saturday, she merely gave her a casual wave and a “see you around,” barely looking up from the fashion magazine in her lap.
They didn’t see each other much over the next school year, either, since Isabelle was in the High School and Courtney was still in Primary. It was probably for the best when her family moved again the following summer. After seeing her boyfriend dropping her off a few times, Courtney knew that there would be no more “practicing” required, and she couldn’t bear those knowing smirks Isabelle would toss her way on the rare occasion she actually acknowledged her existence. Like she KNEW something.
She didn’t know anything.
With Isabelle gone, it was much easier for Courtney to paint on a smile and be the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the little angel that everyone wanted her to be. And over the next few years, the sharp pain Courtney felt every time she thought about the older girl faded into a dull ache, a small, insignificant scar on her psyche that she barely remembered, a part of who she was without ever thinking about it.
Although occasionally, the kissing lessons did come in handy.
Later in the show, the 13-year-old actress took home her first solo award for Best Actor in a Show, tearfully thanking her “second family,” the Stranger Things cast and crew, her mom and dad for “being so supportive,” and the Duffer Brothers “because they’ve created a badass female iconic character that I’ve got the honor to play.”
Kourtney Kardashian and Kendall Jenner Sport Skimpy Swimsuits on a Yacht in Cannes
Kourtney Kardashian is sunning in style while in Cannes, France, with sister Kendall Jenner.
The mother of three was spotted on a yacht wearing a high-cut Baywatch-inspired red swimsuit that she paired with dark sunglasses and a white dad hat. As for her younger sibling, Kendall rocked a sexy leopard-print one-piece and cat-eye sunglasses. The sisters later hopped off the yacht and hit the waves on a jet ski, with the 21-year-old model in the driver’s seat.
The Keeping Up With the Kardashians stars were joined by their pal, Simon Huck, who also escorted Kourtney, 38, to Jean-Michel Cousteau’s Wonders of the Sea event during the Cannes Film Festival on Sunday night. “We Cannes do no wrong,” Kourtney captioned a photo of herself posing next to Huck while wearing a sequin mini-dress. She was also spotted packing on some PDA with model Younes Bendjima.
The sisters’ summer is already off to a great start. Weeks prior to jetting off to France, Kourtney and sister Kim Kardashian West were vacationing in Mexico with their gal pals. Needless to say, the trip included a parade of stylish swimsuits. Check them out:
Wonderful parent award: Martie Todd Sirois, a mom in North Carolina, wrote an open letter to the clothing store Justice for making sure her gender nonconforming child could try on clothes safely and happily.
Her child, Charlie, doesn’t identify with any particular gender (and uses he/him pronouns) and feels “truly himself” when he’s in more traditionally feminine clothes. He had long admired Justice, a store that advertises itself as “just for girls,” and wanted to shop there. So she worked with other parents of gender nonconforming kids and with reps from the store to make sure Charlie could have the shopping experience of a lifetime, free of judgement.
After mentioning her concerns in a support group for parents of gender-nonconforming children, help starting pouring in to plan a shopping trip. One mother in the group actually showed up at the store to speak with a manager in person, while another purchased a gift card for Charlie.
One of the store’s managers, Stephnie, assured the family that “everyone is welcome at Justice.” Sirois wrote that on the Friday afternoon they arrived at the store, her son’s eyes were “huge and overwhelmed with possibilities.”
“With Stephnie, who basically took on the role of personal shopper for the evening, I felt completely safe,” Charlie’s mom said of the shopping spree. “There were only a few other customers in and out of the store, so it was mostly private, but I felt that if anyone said anything rude, she would intervene.”
They left the store with two bags filled with new clothes.
She wrote in the letter:
After getting a feel for what colors, textures, and patterns he liked, Stephnie showed us several possibilities, from sequined mini skirts to slim jeggings. My son LOVED them all. We went to the changing room, and my son couldn’t get those clothes on fast enough. Once that first outfit was on, he posed and admired himself in the mirror, spun around in circles to see the skirt poof out, and studied himself from all angles in every possible combination of outfits. It was pure joy. My son dropped his frequent doom and gloom look and suddenly sprang to life in these clothes. There was no denying he became a different, more confident, and happier child when wearing pretty things.
It’s also important to recognize that this is in North Carolina, land of HB2, where beautiful families like this one could so easily be turned away for not fitting into a box that’s already been checked for them. But that’s not what happened.
This is beautiful; every kid deserves a loving family who will support their expression and self-discovery like this, and it’s even better when there’s an unexpected ally helping out. I mean, just look at this face:
A post shared by Kourtney Kardashian (@kourtneykardash) on May 21, 2017 at 2:10pm PDT
The 38-year-old mother-of-two has been linked to the 24-year-old Algerian model since December 2016, but their public appearances together have been relatively rare – although they were spotted hanging together in Los Angeles earlier this month. A source told ET at the time that the two are “hooking up” but that the relationship is “not serious yet.”
Pensioner DJ Dizzy Twilight woos Britain's Got Talent judges
A retired registrar-turned-DJ has stunned the Britain’s Got Talent judges with her turn on the decks to win a place in the next stage of the competition.
Viewers saw 65-year-old Christine Tew whip off her beige cardigan and skirt to reveal a sequinned mini-dress as mixing decks were wheeled over to her by members of the stage crew.
The chorister, who goes by the name of DJ Dizzy Twilight, slipped on large headphones to spin tracks by Fatboy Slim, David Bowie and Frank Sinatra, as My Way provided judges Simon Cowell and David Walliams with the soundtrack for a slow dance.
The Britain’s Got Talent judges (Thames / Syco Entertainment)
After her audition, judge Alesha Dixon said: “If you need an MC… It doesn’t matter that you can’t mix, that was brilliant.”
Simon added: “I always say I can’t be surprised by these shows any more and you just mugged us.
“I thought we were going to get The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Music! You’re a little minx. It’s all about finding people who are interesting and different.”
The judges sent Christine through to the next round with four yeses.
Angara Contortion (Tom Dymond/Thames/Syco)
Another performer who impressed was 16-year-old Harry Gardener, who left judge Amanda Holden in tears and earned a standing ovation for his rendition of a song he wrote himself about his grandmother, who is suffering from Alzheimer’s.
Amanda said: “It really moved me. It takes real courage to put your vulnerability into a song.”
Gardener also landed four yeses from the judging panel.
Opera-singing father-and-daughter duo Martin, 47, and Faye, 10, also made it into the next round with their emotional performance of The Prayer, as did a choir of children aged between eight and 14, dubbed Perfect Pitch Creation, who sang I Wanna Be Like You and Bare Necessities from The Jungle Book.
Pitch Perfect Creation (Tom Dymond/Thames/Syco)
David praised them as “so charming,” while Simon said: “I like the idea of this choir, it’s fun. There is a step up you can go to.
“I’ve now watched The Jungle Book over a million times with Eric (his young son).”
Classical dancers Grace and Ali, who are a couple off-stage as well as on, moved the quartet of judges with their beautiful routine, with Dixon saying: “You are two of the most talented dancers we have seen. I was in awe of your talent.”
Enthusiastic hula-hooper John Parnell, who goes by the name of Hoop Guy also made it through, as did Russian quartet of female contortionists Angara Contortion, who flew over from their home country especially for the auditions.
John showing off his hoop skills ( Tom Dymond/Thames/Syco)
An impressionist who tries to recreate the voices of Sylvester Stallone, the Queen and Cowell also slipped into the next round, despite receiving four red buzzers.
David told Irshad Sheikh: “I thought it was funny, they were the least accurate impressions I’ve ever heard,” but he made it through with only Simon saying no.
Foursome The Boyz, who belted out hits Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) and We Will Rock You, and dancing robot Jay Wynn also made it through despite Cowell hitting the red buzzer.
Less successful were mother and daughter singing duo Maternal Instinct, who were cut off by Simon and told they sounded like “not very good wedding singers with so many bad habits” before they were sent home with four nos.
Britain’s Got Talent continues on ITV at 8pm on Saturday.
i:ll have you jnow i popped a large balloon in my room today (carpeted) and there was star shaped confetti inside it. i dont have a vacuum cl eaner so i spwnt 20 minutes picking up those fucking mini sequin stars by hand painstakingly. the broom did not help at all either