Carrie Fisher – Who I want to Fuck Today

I wasn’t sure what to do today but I have thoughts and I need to share them so I will. Carrie Fisher was remarkable for a lot of reasons and very few of them had to do with Star Wars. I wrote some about it here when I posted her years ago but it’s more than that. I know this year has not been great in a lot of ways but part of the reason this stings is because it is a woman who really didn’t come into her own until much later in life, until after the point most people would consider her peak. If you have never read one of Carrie Fisher’s books I would recommend it but read her stories or not, her story is important. Carrie Fisher very well could have been dead long before I was able to differentiate between Princess Leia and Carrie Fisher. There are lots of reasons for this, the pressures of growing up in an anything but normal household, of oppressive fame and the weight of expectations, of undiagnosed mental illnesses, of heavy drug use that was no doubt self medicating to fix all of that. The world can be hard and unforgiving, even for royalty, be it space royalty or Hollywood royalty. It can crush us and not everyone makes it through. There is no shame in that. But there is pride in fighting back and dragging yourself out. Which she did. Carrie Fisher saved her own life through grit, determination, her intelligence and her will. She could have been a Hollywood cautionary tale or maybe even worse a living punchline but she refused to be. Even though throughout the early 90’s it sure felt like people wanted to force her into the latter category she refused to let them with her wit and smarts she became an in demand script doctor and a writer and refused to let the world around her define her, she defined herself with her own pen. And of late it seems like most of the world woke up to what a acerbic delight she was, more clever and more canny than most people knew how to deal with. So it’s a tragedy she left so early when circumstances made us wait so long. She drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra. She will be greatly missed. Today I want to fuck Carrie Fisher.

I was rewatching Star Wars because… I realized I actually have not sat down and watched Star Wars in years and years. And by Star Wars I mean New Hope and then Empire and then Jedi. When I was a kid I used to watch them so often it was ridiculous but you know… something happened to cool my passion. We’ll not mention those though, I am sure there are people with fond memories of such things. Anyway, watching it got me thinking about Carrie Fisher because… I mean do I have to explain it? She’s in the movies. Little role called Princess Leia. You may have noticed all of these pictures are of her as Leia. Leia who is all kinds of cool because she was the fairy tale damsel in distress of course but she was also a badass who would grab a gun and shoot and managed to not flinch when staring down Space Nazis. So that’s pretty cool. But Carrie Fisher is like 10 kinds of cool as well in part because she was no Princess Leia. It turns out that the late 70’s were a bad time to become hyper famous and starting hanging out in apartments made of actual cocaine with Saturday Night Live cast members if you were an undiagnosed bipolar. But you know, things may have gotten derailed somewhere along the way but she faced down her demons and lived to tell the tale. That’s pretty fucking badass, too, especially when you realized no magical old men, Wookies, or twin brothers were going to show up to bail her out of this one. The result is now she is pretty hilarious and interesting to listen to and to read. She is funny, she is interesting, she is pretty cool. And man, in the early 1980’s when I walked into a movie theater with my dad? I thought she was maybe the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. So today I want to fuck Carrie Fisher.