Authors: Lynn Waddell
Tags: #History, #Social Science, #United States, #State & Local, #South (AL; AR; FL; GA; KY; LA; MS; NC; SC; TN; VA; WV), #Cultural, #Anthropology
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4. The Other Wild Kingdom 91
5. Radical Rednecks 120
6. Spirits, Fairies, and a Blow-Up Mary 141
7. Swing State 171
8. Alien Riviera 185
9. Showtown’s Last Showman 200
10. Fringe on Fringe 225
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Strands of Fringe: Notes 259
Strands of Fringe: Selected Readings 265
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In 1998 I found myself standing fully clothed amid a herd of one hun-
dred sweaty, shirtless and, in too many cases, bottomless men at a
dumpy nudist campground in the wilds of Pasco County. Many were
videotaping every jiggle and crevice of the Miss Nude Florida contes-
tant on a makeshift stage. What a shot she was giving them. There in
the bright, hot Florida sun, skin gleaming with oil, the nubile woman
doubled over, rear to the crowd, showing everything but her uterus.
I’m no prude. I was a casino-beat newspaper reporter in Las Vegas
for five years. I was the script researcher for the motion-picture flop
Showgirls
and combed the seediest of strip clubs searching for a dancer
who wanted to be on a casino stage. But I was a little stunned, not to
mention creeped out, by the tongue-lolling amateur pornographers. I
had naively thought this was a nudist community in the purist sense,
which is why I showed up to write about the contest for Tampa’s alter-
native newspaper, then called the
Weekly
Planet
. On paper at least, I
found the event absurdly ironic given that nudism is touted to be about
accepting your body as it is, thin or fat, smooth or wrinkled. Not that
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I had ever visited a nudist environ, but I had envisioned nudists more
as scrawny men with graying hippie beards (of which there were some)
and patchouli-lathered women with sagging breasts (of which there
were none), kind of a throwback to the 1960s communes, the type of
people who would neither enter a beautiful-body contest nor, if they
did, win one.
Yet I was here, less than an hour from Disney World’s Cinderella
Castle and family-friendly beaches where children ride SpongeBob
SquarePants® boogie boards, watching young women giving vaginal
displays in broad daylight to a horde of horny nude men. Vegas sud-
denly seemed tame.
Such were my early days in exploring the subcultures, the fringe,
of Florida. I spent three years writing for that alternative paper, in-
terviewing everyone from a madam to a retired circus clown. In the
ten years that followed, I freelanced, which means, if one is to sur-
vive, taking on diverse assignments. I retraced the paths of 9-11 ter-
rorists for
Newsweek
, chased hurricanes for the
New
York
Times
, and yes, wrote buttery travel stories for state tourism guides. Along the
way I delighted in meeting oddball characters—a biker/hoarder with
sixty thousand comic books crammed into his tiny house, the Little
League mom who brings pet monkeys to her son’s games, the retiree
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who drives his Corvette eighty miles once a week to dance around in
women’s lingerie at an Ybor City nightclub. I came to realize Florida’s
uniqueness has less to do with its theme parks and beaches and more
to do with the unconventional lifestyles of those who live here.
The idea for this book came from the accumulation of my experi-
ences. Beyond sensational daily headlines, I want to introduce you to
unique lifestyles and guide you through places and events that you will
never read about in
Travel
&
Leisure
.
My use of the term “fringe” is not pejorative. These outside-the-
norm lifestyles are the decoration of Florida. On a map, the state even
looks like a fat piece of fringe dangling from the United States, divid-
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ing the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean, and unraveling into the
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I spent more than two years traversing America’s slice of fringe for
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this book. I interviewed sideshow folks, people with pet lions, and
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Spiritualists who communicate with the dead. I rode through Florida
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muck on a 13-foot-tall swamp buggy and attended taboo events the
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descriptions of which will no doubt make my parents cringe. I also read
almost every book and article I could find on the subjects in this book.
Given the underground nature of some, I mined unconventional re-
sources such as chat rooms and online forums, many of which required
me to register. My e-mail spam filters went into overdrive.
The result of my reporting and research is this collection of ten vi-
gnettes, snapshots of the state’s more iconic fringe lifestyles. They
span a variety of subjects. Not every chapter’s subject is sexual; in fact,
most are G-rated. There is even one on Florida’s unusual religious tour-
ist attractions.
Given the wealth of fringe in Florida, this book is certainly not a
compendium of all. There are countless other subcultures and new ones
spawning all the time. By necessity, I established some parameters to
determine what to include, or rather what to omit. Each subculture de-
scribed in this book is distinct in some significant way from its cousins
in other states. The lifestyles either originated in Florida or dwarf ones
elsewhere in size or prominence. For instance, San Francisco and Bos-
ton are hot spots for fetishists who dress up like horses, but Florida is
home to the International Pony Play Competition.
Although the chapters touch on seemingly disparate topics, the Flo-
ridians throughout this book have much in common. In some cases
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their interests cross and even morph. They fully immerse in their life-
style and are not mere hobbyists. Most weren’t born in Florida and
didn’t pursue their fringe with gusto, if at all, until after moving to the
Sunshine State.
This brings up the question I’ve asked and have been asked through-
out this project: Why Florida? Why do inhibitions seem to disappear at
the state line?
The simplest answer is the state’s sunny and mild year-round
weather invites it. After all, it’s pretty hard to be a full-time nudist or
year-round biker in snowy Montana.
The full answer, though, is much more complex and elusive. Florida’s
diverse population, tourism propaganda, and the predisposition of its
residents may all play roles.
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Consider that more than two-thirds of Floridians weren’t born here.