Is it just me or do you have to be a bit 'special' to work in a circus? Why would anyone want to be a clown for a living for example? Do you know anyone who works in a circus? How do they feel about it? Have you ever wanted to work in a circus?

JDInteractive said:

when I was a kid I wanted to be a trapeze artist...its a shame im scared of heights

When I was in college, one of the guys in my boyfriend's dorm ran away to join the circus. The circus was in town and their train was parked on some tracks near campus that were just down a hill from their dorm. He had been walking down there and met some of the circus folk and got a job with them and decided to leave with them on their whole tour.
We had a little party for him, to say goodbye on his last night before running away with the circus.

chillichocaholic said:

I feel for the tightrope guy. All he has to balance himself with is that beam. It looks horrifying. Which is the point to some extent I guess.

CarrieMpls said:

Nelly the Elephant?

JDInteractive said:

Terry the Tiger?

CarrieMpls said:

This aint no guessing game Lady.

JDInteractive said:

You started it.

CarrieMpls said:

I've put in your application form for the circus.

JDInteractive said:

ooh! Can I be the dancing bear?

CarrieMpls said:

You're already down for the balancing ball elephant.

JDInteractive said:

gosh. Where will I find a trunk on such short notice?

CarrieMpls said:

I will fashion you one in metal shop.

JDInteractive said:

Will you paint it pink, please? I must coordiante my outfit.

CarrieMpls said:

ran away for real and months later you found out? or he announced it before leaving?

I think that says something too, the reluctance to admit you WANT to join the circus!

CarrieMpls said:

I'm sorry but the circus does not allow for gay elephants.

I used to work in the circus.

I was a clown ( remember the guttersnipe who had the sad-expression & tear painted on his face and wore the suit made out of multi-colored patches? Well, you're looking at him.
Actually.....
you're looking at his post.....).
I worked with 30 other clowns. I remember we all used to carpool to work together
(obviously, the car was a compact ).
Overall, I guess the experience was pretty cool.
Eventually I had to leave when a tension began to build between me & my fellow merry-andrews.
See, the other clowns started giving me shit cuz I started a relationship with the bearded lady from the side-show act
& back then,
the circus was much more massively cliqueish than it is now. Therefore, those kinds of pairings were usually frowned upon ( regardles of whether they were painted on or not).
I later discovered that, at the same time that she was with me, the ho' was also sleeping around with half the other guys in our group.
And while I wouldn't say that she was the one true love in my life,
I did feel as though there was some strong feelings in the relationship,
not to mention, what I believed to be a certain kind of rare intimateness between us ( for example; for Christmas, I got her a battery-powered Norelco shaver with the battery compartment empty. When she mentioned that I had forgotten the batteries, I gently tugged on her beard & replied, "Oh no, I din'n....."
Now, while I know that that comment may sound excruciatingly corny to anyone out there whose got nothing else better to do right now with their empty life that they are still reading this over-winded and mindlessly meandering post of mine,
but the laughed she & I shared directly following that quip was stemmed from ( at least, what I interpreted to be)a unique chemistry that can only result from the intermingling of such circus folk as we were at the time [plus, before criticizing the humorlessness of it, please take into account that this all happened back during an era when the two major options of entertainment was either the circus or vaudeville, & I am sure that it will become clear how that kind of comment could've been percieved as a whole world funnier back then]).
While my feelings for her were genuine,
on her end, the bitch was just fake.
And I'm not alluding to only her personality.
As it turned out,
the whore's "curtains didn't match her carpeting".
I guess the cunt could've used the batteries after all.

Illustrator said:

Once a carnie, always a carnie.