Who is Sister Krissie, The Impeccably Demure?I was born Anne Kristine Stuart and always went by my middle name, Krissie, hence the confusion on what to call me. I answer to just about everything, including Divine Mistress.
I always had a weakness for nuns, probably because I wasn’t Catholic. When I was in my teens I made myself a nun’s habit out of my best friend’s linen curtains (shades of Scarlett O’Hara) and wore it to rock concerts. All went well until I was in Waltham, Massachusetts to hear an obscure folk singer. I was sitting in a diner in full regalia, eating a cheeseburger, when I realized it was Friday. Oh, the horror! I put the thing down and ran. But I’ve kept the “sister” part because I believe that we’re all sisters, even the men.
The demure part came from a lovely man, who when he didn’t know me, referred to me as a demure young lady. Those who know me know just how demure I am, but I rather like the thought that someone, long ago, thought I was shy and well-behaved.
What about Princess Rotunda?My belly-dancing name. I took lessons when I lived in New York, made myself a costume complete with veils and jangling beads and finger cymbals and danced to the Yardbirds singing “Over Under Sideways Down.” I kept on until I threw out my back belly dancing on the town green for the Bicentennial (1976). Nowadays I’m much more sedate, except when nobody’s looking.
Heard You Were A Singer Too?
I was most definitely a wild child. I used to play and sing country music—some of my best songs had bizarre titles like “Rhinestones and Country Music,”, “I Ain’t a-Gonna Be Your Snuff Queen No More” and “At Your Daddy’s Roadside Truckstop.” I had a good voice back then, and when I went to hear bands I knew they’d drag me on stage. One of my fondest memories was singing “Hunka Hunka Burnin’ Love” on the stage at Ray and Lucy’s Diner, wearing a slinky red dress as the entire beer-guzzling, redneck crowd hooted and hollered their approval.
Any New Music Obsessions?
J-rock. My god do I love Japanese rock and roll! I discovered it by accident one year when I took my daughter Kate to Otakon, the huge convention for Anime lovers in Baltimore. I’d wander around admiring the fabulous costumes, and Kate suggested I go watch a film of X-Japan’s last concert. And life as I knew it changed.
I fell in love with them, not just because Yoshiki is gorgeous and hide (prounounced hee-day) breaks my heart, but because the music is utterly glorious. Alive in the way rock was alive back in the early 70s, in the heyday of the Who and Jefferson Airplane and the Grateful Dead and The Band. I lived for rock back then, going to every concert I could, and I haven’t felt this passionate since then.
And man, are they pretty! But pretty can only take you so far, and the music can be absolutely phenomenal. Check it out.
And About Those Tattoos?
There are times when the legend outpaces the truth. I have just one tattoo, on my shoulder in the shape of a butterfly (though I may get another eventually—my sister has about seven).
I got it the weekend of Woodstock. I lived for music, but I didn’t want to go to Woodstock, because I’d heard there would be 50,000 people there (and there turned out to be anywhere from four to 10 times that amount!) So instead I got on the Long Island Railroad (the only time) and went out to Amityville, Long Island (home of the Amityville Horror) and got the tattoo. They sprayed my arm with alcohol in a Windex ™ bottle, then covered it up afterwards with a paper towel attached with masking tape. Lucky I don’t have Hepatitis (it was too early for AIDS).
I was 21, young and sassy. I had it touched up about five years ago when it was getting all faded. Lemme tell you, tattoos hurt a lot more at 45 than at 21.
A Video Game Fascination?
Video games are gorgeous. I used to play the various version of Mario and Zelda until carpal tunnel started to hit my hands, and I knew I could either write and sew or write and play video games, and since my kids always howled when I played games I went with the sewing. I still like to watch when my kids play, and while my wicked daughter took her PS2 to Philadelphia, I’m trying to resist buying my own version. I love role playing games and the gorgeous characters. Final Fantasy in particular—Cloud and Vincent Valentine and Titus and Sephiroth. Sigh. What more could a girl ask for? And I love the dress-up dolly fun of FF X-2, even if I could never play it well enough to get to the happy ending.
Another great one is Bujingai, modelled after the great Gackt, my favorite J-rock solo artist. He climbs walls, bounced from pillar to post with a really big sword. I just wish I had the Japanese version with his voice.
Right now I’ve fallen madly in love with a minor villain from FF 7. I didn’t discover him until I saw the movie, Final Fantasy: Advent Children (based on the game) and saw Reno, one of the Turks, a very naughty boy indeed. Since I couldn’t actually steal him, I created a character was modeled himself after Reno and put him in Ice Blue. He might even get his very own book.
So that means I really have to buy a PS2 for myself, doesn’t it?
Any Other Hobbies?
I love to sew. I go back and forth between making clothes and quilts—quilts are more satisfying because they always fit, but then, you can’t drag them around with you. I should be ashamed of myself—I’m so far from a perfectionist that most people would sneer. But I love fabric, I love the colors and the designs and the feel of them, and I love tossing them together. I’m not a real quilter because I finish everything (most “real” quilters have a stash of UFO’s (unfinished objects), but you know, if I didn’t finish things I’d never be a writer.
Nowadays I’m making strange and wonderful art to wear—some of it’s ghastly, some of it’s gorgeous. I mean, how else can I get a jacket with a picture of Gackt or Yoshiki on it?