Meeting Henry Rollins
At one point, I felt as if I was being watched. I looked up to see Henry avert his eyes quickly. â€œOh!â€ I thought. â€œHe must have been reading my shirt.â€
When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I opted for a mastectomy and reconstruction. After one of many surgeries, my husband and I went to "Fangoria Weekend of Horrors":http://www.fangoria.com/special_events.php in Burbank, California. We had gold circle front-row, center-stage seats, ten feet away from the actors, directors, and writers.
I felt self-conscious about my breasts, but put on a T-shirt that celebrated my survivorship. I took my seat for the Wrong Turn II panel. The last panel member introduced was Henry Rollins. Henry was the one person I wanted to see at Fango. Iâ€™ve crushed on him ever since I saw his Spoken Word in San Diego.
At one point, I felt as if I was being watched. I looked up to see Henry avert his eyes quickly. â€œOh!â€ I thought. â€œHe must have been reading my shirt.â€ I was wearing a gray T-shirt with a yellow caution sign printed on the chest. On the caution sign, above a pink ribbon, it read, "Pardon our appearance while we are under reconstruction.â€
After the panel, we lined up for autographs. My husband and I walked as fast as my healing body would allowâ€”to stand in line! When Henry began talking to the person in front of us, I gave my camera to my husband. The female security guard next to me said, â€œPut your camera away.â€
â€œI want to get my picture with Henry,â€ I said.
â€œNot on my watch!â€ she snapped, squaring her shoulders.
My husband said, â€œLook, my thing is going to conventions. She goes with me because she loves me. This year, she really wanted to see Henry Rollins and get her picture taken with him. Why donâ€™t you let her do it?â€
â€œAinâ€™t gonna happen!â€ she said, widening her stance.
I touched my husbandâ€™s arm. â€œItâ€™s OK, honey,â€ I said.
â€œNo, itâ€™s not,â€ he said.
When my husband got to Henry, he said, â€œMy wife really wanted to have her picture taken with you. The guard just told her she couldnâ€™t. Is there any way she can?â€
Henry looked at me and said, â€œYeah. If you wait around until Iâ€™m done signing, Iâ€™ll do it.â€
â€œThanks,â€ said my husband. He told the guard. Henry confirmed it. She ushered us to a waiting area. â€œIâ€™ll get you when heâ€™s done,â€ she said.
â€œThanks.â€ I said.
After Henry signed a poster for the last person in line, he lifted the black curtain separating him from us, and waved me over. â€œPlease sit,â€ he said. I sat next to him. He leaned into me and I into him. My husband took three shots, looking at each and shaking his head. He changed the setting on the camera, took one more shot, checked the image, and smiled. I had my picture.
â€œThis means a lot to me," I said. "Thank you so much."
â€œNo problem,â€ he said. â€œGlad to do it."