Fairy Mercury: Freddie Mercury Lookalike, Tribute Artist & Live Entertainer

Fairy Mercury: The 70s Freddie Mercury Impersonator Who Captures the Magic of an Icon

The ever so elegant Fairy Mercury's 'personal journalist' (former arts & entertainment critic).

Yet an all-new article will soon be released. The article will be entitled the following:

Fairy Mercury: The 70s Freddie Mercury Impersonator Who Captures the Magic of an Icon

Here is a snippet from the article:

​​In the 1970s, Freddie Mercury's fashion choices were not only a reflection of the glam rock era but also an expression of his individuality. Freddie embraced bold, flamboyant, and androgynous styles that challenged norms and allowed him to stand out in a sea of rock stars. Fairy Mercury draws heavily from these iconic elements, often recreating Freddie’s famous outfits with incredible attention to detail.

Accompanying the article will be more artwork of Fairy by Russian ballet danseur Rudolf Pavlova. In the meantime, enjoy Fairy's campy write-up on banning 'Hugh Dickens' from the fan club site, as follows:

Exhausted Topic

(continued from end of blog post Fairy Mercury: Recreating 1970s Era Freddie Mercury)

I was secretively watching Rudy Pavlova dance. When we first met, I had told you honies about the entire ‘basement’ of his Cambridge estate being a dance studio. This is where all this took place.

(The below photo is of Rudolf Pavlova in his ‘private dance studio’ glam rock queen Fairy Mercury is referring to.)

He had jokingly emailed me under the guise of that foolish naughty boy name ‘Hugh Dickens’ and carried on like a cocky aristocrat trying to embarrass me over why it is I didn’t have a login page to my fan club site on my public site. The naughty tart, which I tend to be, couldn’t resist – well, just that – a little naughty teasing. So I replied back with something on the lines of 'OMG! How did you get my personal email?! You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing that out about the fan club login just because you’re upset over your misinterpretation of thinking I was implying your enormous well-endowed cock is an ‘exhausted topic’. On the teasing sexual banter went (I won’t reveal all that, dears, sorry! But it was very naughty! Sexual things we wanted to do to/with each other)

Anyway, a few days later (the day I was secretively watching him dance in his personal dance studio) I decided to text him to watch his reaction as he read what I texted. This is what I texted:

‘Mr. Huge Hugh Dick Dickens, I have personally decided to ban you from the fan club site!’

After about five minutes, the sexy perfect prince quit dancing and went over to a table, took a drink, then picked up his phone. Sitting on the floor, he started to laugh and then laid back onto the floor, laughingly saying something in Russian (how I wish I knew what it was, dears!!). He sat up calling for his valet, who entered, and he holds out his phone saying in his delectable broken English Russian accent, ‘she is silly creature. Thees ees too funny, yes? I text back sometheeng naughty. Where ees she, you know?’

His valet replies that he doesn’t know then laughs saying, 'This particular ongoing tease you two have never will get old; it's funny, Pavlova.' Rudy breathes, 'All on account I misunderstood English, my femmka’s words. I am pleased she found it veree funny.’ as he’s typing out obviously a text message to reply to what I sent.

He is such a naughty boy! This is what he texted: 'Exhaust it some more with those lusciously sensuous lips, baby. I am in dance studio waiting for your alluring, arousing presence. How long shall I wait? For you, forever’ I mean, what a perfect prince! I decided to be a bitch, dears! I waited nearly 10 minutes then slinked into view out from where I was, and playing up campy tart purred, 'Have you seen my phone, Rudy darling? I seem to have misplaced it.’ The expression on his face!! He looked so disappointed because it was too obvious he thought I was there to do what he texted … I started to feel as though I was in some sort of camp humour as foolishly Rudy hands me his phone breathing, ‘well then, you read thees and Ronnie old boy will go off to find your phone, yes?’ All I could bring myself to … purr … was ‘you’re so perfect, you’re not even real.’ He took my black-nailed left hand, kissed the back of it, breathing on it, ‘so are you and neither are you real.’

I wanted to die, dears. Again, campy – my bloody ringtone went off in my bag where I left it in the place I was watching him dance from. He pirouettes over to the area theatrically and reappears with my bag, broken English Russian accent saying, ‘eet appears what ees lost has been found, femmka!’ I felt embarrassed! I took my bag from him and hurried off.

I slinked off into the garden and sat. I saw I had another text which read: ‘I wait. I know how much you can not resist sucking my cock…’

Fairy's wind-swept 'prince' Russian ballet danseur Rudolf Pavlova

I mean … I just can’t … I texted: ‘the deletion of your fan club membership had now been completed. You might want to get a less obscene “name” and accept your cock is an exhausted topic’

The following day, Kaito forwarded onto me the email sent to the fan club email account:

That Fairy Mercury is a bitch! S/he bans me from fan club all because of the size of my cock. Insultingly calling it an exhausted topic! I demand retribution!'

Texted to me read: ‘It makes for good theatre. Deliciously naughty...’

More will be added to this new blog post soon, including an all-new article on the glam rock Killer Queen Fairy Mercury.