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[realised_late]

So, sometimes I listen to some old music of mine and remember how much Marilyn Manson is responsible for the person I am today.

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[mohrje]

So do I. I don't know about you, but Mechanical Animals was more or less the soundtrack of my early to mid teenage years. If I listen to the songs now, they evoke the otherwise elusive, dark memories of Zoe's bedroom, from a horizontal perspective, with all the lyrical, philosophical or often inane writing, the drawing, the mess on the walls, the towers of clutter on the cork-tile floor, the tugging from both directions ache of being caught in the most painful, and yet the richest time of my life to date. I remember the blue/black night sky, the rough black tar road, the tea that Zoe made for me, and the comfort of a close and beloved confidant. I recall the feeling of wounded defiance, sneering at the adversaries within my small, closed anglican high school, I recall blood and water on white enamel, and on cream cloth bandage, and an oversized fire-engine red woolen jumper for my uniform, though most people opted for the royal blue. I know the smells of different types of blood, and faintly recall the smell of Zoe's room, and some of

[realised_late]

Mechanical Animals was it for practically a whole year for me, and yeah, tied very closely to Zoe's bedroom. I remember experimenting with pens and the creaky verandah that felt like it was about to collapse and the garden I never ended up exploring. I remember Zoe telling us that Glen and I could use these bamboo sticks to fight with and finding out after we'd smashed them down to splinters that they were her parents walking sticks from India or Nepal or wherever they had gone, and being nobody at my high school until graduation when all of a sudden everyone wanted to know me. The way I dress was always in me but it was Marilyn Manson that let me know it was okay for men to wear skirts and corsets as men, as opposed to being just men "dressing up" in women's clothes. Marilyn Manson is one of those artists who makes unloved people feel loved, and up until recently I had never had a hug quite as nice as the hug I felt listening to "The Nobodies

[mohrje]

Mmmm. I admire your bravely beskirted masculinity. You've had the MarilynManson-like effect of reminding *me* that wearing what I like does not spell DOOM. I know what you mean by having it in you... I feel I have as much choice about belonging in black and boots as I do about the colour of my skin (i.e. none - it's pallid or nothing). I tried to wear colours recently. I've been struggling with it for the last six months at university. Dressing vaguely normally reduces my superficial anxiety, but fills me with disappointment and yearning (pining for the fjords). Yay for the wonky stitches and little gold safety pins of defiance in the tattered black flag of self-realisation!!!

Why did everyone want to know you all of a sudden at your graduation? Hmph. I have felt like noone for a long time now.

[realised_late]

I dunno. Our high school was funny like that. Everyone suddenly grew up in grade 12 and dropped all the teenage bullshit. I had an alright grade, in the end, for the most part.

You've gotta wear what you wear. I often can't think of anything to say in conversation if I'm not wearing something I feel is interesting. Sometimes I just like to dress down and be lazy but I really feel more like a normal, centred person when I'm wearing bright colours and stockings.

We're having a picnic in New Farm park on Thursday from 2:30pm till late if you've got free time. Near the roses. There shall be pikelets with candied strawberries and almond-nut cream.

Ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dancing_beast]

I was in a rush the other day.... and I only just read this post rather quickly and moved on.....

At the time this is what I thought you said:
So, sometimes I listen to some old music of mine and remember how much Marilyn Monroe is responsible for the person I am today.

At the time I thought.... hmmm... that's funny.... I wonder how the hell leo was influenced by her...... and shut the computer off

but now I have time to read Live journal.... I understand......

I am a jackass:-)

Re: Ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[realised_late]

Yes! But your jackass-ness provided us with some fun, so it's good all round.