Thursday, 20 October 2011
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Det här är inte ett inlägg fött ur desperation, det är en distanserad betraktelse
Jag kan inte tala. Jag vet att jag inte kan tala, även fast jag kan. Det bor en annan person inom mig, instängd. Som inte alltid kan ta sig ut och då det blir det ”jag vet inte”. Det är inte alltid det att jag inte vet. Ibland är det att jag inte vet, ibland är orden bara ett försvar. När man säger dem får man inga fler frågor. Tre små ord som ingenting betyder. Jag vill komma nära. Jag har alltid velat komma nära, men det är alldeles för nära för att fungera. Jag sätter gränserna själv och vet inte ens varför jag sätter dem. Samtidigt vet jag. Om ingen kommer nära behåller jag min distans. Om ingen kommer nära slipper jag känna. Min kapacitet att ibland inte känna är den största anledningen till att jag finns kvar här idag. Jag skriver bättre än jag talar. Nu för tiden talar jag väl, förut talade jag som ett brådmoget barn, innan det talade jag inte alls. Jag skriver bättre än jag talar ändå. Jag har vänner som säger att jag är en annan person i skrift. Det oroar mig. Vem är den riktiga mig, i sådana fall? Jag har vänner som säger att mitt skriftliga jag är så kallt, aggressivt, direkt, sarkastiskt. Jag tycker mest att mitt skriftliga jag är besatt, tvångsmässigt. Med andra personer blir jag en annan person. Jag låtsas inte bli någon annan, utan jag blir det på riktigt. Den fnittrande, nöjda, lite osäkra, positiva, knasiga är också jag. Jag kan vara så när jag är ensam med. Fast när jag är ensam märks det knappt för tvångsmässigheten. För det kalla, hårda, aggressiva. Lycka är ingen djupt förankrad egenskap hos mig. Den fladdrar bara på ytan. Jag måste kämpa för att ankra fast den ordentligt. Ibland är allting samma sak och ingen skillnad finns. Ibland uppstår total upplösning, sönderdelning, sönderfall. Jag är lite överallt hela tiden. Jag är många olika saker. Det är så det ska vara, men jag orkar inte. Det kanske är så att allt är samma sak, men bara delar syns. Toppen av ett isberg. Så varför syns inte allt? Varför kan inte hela mig tala? Det bor en annan person inom mig, instängd. Hon kan inte alltid ta sig ut, men ibland kan hon det. Det lätta flyter på ytan och syns för alla. Det jag faktiskt bryr mig om kommer fram när jag litar på dig. Mitt skriftliga jag sidor låses oväntat upp av olika personer som råkar besitta olika kvaliteter som kan locka fram en sida, men bara en i taget. Många har sett något, men ingen har sett allt. Men inget går att pressa fram. Det är viktigt att komma ihåg det. Jag stryps på en gång. Var försiktig. Döm och håna inte, och du ska få se mer än vad du tror. Jag kan vara mitt skriftliga jag öga mot öga med dig då, tillslut. Bland annat. Jag behöver bara tid och en brottningsmatch med min hjärna. Tillslut står jag där, med insidan på utsidan. Många har sett något, men ingen har sett allt. Vill du se allt hjälper det bara om jag skriver till dig. Att ingen tänkt på det. Om livet var delvis skriftligt skulle allt vara mycket lättare.
Friday, 14 October 2011
Puppet
I'm moving all my old short stories to this blog, one by one, and will post them here instead in the future. I wrote this in 2009.
It’s time for surgery and Jack is pumped full of drugs and his supposed to drift away, but for some reason he dos not. His head is perfectly clear, although he can not speak nor move. He is very frightened, and feels like as if he is going to vomit due to the pain caused by the surgeons trying to cut the outgrowth from his flesh. Suddenly, the pain easies as he feels himself separate from the organism and finally he feels a freedom he has never felt before. He is cold, hungry, tired and in a great deal of pain, but there is nothing stuck on him anymore. Suddenly, a sense of alarm strikes him. He can not se. He could before, but now his sight is gone. As he tries to move his limbs, he feels that he no more has them. He is tiny, solid and round. Trying not to panic, Jack is trying to speak. Upon hearing hissing sounds come out of what is probably supposed to be his mouth, he is losing his clarity of mind. Screaming loudly, Jack hears the following words: “It is screaming! It is screaming! What kind of dreadful creature is this! For Christ’s sake, kill it! Who cares about the scientists studying it, it might kill you! It’s dangerous! Look what it’s done to poor Jack! He is already dead!”
Upon hearing this, Jack is experiencing the greatest confusion he has ever felt in his twenty-four years long life. He is trying to puzzle the pieces together, wriggling his round little body in panic. Then, there is nothing.
Jack is standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying his best to stop the seemingly endless stream of blood coming from his nose. Nosebleed, again? Jack wonders if there is something wrong with his nose. A childhood friend of his had very sensitive veins in his nose, Jack recalls. Every time he as much as touched his nose a little too hard, or if someone else bumped into it, a massive stream of warm red blood would start to flow from it. It would not stop for nearly an hour. Later in his life, Jack’s friend had to go through a medical procedure which involved burning the veins slightly, in order to make the bleeding stop. Jack remembers that his friend’s description of this procedure in class the next day disgusted him greatly. Now Jack is wondering whether he might have a more mild case of the same condition. He decides for himself that he probably does not, but he had been bleeding from his nose every day in an entire week, which really started to worry him. He pokes another piece of paper into his nose in order to soak up the blood, but it keeps on flowing. He pushes the piece of paper in deeper, and suddenly he feels an excruciating pain spread rapidly trough his body. He falls to the ground, passes out and wakes up on the cold stone floor about half an hour later. This settles it, he thinks to himself. I’m going to the darn doctor.
After the visit to the doctor, Jack is feeling even more confused and terrified than he did before. When he told the doctor about the horrible pain he had felt, the doctor wondered if he might have pushed the paper in way to deep, perhaps all the way to his brain. This was of course very unlikely, the doctor pointed out, but he still wanted to examine Jack’s nose to make sure that no damage had come to it. After looking up his nose with a flashlight and a peculiar looking instrument for a while, the doctor suddenly had a rather disturbed look on his face, and he told Jack that he had some sort of outgrowth deep inside his nose which the doctor could not indentify. He had probably pushed the paper too hard into it, which had caused the excruciating pain that caused him to pass out. He was to send him to another doctor, some kind of specialist, in the closest few days since this appeared to be a rather acute matter.
Now Jack is sitting in his car on the way back home, fearing that he has some kind of strange cancer.
The next day did not bring much clarity to the situation. Due to his recently acquired fear of strange diseases and a pain that he may or may not be feeling from the strange outgrowth (he is not perfectly sure, it could all be placebo), he had called in sick early in the morning. Right now, Jack is standing in front of the bathroom mirror again, trying to see the dreadful, disgusting thing that apparently existed inside of his nose. He is holding his head in the most awkward positions and waving a flashlight about in order to see the inside of his nose properly. Then he notices it, and cringes with disgust. Deep inside his nose there is a nearly half-moon-shaped formation, that seems to be made of pink flesh and has large visible veins running all over it, not much unlike spider web. Jack swears to himself. Well, of course it hurts, he thinks. I have some sort of monstrous tumour in my nose. He suddenly thinks it might be a good idea to try and poke it in order to see if it falls of, and doing so he once again falls to the bathroom floor, fainted. Jack awakes, and thinks to himself not to ever try and poke this thing again. The pain that comes out of it is not of this world. It is as if all of his body hurts, even though the outgrowth is only a tiny bulb inside his nose. Jacks ponders to himself, and finds that this thing probably has nerves running from it to all parts of his body, that it is connected and intertwined with every single part of him, and that by trying to get rid of it himself he might seriously screw up his nerve system. He decides to leave it be. However, Jack also makes an interesting observation. The pain seems to be at its strongest in the outgrowth, which means that it is made out of his own flesh and blood. And furthermore, the pain in it highly resembles what most people would call a headache, even though it is not technically inside his head. At the same time, his actual brain is merely suffering the same kind of pain that the rest of his body does. This fact confuses Jack greatly, but he decides to ignore it for now and tell the specialist doctor about it later on.
Jack spends the afternoon thinking about his childhood. He remembers that he always felt very left out, like as if he could not understand the other children. He had always had to study other people a lot in order to be able to appear normal to them. The only people who actually wanted to hang out with him were geeks, like his childhood friend with the nosebleed. His childhood friend who he now is sure he does not have the same condition as. He starts imagining that he is actually a different species, one with a strange nerve system centred in its nose. An alien, perhaps. Perhaps he can do extraordinary things. Or perhaps he just read too much science fiction as a child. Jack starts to get annoyed with himself, and decides to go to sleep.
The next visit, four days after the first one, determines that the outgrowth is definitely not cancer. The specialist had taken a small sample of the outgrowth, but this had caused a pain so strong that Jack had never felt anything like it before in his life. It felt like someone took a piece of him, a piece very vital for his function, and it hurt about as much as you imagine it would if someone spontaneously ripped your leg off. Jack passes out, and the greatly worried specialist called the IR. Now Jack awakes, sitting on a hospital bed with needles in the bends of his arms. The specialist is telling him that he apparently has some kind of until now unheard of parasite in his nose, and every time it is hurt it releases alien hormones in his body causing the excruciating pain he feels. It must be removed as soon as possible, and the hospital is currently flying in a specialist team from Belgium. Jack is still feeling awfully hurt and very nauseous, and that strange feeling of a missing body part has not yet left him. Weak and scared out of his mind he is leaning back against the bed. Jack is asking the specialist if there is a chance that he might die. The specialist looks at him with a very serious face and says: “I’m afraid there is.”
It’s time for surgery and Jack is pumped full of drugs and his supposed to drift away, but for some reason he dos not. His head is perfectly clear, although he can not speak nor move. He is very frightened, and feels like as if he is going to vomit due to the pain caused by the surgeons trying to cut the outgrowth from his flesh. Suddenly, the pain easies as he feels himself separate from the organism and finally he feels a freedom he has never felt before. He is cold, hungry, tired and in a great deal of pain, but there is nothing stuck on him anymore. Suddenly, a sense of alarm strikes him. He can not se. He could before, but now his sight is gone. As he tries to move his limbs, he feels that he no more has them. He is tiny, solid and round. Trying not to panic, Jack is trying to speak. Upon hearing hissing sounds come out of what is probably supposed to be his mouth, he is losing his clarity of mind. Screaming loudly, Jack hears the following words: “It is screaming! It is screaming! What kind of dreadful creature is this! For Christ’s sake, kill it! Who cares about the scientists studying it, it might kill you! It’s dangerous! Look what it’s done to poor Jack! He is already dead!”
Upon hearing this, Jack is experiencing the greatest confusion he has ever felt in his twenty-four years long life. He is trying to puzzle the pieces together, wriggling his round little body in panic. Then, there is nothing.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Tavelklänningar/Dresses with painting prints
Jag älskar tavelklänningar. Det är lite som om en naken brud sprang in på ett museum, hittade en tavla att skyla sig med och ba kom på: "Men guuuu va snyggt, den här kan jag ha som balklänning!".
I love dresses with painting prints. They sort of feel like as if some naked chick ran into a museum, found a painting to cover up with, and then goes "OMG so pretty, I can use this as an evening dress!" (This sounds a lot more fun in Swedish for some reason.)
Anyhow, that's why I'm going to buy one. Or several.
I love dresses with painting prints. They sort of feel like as if some naked chick ran into a museum, found a painting to cover up with, and then goes "OMG so pretty, I can use this as an evening dress!" (This sounds a lot more fun in Swedish for some reason.)
Anyhow, that's why I'm going to buy one. Or several.
All pictures are from Juliette et Justine.
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Day 6 -18
Day 6 – Handwrite your favourite lyric and take a picture.
I'm just doing what the challenge tells me to.
And if the challenge told you to jump off a cliff, would you do that too?
Err, probably not.
These are my favorite lyrics, I guess. Sex Gang Children's "Arms of Cicero". I haven't written the last part because I cannot for the sake of my life figure out what Andi sings there. If you can, please help me.
As huge a fan as I am of their sound on Song and Legend, this song has some pretty fantastic lyrics that I can't get out of my head. I mean, the lyrics on Song and Legend are awesome too, but this... This is mindfuck. And still so beautiful. Lyrics like this with a Song and Legend sound, though... If something like that existed, I'd probably burst out in tears of joy or something.
Also, on another note... Why do SO MANY goth songs contain the words walk away?
I mean this, Play Dead, SoM, even gothy new wave band Sys of Choi... Is walking away just a super goth thing to do, or what?
I'm also really fond of everything that Chrissie McGee of Bone Orchard has ever written. Can you tell I like slightly surreal stuff?
And as you can see, my handwriting is weird.
Day 7 – Ten of your favourite goth bands.
Just goth ones? Just ten? Okay, I'll try only putting bands that have made a large portion of goth music here. It might border into postpunk anyhow, 'cause that's how I roll.
Bone Orchard
Shall I Carry the Budgie Woman?
Stopping at the mouth
With leather corks
Reviving dead friendships
In a vegetable patch
As mentioned above in 6. I love love love them. Mancre! is fantastic too, probably would have posted it if I could find it on youtube.
Strike, storm the pause!
Like this is it, with daggers drawn
Stabbing like this, below the heart
With straining nylon ribs
Of dampened cellophane
A knife for a knife
She's kind as a rule
She wears me like a garther
Hell, I could quote the whole song. Or I would if I could, I can't make out a word a few seconds after this ends. Come to think of it, if I could make out the words, perhaps these would be my favourite lyrics. Someone with better hearing, please help me?
Sex Gang Children
State of Mind
Yes. Dear god yes. Beautiful and slightly chaotic.
Blood and Roses
(Okay, I know they're not *super* goth, but also peace punk, blah blah punk, what have you. I'm no genre expert, don't throw rocks at me. I just felt I needed to put them here. Don't say they've never made a goth song, or I will hide outside your window and play "Necromantra" for you every time you try to sleep for the next year or so.)
The Tower Falls
These are pretty new to me, only listened to them for a year or so... But I've had all of their songs on repeat many many times and I never seem to get tired of them. Awesome guitarr, awesome lyrics, a slight Aleister Crowley obsession.
The Virgin Prunes
(Also not *super* goth, please cease the rock-throwing.)
Twenty Tens
They are long time favourites of mine, I've loved them since I was 14 and I keep liking them more and more for each year.
13th Chime
Cuts of Love
These are lovely.
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Israel
The first band I ever loved. Heheheh.
Look Back In Anger
Flowers
Ausgang
This is Where I Was Meant to Fall
The Dancing Did
Badger boys
Danielle Dax
(Also not *super* goth most of the time, but the video below totally is.)
Pariah
Gosh, I love her music. And her hair used to be so amazing.
Day 8 – What's your worst and best experience with non-Goths?
Well, since I don't only hang out with goths, both some of my best and some of my worst experiences has been with people who can't fucking stand goth music. I've fallen in love with non-goths, had fantastic friendships with non-goths, had acts of unexpected kindness done to me by non-goths, been lied to and betrayed by non-goths, been cheated on by non-goths, been bullied for many, many years to the point of total breakdown by non-goths.
Oh, I'm just messing with you. I realise that this means "what are the best/worst things that happened with non-goths due to you being a goth", I just have a disturbing sense of humour. And none of these things happened to me because I was a goth.
The best... I dunno. People telling me how cool I look. And variations on that. People giving me stuff (I've gotten earrings, necklaces, puzzles...). People holding up doors for me. People just seem to have a nicer attitude towards me when I look goth. Hahah, no, really! When I dress down and try to look "normal", shady guys grab my ass and I get cat-called. When I dress cutesy, people become assholes-of-doom, or at least stop me everywhere by grabbing my shoulders only to ask me really stupid questions. You'd think it'd be the other way around, no? But it isn't. People respect me when I have teased hair, red lips and winklepickers. God knows why.
The worst... Noone has ever done anything really bad to me because of the whole goth thing. People have acted like assholes when I've dressed all cute and colorful, but when I look like a goth.... Noone acts rude towards me, or any ruder than they would to any other young female at least. No idea of why. I guess swedes just love goths?
Day 9 – What genre of music do you dislike?
Err... I'm not sure I dislike any genre. There are plenty of genres I don't like, but it's not dislike, it's this neutral can't-be-bothered-ness. I guess I dislike schlager?
Day 10 – What do you hate and love about the subculture?
What I love:
The music, first and foremost! Duh. It's beautiful. The only other kind of music I like as much is postpunk. And if you say that goth and postpunk are the same thing, I will bite your nose 'til it bleeds, then lecture you to hell and back. They are indeed similiar, but not the same thing. As I have tried explain to many a drunk goth or synthpop or industrial fan at parties. (And by industrial fan I don't mean a device that fans, which is used in industries, but a person who likes industrial music.)
I've met some really awesome people due to a shared interest in this kind of music too, which is awesome.
I love the way most people in the subculture, even posers, assholes and total newbies, tend to have incredibly awesome hair. The world need more awesome hair.
That the goths who don't fall into the categories mentioned below in "what I hate" are usually really nice and have an excellent sense of humour and know to make fun of themselves.
That the genre never fucking dies. It can go horrible, then great, then horrible again, but it never disappears. It is incredibly stubborn, no? I like stubborn things.
What I "hate" (Such a strong word!):
Misconceptions in the media. All the "goth-specialist" culture critics who wouldn't know real goth music if it bit them in the ass.
Posers who tell me I'm not goth for not having a deathhawk.
How some people are really arrogant and still so sensitive about the subculture. How they act all "gother than thou", but can't tolerate being questioned themselves. How they go up to anyone with teased hair and accuse them of being a hipster who probably has never even heard the Banshees, but then has no idea about the actual history of goth music themselves. True story bro.
Lack of diversity in visuals. Deathrockers are super pretty, I can't stress this enough, but it's not for everyone and the way everyone seems to be wearing ripped tights intead of shirts and pants, underbust corsets, contrasting neon colors and have meter-high deathhawks in this country is making people think that this is all that goth is, and that anything unlike it is "not troo". Also, I want to see teased hair in other styles than deathhawks. Please, be creative. Make me happy.
Also, bad modern "deffrawk" bands that sound like electropop gone wrong. Ugh.
Day 11 – Is Goth a lifestyle for you?
In a way it is. I mean, the music is a pretty big part of my life, I listen to it pretty much every day. Also, I really like the aesthetics, not just with clothes, but with art, interior decorating... (I'm not talking frilly *gothic* aesthetics here though, but rawer, more surreal ones. Think of the cover art to "Pornography".) It's like there's always a little piece of the subculture with me all the time. OMG I sound like the biggest dork ever.
However, it's not all I like nor all I do.
Day 12 – What's your gothic inspiration?
Music-wise, see 7. Duh.
Fashion wise, I get inspiration from looking at clothes in stores, people's outfits, makeing stuff up on my own... My favourite way of shopping is going into a second hand store, finding something incredibly ugly, deciding to put it on to see how stupid it will look, falling in love with the damned thing and realising it looks awesome on me and instantly coming up with 15 different outfits that go with it. That's how I get most of my fashion-ideas.
Also, this tumblr makes me to horrible, wonderful things to my hair: http://nowthisisgothic.tumblr.com/
Day 13 – What was your first band t-shirt?
A The Cure t-shirt. I actually don't own that many band t-shirts.
Day 14 – What was your best and worst DIY disaster.
I don't DIY much. I've only altered straps and sleeves and the like, and it's always gone well.
Day 15 – Your favourite or most expensive item in your wardrobe.
The most expenive one is my Innocent World winter coat. (Though mine is black.)
But we're talking goth compatible stuff here, no? (Although wearing my IW coat with trad goth stuff due to lack of a warmer winter coat has earned me many a compliment, strangely enough.)
That would make it this corset from Morgana Femme Couture:
My favourite however cost me like $15 so expensive really does not equal favourite haha. It's this skirt:
Day 16 – What's the most casual you've ever dressed?
I dress casual all the time. Black pants or pencil skirt, black top, leatherjacket, zero makeup = me 4-5 days a week. I don't know where this nonsense about goths being super dressy all the time comes from?
Day 17 – Your favourite Goth brand.
I don't like most "goth brands". Their stuff is usually terrible of both quality and design, and honestly not even particulary goth looking. I thrift a lot and possibly alter stuff a bit. And I buy from independent designers. The only goth brand I care for at all is Alice Auaa. 30% of their stuff is tacky as hell, 30% is complete utter brilliance and 40% too uglypretty not to like.
Day 18 – Worst hair experience.
Ehh... I don't know. I guess when my hair refuses to stand up where it's supposed to? Or combing out teased hair? I've never really had a super bad hair experience.
I'm just doing what the challenge tells me to.
And if the challenge told you to jump off a cliff, would you do that too?
Err, probably not.
These are my favorite lyrics, I guess. Sex Gang Children's "Arms of Cicero". I haven't written the last part because I cannot for the sake of my life figure out what Andi sings there. If you can, please help me.
As huge a fan as I am of their sound on Song and Legend, this song has some pretty fantastic lyrics that I can't get out of my head. I mean, the lyrics on Song and Legend are awesome too, but this... This is mindfuck. And still so beautiful. Lyrics like this with a Song and Legend sound, though... If something like that existed, I'd probably burst out in tears of joy or something.
Also, on another note... Why do SO MANY goth songs contain the words walk away?
I mean this, Play Dead, SoM, even gothy new wave band Sys of Choi... Is walking away just a super goth thing to do, or what?
I'm also really fond of everything that Chrissie McGee of Bone Orchard has ever written. Can you tell I like slightly surreal stuff?
And as you can see, my handwriting is weird.
Day 7 – Ten of your favourite goth bands.
Just goth ones? Just ten? Okay, I'll try only putting bands that have made a large portion of goth music here. It might border into postpunk anyhow, 'cause that's how I roll.
Bone Orchard
Shall I Carry the Budgie Woman?
Stopping at the mouth
With leather corks
Reviving dead friendships
In a vegetable patch
As mentioned above in 6. I love love love them. Mancre! is fantastic too, probably would have posted it if I could find it on youtube.
Strike, storm the pause!
Like this is it, with daggers drawn
Stabbing like this, below the heart
With straining nylon ribs
Of dampened cellophane
A knife for a knife
She's kind as a rule
She wears me like a garther
Hell, I could quote the whole song. Or I would if I could, I can't make out a word a few seconds after this ends. Come to think of it, if I could make out the words, perhaps these would be my favourite lyrics. Someone with better hearing, please help me?
Sex Gang Children
State of Mind
Yes. Dear god yes. Beautiful and slightly chaotic.
Blood and Roses
(Okay, I know they're not *super* goth, but also peace punk, blah blah punk, what have you. I'm no genre expert, don't throw rocks at me. I just felt I needed to put them here. Don't say they've never made a goth song, or I will hide outside your window and play "Necromantra" for you every time you try to sleep for the next year or so.)
The Tower Falls
These are pretty new to me, only listened to them for a year or so... But I've had all of their songs on repeat many many times and I never seem to get tired of them. Awesome guitarr, awesome lyrics, a slight Aleister Crowley obsession.
The Virgin Prunes
(Also not *super* goth, please cease the rock-throwing.)
Twenty Tens
They are long time favourites of mine, I've loved them since I was 14 and I keep liking them more and more for each year.
13th Chime
Cuts of Love
These are lovely.
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Israel
The first band I ever loved. Heheheh.
Look Back In Anger
Flowers
Ausgang
This is Where I Was Meant to Fall
The Dancing Did
Badger boys
Danielle Dax
(Also not *super* goth most of the time, but the video below totally is.)
Pariah
Gosh, I love her music. And her hair used to be so amazing.
Day 8 – What's your worst and best experience with non-Goths?
Well, since I don't only hang out with goths, both some of my best and some of my worst experiences has been with people who can't fucking stand goth music. I've fallen in love with non-goths, had fantastic friendships with non-goths, had acts of unexpected kindness done to me by non-goths, been lied to and betrayed by non-goths, been cheated on by non-goths, been bullied for many, many years to the point of total breakdown by non-goths.
Oh, I'm just messing with you. I realise that this means "what are the best/worst things that happened with non-goths due to you being a goth", I just have a disturbing sense of humour. And none of these things happened to me because I was a goth.
The best... I dunno. People telling me how cool I look. And variations on that. People giving me stuff (I've gotten earrings, necklaces, puzzles...). People holding up doors for me. People just seem to have a nicer attitude towards me when I look goth. Hahah, no, really! When I dress down and try to look "normal", shady guys grab my ass and I get cat-called. When I dress cutesy, people become assholes-of-doom, or at least stop me everywhere by grabbing my shoulders only to ask me really stupid questions. You'd think it'd be the other way around, no? But it isn't. People respect me when I have teased hair, red lips and winklepickers. God knows why.
The worst... Noone has ever done anything really bad to me because of the whole goth thing. People have acted like assholes when I've dressed all cute and colorful, but when I look like a goth.... Noone acts rude towards me, or any ruder than they would to any other young female at least. No idea of why. I guess swedes just love goths?
Day 9 – What genre of music do you dislike?
Err... I'm not sure I dislike any genre. There are plenty of genres I don't like, but it's not dislike, it's this neutral can't-be-bothered-ness. I guess I dislike schlager?
Day 10 – What do you hate and love about the subculture?
What I love:
The music, first and foremost! Duh. It's beautiful. The only other kind of music I like as much is postpunk. And if you say that goth and postpunk are the same thing, I will bite your nose 'til it bleeds, then lecture you to hell and back. They are indeed similiar, but not the same thing. As I have tried explain to many a drunk goth or synthpop or industrial fan at parties. (And by industrial fan I don't mean a device that fans, which is used in industries, but a person who likes industrial music.)
I've met some really awesome people due to a shared interest in this kind of music too, which is awesome.
I love the way most people in the subculture, even posers, assholes and total newbies, tend to have incredibly awesome hair. The world need more awesome hair.
That the goths who don't fall into the categories mentioned below in "what I hate" are usually really nice and have an excellent sense of humour and know to make fun of themselves.
That the genre never fucking dies. It can go horrible, then great, then horrible again, but it never disappears. It is incredibly stubborn, no? I like stubborn things.
What I "hate" (Such a strong word!):
Misconceptions in the media. All the "goth-specialist" culture critics who wouldn't know real goth music if it bit them in the ass.
Posers who tell me I'm not goth for not having a deathhawk.
How some people are really arrogant and still so sensitive about the subculture. How they act all "gother than thou", but can't tolerate being questioned themselves. How they go up to anyone with teased hair and accuse them of being a hipster who probably has never even heard the Banshees, but then has no idea about the actual history of goth music themselves. True story bro.
Lack of diversity in visuals. Deathrockers are super pretty, I can't stress this enough, but it's not for everyone and the way everyone seems to be wearing ripped tights intead of shirts and pants, underbust corsets, contrasting neon colors and have meter-high deathhawks in this country is making people think that this is all that goth is, and that anything unlike it is "not troo". Also, I want to see teased hair in other styles than deathhawks. Please, be creative. Make me happy.
Also, bad modern "deffrawk" bands that sound like electropop gone wrong. Ugh.
Day 11 – Is Goth a lifestyle for you?
In a way it is. I mean, the music is a pretty big part of my life, I listen to it pretty much every day. Also, I really like the aesthetics, not just with clothes, but with art, interior decorating... (I'm not talking frilly *gothic* aesthetics here though, but rawer, more surreal ones. Think of the cover art to "Pornography".) It's like there's always a little piece of the subculture with me all the time. OMG I sound like the biggest dork ever.
However, it's not all I like nor all I do.
Day 12 – What's your gothic inspiration?
Music-wise, see 7. Duh.
Fashion wise, I get inspiration from looking at clothes in stores, people's outfits, makeing stuff up on my own... My favourite way of shopping is going into a second hand store, finding something incredibly ugly, deciding to put it on to see how stupid it will look, falling in love with the damned thing and realising it looks awesome on me and instantly coming up with 15 different outfits that go with it. That's how I get most of my fashion-ideas.
Also, this tumblr makes me to horrible, wonderful things to my hair: http://nowthisisgothic.tumblr.com/
Day 13 – What was your first band t-shirt?
A The Cure t-shirt. I actually don't own that many band t-shirts.
Day 14 – What was your best and worst DIY disaster.
I don't DIY much. I've only altered straps and sleeves and the like, and it's always gone well.
Day 15 – Your favourite or most expensive item in your wardrobe.
The most expenive one is my Innocent World winter coat. (Though mine is black.)
But we're talking goth compatible stuff here, no? (Although wearing my IW coat with trad goth stuff due to lack of a warmer winter coat has earned me many a compliment, strangely enough.)
That would make it this corset from Morgana Femme Couture:
My favourite however cost me like $15 so expensive really does not equal favourite haha. It's this skirt:
Day 16 – What's the most casual you've ever dressed?
I dress casual all the time. Black pants or pencil skirt, black top, leatherjacket, zero makeup = me 4-5 days a week. I don't know where this nonsense about goths being super dressy all the time comes from?
Day 17 – Your favourite Goth brand.
I don't like most "goth brands". Their stuff is usually terrible of both quality and design, and honestly not even particulary goth looking. I thrift a lot and possibly alter stuff a bit. And I buy from independent designers. The only goth brand I care for at all is Alice Auaa. 30% of their stuff is tacky as hell, 30% is complete utter brilliance and 40% too uglypretty not to like.
Day 18 – Worst hair experience.
Ehh... I don't know. I guess when my hair refuses to stand up where it's supposed to? Or combing out teased hair? I've never really had a super bad hair experience.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Sunday, 2 October 2011
On not writing outfit rundowns
There is a reason why I don't write outfit rundowns in my blog posts. I don't want my outfit posts to be shopping lists. I want them to function merely as inspiration. I want them to give people new ideas, not a tip about where to buy that new blouse or dress.
I often see people buy exactly the same things as people they follow on the internet. I try not to do it myself, but it's quite irresistable. "That dress looks so good on her, so it'd probably look good on me too", blah blah, so on. And when you know exactly where to get it, why not?
But that's awfully uncreative. And I don't really want that.
Also, I often forget where I buy things, or buy them second hand, so outfit rundowns of mine rarely make sense.
I often see people buy exactly the same things as people they follow on the internet. I try not to do it myself, but it's quite irresistable. "That dress looks so good on her, so it'd probably look good on me too", blah blah, so on. And when you know exactly where to get it, why not?
But that's awfully uncreative. And I don't really want that.
Also, I often forget where I buy things, or buy them second hand, so outfit rundowns of mine rarely make sense.
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Tokyo Expo - I didn't do a lot , but the pictures are pretty
My outfit, hehe. I like wearing autumn dresses when it's still summer.
Elli and Emilia are cosplaying Little Twin Stars, in case anyone is wondering.
So, I went to Tokyo Expo, looked at things, met some people, took a lot of pictures. I really didn't do a lot there, and I'm sort of tired with the whole people-obsessed-with-japanese-pop-culture thing and the lolita subculture too, so I'm not sure why I went, haha. I guess 'cause I'm aquainted with a lot of people there?
However, these days I'd rather just wear whatever I wear, japanese or not, and be left the hell alone. Same way I've always felt about music. I like what I like and I don't feel that I need to belong to any subculture because of it. Organised stuff and closely knit cliques tend to freak me out anyhow.
(I would like to point out, again, that I don't mind labels. I just don't want to be friends with everyone who happens to fit the same labels as me, just because of the label. My friendships run deeper that that. Still have an upcoming post on labels lying around, haha. :3 )
Yes.
But the pictures turned out lovely. And the awesome people are awesome.
Day 5 – Is there a local Goth band or group in your area? + a small unrelated thing
Hi pumpkins!
I'm so sorry for randomly disappearing, especially after I started the whole challenge thingy and all... It's just that I've been super busy doing really awesome stuff, quite unexpectedly. Some of this stuff I've been doing is music related, which I think excuses everything. Heh. Once that music stuff is anywhere closer to done, I'll shower you with links and posts and god knows what. You know I will.
Anyhow, I'll try to do many of the challanges in one day untill I catch up. Not today, though.
So. Local goth groups.
Well, there's Dansdepartementet, I guess. I think they're okay.
There are no currently active goth bands in Sweden that I know of, but there are definitely some goth-friendly, post-punk inspired ones.
Diskoteket, for example, that I've recently found out about and turned out to really like. They let you download some songs from their last.fm, so go there and have a listen.
I'm so sorry for randomly disappearing, especially after I started the whole challenge thingy and all... It's just that I've been super busy doing really awesome stuff, quite unexpectedly. Some of this stuff I've been doing is music related, which I think excuses everything. Heh. Once that music stuff is anywhere closer to done, I'll shower you with links and posts and god knows what. You know I will.
Anyhow, I'll try to do many of the challanges in one day untill I catch up. Not today, though.
So. Local goth groups.
Well, there's Dansdepartementet, I guess. I think they're okay.
There are no currently active goth bands in Sweden that I know of, but there are definitely some goth-friendly, post-punk inspired ones.
Diskoteket, for example, that I've recently found out about and turned out to really like. They let you download some songs from their last.fm, so go there and have a listen.
Friday, 26 August 2011
Day 4 – Name a stereotype or cliche you can relate to
Well, the whole "goths are introspective intellectuals and always create their own art/poems/whatever" thing I guess. I write stuff, lots of stuff, weird stuff. Books, novellas, poems. Most of them I throw away when complete, haha, but still. I want to write, or sing, or both, for a living. I also read Kafka because I actually like his writing, not because it scores me smart-person-points. Heheh. Stuff like that.
Also, I'm obsessed with bone jewellery(real bones, not the cheesy fake ones people keep putting in their deathhawks). I guess that's kind of cliche?
Also, I'm obsessed with bone jewellery(real bones, not the cheesy fake ones people keep putting in their deathhawks). I guess that's kind of cliche?
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Day 3 – When did you come out the Goth closet?
I'm not entirely sure what this means. I was never really in a "goth closet". If I had not started dressing oddly at all, I belive the people who knew me would have been much more surprised. If I had listened to boring radio pop, not only would I have made a lot of people very surprised but I would also have like... disappointed my parents. Haha. Okay not really.
Seriously though, it was really no big deal. Wearing odd clothes was something that I had gradually been doing more and more throughout my entire life, apart from age 13-14 when there's a lot of pressure on you to fit in which I wanted to try to see what it was like, and then I started listening to the music, and everybody was like: "So what?".
Seriously though, it was really no big deal. Wearing odd clothes was something that I had gradually been doing more and more throughout my entire life, apart from age 13-14 when there's a lot of pressure on you to fit in which I wanted to try to see what it was like, and then I started listening to the music, and everybody was like: "So what?".
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Day 2 – Share photos and experiences from your Baby Bat days
Err, okay. I never had baby bat days the way most people think of them. My first year of being into goth, I really only cared about the music. So I would spend most of my time listening to it or reading about the bands, when I wasn't reading books or hanging out with the few friends I had at the time(I was super shy, and also had a severe case of social phobia). I never really got around to trying to join the "scene", dress uglily or act like a dork. Possibly because I was so shy. I did in fact not dress like a goth at all untill I was 15, so any pictures from my "baby bat" days will be me being blond and wearing something all blue or something black and white and having smokey brown eyeshadow. Just like before I took any interest in goth. Boring as hell, but at least I was never downright ugly. Around the middle of my 15th year of life I magically morphed into a bit of a Siouxsie clone. Then, after a few months, I got my own style. I'd wear typically trad goth stuff mixed upp with huge necklaces and bustiers and corsets. (I've always been secretly fond of dark cabaret, and it'd shine through I guess.)
What did I do as a "baby bat"? I don't really know. My early teens were the worst part of my life, for big and serious reasons, and my brain tries to censor those years a bit. I didn't really do goth stuff because I was too busy having a horrible life. Things got better though, obviously, much better, but I really cannot mention my early teens without also mentioning that it was hell on earth.
Music and literature were the few highlights of that time. And also the few friends I had. I only knew one girl who also liked goth music (I was aquainted with another one, but we really weren't close). It wasn't her favourite genre or anything, but we both really liked the Banshees and The Cure and The Virgin Prunes at the time, and developed a silly crush on the band The Glove(which has members from both Banshees and Cure, as I'm sure most people bothering to read this know). We'd sing and play their music really loud, and constantly nag about what an underrated song the Banshees' "Sin in my heart" was. We'd also stay up in the middle of the night and watch Monty Python, or go into town and eat ice cream and brownies. We're still friends today, she's a great girl.
Yeah. That's what I did at the time.
Oh, and look at the pretty pictures. Not sure that I actually am 14 on all of them, I might be 15, but this is pretty much what I looked like at the time.
Yeah, I actually looked like this. My favourite bands were Siouxsie and the Banshees, Virgin Prunes, Joy Division, The Cure, 45 Grave, Cinema Strange and Alien Sex Fiend and I looked like this. Makes no sense. I guess I tried to blend in with the other kids a bit? It didn't work.
Oh, my god. This has turned into "the story of my childhood". Ugh. Hopefully the next questions will result in slightly less childhood-related things.
What did I do as a "baby bat"? I don't really know. My early teens were the worst part of my life, for big and serious reasons, and my brain tries to censor those years a bit. I didn't really do goth stuff because I was too busy having a horrible life. Things got better though, obviously, much better, but I really cannot mention my early teens without also mentioning that it was hell on earth.
Music and literature were the few highlights of that time. And also the few friends I had. I only knew one girl who also liked goth music (I was aquainted with another one, but we really weren't close). It wasn't her favourite genre or anything, but we both really liked the Banshees and The Cure and The Virgin Prunes at the time, and developed a silly crush on the band The Glove(which has members from both Banshees and Cure, as I'm sure most people bothering to read this know). We'd sing and play their music really loud, and constantly nag about what an underrated song the Banshees' "Sin in my heart" was. We'd also stay up in the middle of the night and watch Monty Python, or go into town and eat ice cream and brownies. We're still friends today, she's a great girl.
Yeah. That's what I did at the time.
Oh, and look at the pretty pictures. Not sure that I actually am 14 on all of them, I might be 15, but this is pretty much what I looked like at the time.
Yeah, I actually looked like this. My favourite bands were Siouxsie and the Banshees, Virgin Prunes, Joy Division, The Cure, 45 Grave, Cinema Strange and Alien Sex Fiend and I looked like this. Makes no sense. I guess I tried to blend in with the other kids a bit? It didn't work.
Oh, my god. This has turned into "the story of my childhood". Ugh. Hopefully the next questions will result in slightly less childhood-related things.
Monday, 22 August 2011
30 Days Goth Challenge - Day 1 - How did you come across the subculture?
I am secretly a dork with absolutely nothing to write about. I am also, less secretly, very fond of goth music and, y'know, familiar with the subculture. So I guess I'm a goth. Same way I'm also a postpunker. Or a random artsy chick. Or an atheist. Or any of the hundreds of other things I also am.
(I think people who try to defy all labels are silly. I plan on writing a post on this some time. Labeling is in my mind really only silly when people try to adjust their real selves to better fit a label. However, denying that you are part of something or that you have something in common with someone just so you can feel like a super special individual is pathetic. Of course there is no point in over-useing labels. But they're handy sometimes. We are all, however, many different things and only when combined can they even begin to reflect the true complexity of our natures.)
So, errr, I thought I'd combine these things somehow and answer Juliet's Lace's goth challenge. At least this means that I will write something in my damn blog.
I have the feeling my answers will be incredibly boring and overtly logical. Fret not though, I'm throwing in a gigantic outfit post soon.
Day 1 – How did you come across the subculture?
Day 2 – Share photos and experiences from your Baby Bat days.
Day 3 – When did you come out the Goth closet?
Day 4 – Name a stereotype or cliche you can relate to.
Day 5 – Is there a local Goth band or group in your area?
Day 6 – Handwrite your favourite lyric and take a picture.
Day 7 – Ten of your favourite goth bands.
Day 8 – What's your worst and best experience with non-Goths?
Day 9 – What genre of music do you dislike?
Day 10 – What do you hate and love about the subculture?
Day 11 – Is Goth a lifestyle for you?
Day 12 – What's your gothic inspiration?
Day 13 – What was your first band t-shirt?
Day 14 – What was your best and worst DIY disaster.
Day 15 – Your favourite or most expensive item in your wardrobe.
Day 16 – What's the most casual you've ever dressed?
Day 17 – Your favourite Goth brand.
Day 18 – Worst hair experience.
Day 19 – Share beauty advise and take a photo of your make up.
Day 20 – If you could dye your hair any colour what would it be?
Day 21 – What body mod do you have or have you considered?
Day 22 – If you could attend any Goth event what would it be?
Day 23 – Your favourite artist or photographer.
Day 24 – Name the best websites for Goths.
Day 25 – Did you ever consider leaving the subculture?
Day 26 – Show a photo for every year (or month if you're new) that you've being into Goth.
Day 27 – The worst thing you ever did to a newbie.
Day 28 – Do you consider yourself an eldergoth?
Day 29 – What do you think will happen to Goth in the future?
Day 30 – Make a list of blogs you regularly read and link to them.
I grew up in a family that regularly played The Cure every time music was needed. I was doomed from the start, hehe. Not that I had any idea that any of The Cure's songs could be labeled "goth" when I was a kid, though.
I always had an odd sense of aesthetics growing up. Which led to me being fascinated with any- and everything that looked distorted, peculiar, torn, asymetric. I would look at people from all kinds of subcultures and think they looked marvelous. I decided to do research on some of them, and found out that quite a lot of them were very different in reality from how they were portrayed in the media. I wondered if this was the case with the goth subculture, which had always seemed rather cheesy and over-dramatic to 13-year-old me. So I looked into it, and, dear god, it was. However, at the time I had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming a goth myself. I was happy with being a vague, hard-to-define, artsy girl with a slightly "darker" outlook on life. (Gosh, this sounds incredibly silly, but I've always been sort of introspective and... fascinated with macabre things. Not in a typically goth way though. ;)) Plus, I did not take any interest in music anything other than appriciating more complex kinds as a violinist. Essentially, my interest in music at the time was technical and completly lacked passion.
Then, one day (I was 14-ish, I think), an old friend of my father decided to give our family this huge mixtape of doom (on a dvd) which had pretty much all the music he liked as a twenty-something on it. It contained a lot of electronic music, 80's pop stuff, some synthpop, new romantic, and to my surprise, lots of postpunk and a bit of goth. I listened to some random songs, then thought, "Hey, y'know, I sorta wonder what this goth music that everybody keeps nagging about sounds like?" So I put on Siouxsie and the Banshees'(who I had heard was one of those goth bands) "Spellbound" and fell in love. It was like nothing I'd ever heard before. Needless to say, Siouxsie and the Banshees were my first music crush, and from that day on I sure had a passion for music. I kidnapped my dad's old record collection, decided I liked a few of the records, found out they were postpunk, and in one case (The Cure's "Pornography") goth. And after that I guess I just decided that this whole goth/postpunk-thing was for me. I didn't dress anything remotely close to a goth until I was 15, though, but I guess that goes in the next post?
My, oh, my. This is one lengthy meditiation on an, to anyone but me I suspect, incredibly dull subject.
(I think people who try to defy all labels are silly. I plan on writing a post on this some time. Labeling is in my mind really only silly when people try to adjust their real selves to better fit a label. However, denying that you are part of something or that you have something in common with someone just so you can feel like a super special individual is pathetic. Of course there is no point in over-useing labels. But they're handy sometimes. We are all, however, many different things and only when combined can they even begin to reflect the true complexity of our natures.)
So, errr, I thought I'd combine these things somehow and answer Juliet's Lace's goth challenge. At least this means that I will write something in my damn blog.
I have the feeling my answers will be incredibly boring and overtly logical. Fret not though, I'm throwing in a gigantic outfit post soon.
Day 1 – How did you come across the subculture?
Day 2 – Share photos and experiences from your Baby Bat days.
Day 3 – When did you come out the Goth closet?
Day 4 – Name a stereotype or cliche you can relate to.
Day 5 – Is there a local Goth band or group in your area?
Day 6 – Handwrite your favourite lyric and take a picture.
Day 7 – Ten of your favourite goth bands.
Day 8 – What's your worst and best experience with non-Goths?
Day 9 – What genre of music do you dislike?
Day 10 – What do you hate and love about the subculture?
Day 11 – Is Goth a lifestyle for you?
Day 12 – What's your gothic inspiration?
Day 13 – What was your first band t-shirt?
Day 14 – What was your best and worst DIY disaster.
Day 15 – Your favourite or most expensive item in your wardrobe.
Day 16 – What's the most casual you've ever dressed?
Day 17 – Your favourite Goth brand.
Day 18 – Worst hair experience.
Day 19 – Share beauty advise and take a photo of your make up.
Day 20 – If you could dye your hair any colour what would it be?
Day 21 – What body mod do you have or have you considered?
Day 22 – If you could attend any Goth event what would it be?
Day 23 – Your favourite artist or photographer.
Day 24 – Name the best websites for Goths.
Day 25 – Did you ever consider leaving the subculture?
Day 26 – Show a photo for every year (or month if you're new) that you've being into Goth.
Day 27 – The worst thing you ever did to a newbie.
Day 28 – Do you consider yourself an eldergoth?
Day 29 – What do you think will happen to Goth in the future?
Day 30 – Make a list of blogs you regularly read and link to them.
I grew up in a family that regularly played The Cure every time music was needed. I was doomed from the start, hehe. Not that I had any idea that any of The Cure's songs could be labeled "goth" when I was a kid, though.
I always had an odd sense of aesthetics growing up. Which led to me being fascinated with any- and everything that looked distorted, peculiar, torn, asymetric. I would look at people from all kinds of subcultures and think they looked marvelous. I decided to do research on some of them, and found out that quite a lot of them were very different in reality from how they were portrayed in the media. I wondered if this was the case with the goth subculture, which had always seemed rather cheesy and over-dramatic to 13-year-old me. So I looked into it, and, dear god, it was. However, at the time I had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming a goth myself. I was happy with being a vague, hard-to-define, artsy girl with a slightly "darker" outlook on life. (Gosh, this sounds incredibly silly, but I've always been sort of introspective and... fascinated with macabre things. Not in a typically goth way though. ;)) Plus, I did not take any interest in music anything other than appriciating more complex kinds as a violinist. Essentially, my interest in music at the time was technical and completly lacked passion.
Then, one day (I was 14-ish, I think), an old friend of my father decided to give our family this huge mixtape of doom (on a dvd) which had pretty much all the music he liked as a twenty-something on it. It contained a lot of electronic music, 80's pop stuff, some synthpop, new romantic, and to my surprise, lots of postpunk and a bit of goth. I listened to some random songs, then thought, "Hey, y'know, I sorta wonder what this goth music that everybody keeps nagging about sounds like?" So I put on Siouxsie and the Banshees'(who I had heard was one of those goth bands) "Spellbound" and fell in love. It was like nothing I'd ever heard before. Needless to say, Siouxsie and the Banshees were my first music crush, and from that day on I sure had a passion for music. I kidnapped my dad's old record collection, decided I liked a few of the records, found out they were postpunk, and in one case (The Cure's "Pornography") goth. And after that I guess I just decided that this whole goth/postpunk-thing was for me. I didn't dress anything remotely close to a goth until I was 15, though, but I guess that goes in the next post?
My, oh, my. This is one lengthy meditiation on an, to anyone but me I suspect, incredibly dull subject.
Saturday, 30 July 2011
A short, unrelated note on swearing
So, whilst having a cup of chai latte with a friend earlier this week, our conversation tangented the topic of swearing and it got me thinking of something. I personally swear quite a lot, as anyone who stays in the same room as me for a noticeable period of time will notice. In general, swearing is considered to be something unintelligent people do because they lack better ways to express themselves, and, as my friend commented on, they are generally considered quite the faux pas amongst certain subcultures that strive to be "fancy" and "elegant".
I would like to claim that I am not unintelligent. I have a very varied vocabulary, and many big complicated words to express myself with. I still curse a lot. This is because curse words already have a certain amount of aggression associated with them, in a way that few big, complicated words do. Sometimes, you don't want to express your feelings perfectly. Sometimes, you're just in a heated discussion or really angry about something and you want to express this like a normal fucking person. No need to write poems about it. I personally loathe people who constantly try to show everybody how bloody clever they are, constantly use the most intellectual-sounding words they can manage, never relax and then look down on everybody who does not act exactly the same way.
Swearing isn't dangerous or something. It won't ruin your beautiful, beloved moral, I promise. It's just not a big deal. People are people. People get upset. People sometimes express this in a "low", "bad taste" kind of way. ...So?
Talk whatever way you want. People may not like it or find you pleasant, and that is indeed their right, but it is awfully peculiar to consider you less intelligent due to something like swearing. Especially if you are otherwise well-articulated.
In my opinion, the whole clever-people-don't-swear stuff is just the kind of thing you teach young, non-questioning children to get them to behave in a way appropriate to society's standards. But that's just my opinion.
I would like to claim that I am not unintelligent. I have a very varied vocabulary, and many big complicated words to express myself with. I still curse a lot. This is because curse words already have a certain amount of aggression associated with them, in a way that few big, complicated words do. Sometimes, you don't want to express your feelings perfectly. Sometimes, you're just in a heated discussion or really angry about something and you want to express this like a normal fucking person. No need to write poems about it. I personally loathe people who constantly try to show everybody how bloody clever they are, constantly use the most intellectual-sounding words they can manage, never relax and then look down on everybody who does not act exactly the same way.
Swearing isn't dangerous or something. It won't ruin your beautiful, beloved moral, I promise. It's just not a big deal. People are people. People get upset. People sometimes express this in a "low", "bad taste" kind of way. ...So?
Talk whatever way you want. People may not like it or find you pleasant, and that is indeed their right, but it is awfully peculiar to consider you less intelligent due to something like swearing. Especially if you are otherwise well-articulated.
In my opinion, the whole clever-people-don't-swear stuff is just the kind of thing you teach young, non-questioning children to get them to behave in a way appropriate to society's standards. But that's just my opinion.
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Monday, 18 July 2011
Oh hi there.
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Sorry I haven't updated lately. I was on a boat in Italy, which would have been lovely had I not been so sea sick. Apparently, I get sea sick easily. I had no idea. I never used to as a kid, and I've spent ridiculous amounts of time on boats.
Anyhow, I have started playing the bass guitarr. Which is incredibly fun, and brings back these weird ghosts of memories from when I was young and played the violin(I did so for 6 years). I'm learing pretty quickly... Might have something to do with old violin- and general music-knowledge hiding in the back of my brain somewhere.
Sorry I haven't updated lately. I was on a boat in Italy, which would have been lovely had I not been so sea sick. Apparently, I get sea sick easily. I had no idea. I never used to as a kid, and I've spent ridiculous amounts of time on boats.
Anyhow, I have started playing the bass guitarr. Which is incredibly fun, and brings back these weird ghosts of memories from when I was young and played the violin(I did so for 6 years). I'm learing pretty quickly... Might have something to do with old violin- and general music-knowledge hiding in the back of my brain somewhere.
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