Thanks lovely!! However, you need big hugs it seems!!
I had the chance to go to a fantastic old-worlde goth birthday do last night but couldn't attend because I was in bed all Friday night and Saturday fighting off my first migraine in ages, which SUCKED. It seems to have been vanquished now, so woohoo to that!
I read a recent interview where he discussed his penchant for exotic stagewear, that's pretty well the terminology he used. He just loved to play dress ups
Another lover of dressups; your fave Jimi. I have always loved this jacket (bad pic, I know):
He also had a very swanky peacock feather waistcoat
I don't treat the internet very much differently. I don't believe in the internet-y concept of "irl". This is really just a giant telephone (party line?), the people on the other end are VERY real and I wouldn't say or do anything that different from normal (the only real difference being that because this site is about adult nudity, I feel more comfortable about occasionally showing some underwear). Because unlike say, trolley rage, the random recipient of bad behaviour would know where to find the perpetrator, and they would have written evidence of the bad behaviour. Behaving like a shit on a site like SG (where people are long term members and often know each other "irl" ) is a great way of humiliating yourself. Eh.
I'm sorry your friend is on the receiving end
Janis (IMHO) nearly had it right clothes-wise...except for her penchant for wearing huge feather boa-things in her hair (a la "a bantam has perched on my head") in colours that clashed with the rest of her outfit. She just needed some fine tuning.
I would say that her lack of confidence really showed in her appearance. It's like she wanted to be her stage persona full-time, but never really believed herself to be up to the mark.
Some rare people saw her potential. Bob Seidemann (I think?) was one such and I'm so glad this photo exists (and a few others). I remember buying a postcard of it when I was about 14, not knowing who it was but thinking that it embodied hippy-gorgeousness.
I am only familiar with Sandy Denny through that song, but I trust your excellent taste so please recommend me some songs to familiarise myself with (at your leisure of course)
y'know I haden't even thought of the ritual part of it. I suppose it is all kind of tribal. Next time I'm burning insense and cleansing the room. Reeeally milking the spirituality.
Surprisingly, I met this man on a very random catering job for Aaronsrod. I asked him what he did, he replied with a company name, and free time leisure activities ... and then I mentioned my North Coast upbringing, and he ... let slips about his second life. I suppose it was meant to be. He thought so.
Ha, I love using 'Universe' as a divine power. It seems like it almost encompasses everything. The gods, the Earth, the engery ... referenced all neat and tidy under the widest banner imaginable.
I like your thoughts. Remaining critical is huge thing for me, honestly it's a serious challenge. I get so swept up in the love of it all, of everything. Any love, or hate or .. thing, really. I'm an excitable critter, and this has most definitely caught my interest. I'm going to finish reading this book I bought, and then meet up with him. I think some background knowledge is a good idea, just so that the conversation flows, instead of lectures.
I love this blog. I love all your blogs, you're always writing with such grace and structure, it's wonderful.
Wow, that lady(?)'s blog is really long. I don't have time now, but I do hope to find time to return, s/he seems to have her head on straight.
Goth youth culture, to me, is all self indulgence. It's hard to hold onto, as a solid way of life, with the superficiality and consumerism of it all, but I like to dabble semi-regularly. It reminds me that all societal analysis and no dress-up funzies makes Kate a lonely boredette.
The thing with verbal tattoos is that people automatically express fear that they will change and that they won't mean the same thing... which to me is kind of funny, given that there aren't any set meanings anyway and anyone who wants to embrace staticity is embracing their own death (I'm bitter tonight)... but you know what I mean. One might as well never act or never speak in case the words are one day, some time, regretted. We etch them everywhere else - in the air, on paper, on each other, why not on the body?
No, I agree with you (I checked a vintage journal entry of mine and I said some stuff about it) But while things alter, they are not effaced. They become layered. Even when I do burn my bad old poetry, destroy someones unwanted letters etc (I'm big on at least trying to efface) the memory is always there and I am a very visual person, the least reminder can send me off down memory lane. And certain kinds of significance make me commitment shy When it comes to my personal crap, I'm not clingy!. I fear it could mean the same thing.