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Salubrious Salutations One and All!!

It seems as though I am feeling Mucho better, As I have been preparing to cover my entire body in paraffin wax, and haul a little red wagon behind me as I intend to harrass the line-ups tonight , every single one of them, and assault the poor consumers that are fixing thier fun in seeing the Blasphemous 'HOUSE OF WAX 're-make premieres tonight...All in A Days work, or Nights work in My world...
And That, My Foster-Fiends, is what I do...I do it ALL for Horror...
Now, I know that I wrote about what I do to put a roof over my head, and skimmed the surface about what I am in the process of doing in a previous entry...However, I still find myself being asked just what the FUCK I do that gives me the grand honor of proclaiming I am thee almighty Gorewhore...You could google it, or just keep reading...it's your choice...(I would sit my ass the FUCK back down here if I were you though...)
No, I do not have THEE GOREWHORE GALLOWS website finished as of yet...
No, I do not have my TV show ready as of yet...
and No....
I STILL haven't found my Vincent....

...yet.

However...THIS is what I can tell your inquiring minds shamlessly, as I am damned proud of my accomplishments, and I love what I do to put pot in my bong, and Gore on my home theatre system...
I am 'Revealed and Rented', I suppose you could say...
I run a Pirate Business of showing any number of my 350 or so fright flicks to anyone, any many, Public, Private, Fetish, Vanilla...You-Name-It...You-Pay-Me, I am there.
I started to do this in school, when I was working as a Projectionist, and being the chief projectionist, it had it's privaledges...I had an entire library of the entire University's film archives at my wicked little fingertips...and the keys to unlimited amounts of film and video horror, so, I used it wisely.Illegally, mind you, (Just as my Business is now, as always) but under the cloak of a loophole that still exists in copyright infringement (Do you really think I am gonna reveal it to any of you? Ha!)
So...I just did what I did best, and enjoyed doing and threw them in my cauldron and Voila! I emerged A Horror Hostess! My natural dramatic Flair acts as my ability to entertain in entrapping ensembles, and I utilize this warehouse of grey matter to splatter Gorewhore Goodness to paying parties.
THATS how I make the money...

Now, THIS is what I do NOT make money at, but STILL will fight you to The fuckin DEATH over whether or not you consider it worthy to be called 'work'...cause it is, Dammit!
I run The now PRIVATE (YES!) local SG group (and Beyond....Shhhhhhh!) called THE ABOMINABLE APOTHECARY (We are the ones that take the term 'Fright Fix' to another level) and within there I do many things PURELY for the sheer Passion and utter LOVE for The shit...I mean...I DO get paid, just not in stupid green paper...I get paid in ways that $$$ would NEVER satiate me the way I get my satisfaction from doing sets, for instance...I Fuckin LOVE doin The Sets, The Next one, I have been preparing 3 months for...and having to replace it because of my Mom's recent passing, or even the fucking weather! But Not this week...Nope...The COFFIN JOE set is ready to be shot...and I am SO excited! ) and The Members...OH some of The Apothecary Members...They are the reward in itself...It never ceases to amaze me at just what glorious minds we have in the Horror community, and it makes me proud to know alot of them each and every day...So, Yes, I run The Hardcore Horror club 'round these parts (Sorry, RESIDENT EVIL just doesn't do it for me...I DO Thank it's existance, for it was that film that made me SO incredibly saddened at what was being offered, I just had to offer people somethin more...)
I also am somewhat of a local notable now...Yes, I get asked to have my pic taken with people, and IF I believed in name dropping and sharing photos with famous people, They would be up here...But that is just gaining idoltry from someone elses gains, and well..I find it pathetic when overly pushed, and in-your-face, Shit, you may as well just stick your fucking tongue out and Brag about whose cock you had to suck to get that pic while you are at it...If you need that shot to show everyone so much...(There ARE exceptions...If you are merely just mentioning it as a exclamation of happiness at your well-timed experience, then more power to you...But really...How often do folks have honest intentions like that?)

INTERMISSION

(Whaddya Expect? I have been sick for 3 Weeks!! Of COURSE this is gonna be an Epic Entry...HeHe...Those that know me...You know... )

So YES! This is what Little Gorewhores are made of...
We waltz around in slinky, sexy ensembles, and demand that the House watches YOU and, of course, The Features, You don't read about what the films mean, You just know, You put a Helluva Hellzapoppin Time into making sure that your entire existance is devoted to either making Lemonade outta normal peoples lemons, and freak the Bejeezus outta them, (which I have noticed also arrouses many that are too afraid to admit it...I pity them, but they share that secret with me before I leave...and THAT is priceless! Oh, if only normal gals knew what thier men REALLY want!) And Hey...Vampira hasn't tried to sue me as of yet (Although my show hasn't aired and I am not An Uber-celeb....YET, But I am working on it....) And Yes, I just said no to constraining myself to the sets of an SG, I am not very good at the "pout and Don't-YOU-WISH You-had-me-to-put-out thing..." (No Offence Gals, You do A great Job, I just never looked pretty in pink, despite the John Hughs mythos that we redheads do, There ARE some simply excellent sets and gorgeous gals, But you come far and few...)
I suppose I am starting to just going Jabberwocky on all you Now, so I shall end this with these last words...

I know that there are alot of us...I mean, with actors like Vincent, Chris, Bela, Peter, Boris....etc...How can ther NOT be? And The Scream Queens! Bless thier massive Knives, and untouched Titties...The Barbaras, Karen, Caroline, Linnea...How could there NOT be A place for gals like me out there who just wanna slide onto an Antique, Red velvet, Boudoir lounge chaise, wearing the finest Black Lace, Leather and Silky Linens that hang off a you like Liquid Darkness, and without going TOO Goth, Just enough Black eyeliner to entrance...walk onstage followed by thier familiar on a studded collar (That would be (O)siris...)

(Love The L'il Devils Eyes...Untouched Photo...I SWEAR!)
...and just WOW the paying party to pieces with what good 'Ol Horror of thier choice (or not, depending...) and then proceed to do your best at submerging the room into a heart-throbbing mass of pheromones and fear...then, of course running in 6 inch boots to the tech area once the lights go down and the music starts to make sure that I can still move in said clothing whilst I VJ some of the best sinister, spooky celluloid that is my never-ending financial and spiritual quest, then tip-toeing in the dark back and forth and here and there in same said boots and outfit, all the while making sure that my Make-Up doesn't run from the sweat, so I can look as good as possible for the next potential people whom I have caught the eye of...ALL, for the want and passion of maintaining a stolen soul that exists for the particular & peculiar purpose of preserving what fuels so few.
And That, I think sums it up, Boils and Ghouls, what exactly I do.

Now you DO NOT want to have to read that one again, now, do you? So I hope I have answered some of your querries, and validated my existance as A proud Harlot to Horror.

OOogaBOOoga...

BOYCOTT THE BLASPHEMY!!DO NOT SUPPORT SHIT!!RETALIATE AGAINST THE REMAKES!!

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