Death Culture
Some say that people into a Gothic lifestyle, or who like things that have to do with death are sick and otherwise degenerate. Hell even the shrink in the hospital told me that the only reason people “like black” as a color is because they are depressed and once they are treated they like bright shiny colors. I don’t think I want to be a raccoon going after bright shiny objects without a mind.
I may indeed be degenerate to many people because of who I am or what I like, I consider being a goth life affirming. Having an interest in death, in dark subjects, in black doesn’t make me bad or crazy. It’s not like I’m a serial killer. But of course, how would YOU know… after all they dress like every one else anyway! And they are always the polite ones who never make waves, or anything… OOPS there goes that theory. I make waves all the time, whenever it is possible.
Anyway, I really really love the “Living Dead Dolls” . Some of them are pretty gross but a lot of them are really twisted but terrifically fun. I wish I had a lot of money for collecting them off EBay and then a big house just to house them. It would certainly be more fun than the Catholic iconatry all over the house Anne Rice made from a Nunnery in New Orleans. A good friend of mine said it popped up in little wall caches every where and was really creepy.
