I'm a gay Jewish goth that loves Christmas and has pyro tendencies, and like, no one understands me. It's a pretty cruel world when you just can't fit in. No matter where I go, someone is just bound to take issue with who it is that I am. I am proud of myself. Is that so wrong? Is it really unthinkable to be singing Jingle Bells at Temple? Is it really not such a hot idea to light fires at my uncle's cotton farm? Is it really out of place to make sexual advances towards my Baptist next door neighbor who's happily married and moonlights with the KKK? Is gothing it up while I am visitng great grandma at the nursing home such a shocker?
Hey, I'm just having a bit of integrity here. If I am wrong, what's really new there, vanilla people?
I also have special gifts. They're really pretty special. They were handed down and my lineage is a just a little much to be sharing so openly. So trust I'm just set apart and special, along with being different, dontcha forget now!
Support gays, Pass the Axe, goths aren't always depressed, I just peed a litte, I also just threw up a bit in my mouth, and HIM is an uber awesome band.
I'm also a vampire. I drink blood and absorb energy from hot people and majestic trees. And if you're a maple tree, I absorb your energy and suck your syrup. For me, those maples are like a two birds one stone kind of thing. Vermont is a vampire's haven.
I'm here to "teach the community", try not to flinch at my mad skillz. My real coven is pretty elite. Maybe one day I will share our information, but right now, I just have to be cautious. We're like, way underground. We even have a total full on initiation and hierachy too. And you know what? I'm trying to be all "look at me", but I'm the Master. And there can only be one. So it's like, I have to be respected and stuff.
Shalom!
