Hello, my freaky darlings!

First, I would like to thank you for reading this entry, and I hope you will return to view all subsequent posts. My initial goal is to get my ‘Gothic Fashion’ magazine started. I will rely on you irrevocably for feedback, input, and suggestions.

I found myself sifting through my reading material, burned out on my fan-fiction (real books demand too much time that I never seem to have), and I realized I am piteously unaware of the world around me. Most things I find lately lose my interest, so my glitchy brain spat out, "Well, why don’t you make something you like?" Brilliant! But how? I have no resources, no connections, no assets, and not much at all to offer, really. I only have my meager professionalism (fraught with bouts of childish distraction), my eagerness to learn both useful and frivolous things, and a desperate pursuit of a livelihood that my forthright honesty remain intact in business and otherwise (as I despise thieves and liars). Now while this tumult ripped through my mind in those weeks, I managed tearing through a book series I'd been dying to finish. (The books were quite short for me, and the witty protagonist kept me well entertained.) In the later books, the main character is a junior in high school, so the topic of "What do you wanna be when you grow up?" is, of course, rehashed. So, the best friend of said main character suggests "Hey, you could start your own magazine!"

Well, that sounded perfect for me, but how would I start? (See above: no resources.) So I kicked the idea around in my head, liking it all the more; though, it seemed to become more daunting. Still, I saw promise in it. I could promote and advertise for my favorite websites, local businesses and craftsmen, discuss (or rant on) issues that mean something to me, and talk about my own style to what I would presume to be a like-minded audience. I could rage against the machine, as it were, and otherwise attempt to become my own person. I cannot really say that I want to make a difference, per se, because that can mean many things depending on who interprets what I (try to) say.

I want to make things better. The thought of a uniform world revolts me, while the world I see now is hateful and corrupt. If things were all the same, nothing would ever change (obviously), but this is where corruption is the difference. It is an ichor makes things worse, it makes all things different seem evil and abhorrent. Therefore, we have bullying, prejudice, fear, and so many other negative feelings for strangers -- or even a neighbor we do not speak to -- simply because we are taught that if someone is different, they are bad for you to even be around. Had I the power to do so, I would make this place a more peaceable montage of things, where common sense is used instead of prejudice. If none of us are different from anyone else, do we still have a place? There are those of us who simply cannot identify with what are perceived as cultural norms in the mainstream, let alone comply.

And so here we are, the different and rebellious, the dark and defiant. We sing our music off-key in our privacy (but you would never know, because it is too loud anyway). We wear our funky or austere clothes and neon bright or pitch-dark nail polish, and feel artful, not wrong. Our artwork may be themed in a way that would make your skin crawl, or awe you with its beauty. Or both.

I humbly introduce to you what I intend to be as enduring as the vile and lovely topics I will share with you. I hope that you can sympathize, empathize, and otherwise enjoy. Please send your thoughts, critiques, and possible prompts.

Thank you all very much and have a great day!