This scene is so goth, its dead
I've barely been online. My parents got here Saturday. By Sunday, my mom had hurt her back and we spent most of their visit going to and from the chiropractor and the hotel. It was a bummout. But walking around West Hollywood, which is the gay district, with my muslim father was a laugh riot.
I'm lucky to have my parents. My Dad, despite cultural differences, is really accepting and both my parents are eternally supportive. My best friend said he envied me for my parents and I agree. I envy myself. We fought A LOT when I was a kid but we came through it okay. They are the only family by blood I have. The rest of my family, well, they are my family by choice.
Some of my family is here now. Marshall and Dawn came down from SF to see me after Way Too Long. Jeffree missed Marshall by seven minutes. He left for the airport and Marshall arrived. After a nap, we began Goth Weekend 2007. Das Bunker tonight, VNV tomorrow, Puppy sunday...
I forgot I hate goth clubs.
There was a time when Blue, which is now Element, was home. And before that, my beloved, gutted Manray. There was a time when I loved this scene. But now, even though Bunker is playing more EBM and less shitty PowerNoise, this is not home. These people... I look around and see no familliar faces. No kindred. I don't know what I am. I was never fully goth or fully metal but now... now I really can't claim a piece of any subculture. I can't rep goth, despite my floor length lace...oh I like this song. Must dance.
Gave up after half a song... god, people here can't dance. Its no fun when every one just two steps. You'll never hear me say I'm the best at anything, but goddamnit, I can dance. Even in stilletto heels I've never worn before, I can dance cicles around... oh, thanks! Someone just came up and told me they think I'm a wonderful dancer! See? I have some talents. A big mouth and fast feet.
Oh, look, they lowered the light ring. It looks like a UFO built in the 1970s. Eric just joined us. He says this place looks like an AV banquet.
I feel like I've lost a home or maybe a part of myself. I used to love these clubs. Eric wants to jump someone and steal money for drinks. Now, I don't condone violence but with the recent spate of shootings and stabbing around LA clubs, maybe this is a new trend and we're being impolite by not mugging other patrons. Possibly, I'm out of touch. Possibly, I hate this shitty suicide commando song.
This is all just setup to capture the best thing that happened tonight. As we were walking out of my apartment, Marshall stopped dead and stared with a befuddled expression. "What?" I asked, wondering what he was looking at.
"Is... it that a Nimbus 2000?" he asked incredulously, jerking his head at my replica broom I won doing Harry Potter trivia at the last book release and had to pull out to sweep the kitchen since Jeffree and I don't own a real broom.
"Yes. Yes it is," I said.
"Oh. Wow, sucks that I know that," said he.
This amused me.
I think we're going to leave. We're all bummed on this joint. Maybe... maybe that is truly goth - being so depressed you have to jet.
It also must be noted, this club is in Compton. Here's hoping I don't get shot on the way back to my car. I always wanted to die with my boots on, but not these boots. I meant my Docs.
Here's hoping we all find home somehow.
