1:Closest LJ Friend(s)?: Right now, I tend to hang out with feralboy every weekend. But I absolute closest friend does not have a LJ nor wants one. She’s a smart cookie.
2:Whose journal do you go to first? Why?: My friends page.
3:Hottest female LJ friend(s)?: meeschievous, stacichikami, lotusblossom, ohmeohmy and klikitak.
4:Hottest male LJ friend(s)?: travvvv, vanillaspice, twenty_black and feralboy.
5:Funniest LJ friend(s)?: feralboy, klikitak and vanillaspice make me laugh like I’m a complete retard.
6:Who would you like to meet? Why?: I really want to meet travvvv, twenty_black and chrisholifield. They all seem to be fun to have a drink with and shoot the shit.
7:Most stylish LJ friend(s)?: kore. I have never seen more uses of pink taffeta.
8:Most witty LJ friend(s)?: They’re all witty.
9:Craziest LJ friend(s)?: They’re all crazy too!
10: Most in common with?: Shit. I don’t know.
11: Photogenic?: dingo727 and _diane. They always post pictures of each other, and they always look so sweet. Makes you wish you can throw a vat of acid at them. 🙂
12: Post whore?: It depends. Some days it’s urbanemonkey. Some days it’s travvvv. Other days it’s mcgee (especially when he’s excited). And yet on others it’s z0mb1 or greenhairdork.
13: Most artistic?: travvvv. Although I’ve not seen any of his pieces, just his formulating sounds very interesting.
14: Who would you like to know better?: All of them.
15: Post Nazi?: Isn’t that the same as post whore? See 12.
16: Most loveable?: vanillaspice and feralboy. They both have really dirty minds that bring out the best in me. 🙂
17: Sweetest LJ friend(s)?: klikitak becuz she always puts me on the Manifolds guest list. 🙂
18: Most interesting?: They’re all interesting. If they weren’t I wouldn’t want to follow their lives.
19: Most likely to surpass Donald Trump?: In what?
20: Most likely to surpass Donald Trump’s hair?: That’s a stupid question.
21: Cutest Couple?: vanillaspice and his boy/concubine. Hehehehe.
22: Best LJ username?: tardwrangler and vanillaspice
23: Best layout?: I don’t visit their actual pages! Ugh!
24: Most honest LJ friend(s)?: I don’t hang out with liars. Let me rephrase that. I don’t hang out with bad liars.
25: Shopaholics?: klikitak.
26: Which LJ friend(s) provokes deep thought?: ganatronic
27: Party Animal(s): cyberpsycho
28: Most likely to go on a killing spree with you?: Every single one of them.
29: Model material?: travvvv and kore.
30: Cuddle: Damn. I don’t think I’ve cuddled with any of them. *shrugs* I need to remedy that. Who’s first?
31: Someone you could go into business with?: chrisholifield since he’s already helping his girlfriend run a business. *shrugs*
32: Someone you could play board games with: Me and wifey (vanillaspice) playing backgammon, smoking cigarettes and drinking Turkish coffee.
33: Which LJ friend(s) could you see as a sibling?: None. I’m an only child dammit! Actually erinyessiren since she is my cousin.
34: Most likely to become a drug dealer?: A couple of them have probably already dabbled in that.
35: LJ friend(s) you could shop with?: Not dingo727. 😛
I woke up an hour ago. Even though the ‘Folds played for only 20 minutes, they were loud. So I have a headache. Blah. It’s nothing 2 advil, 2 cups of coffee and Korean vegetable dumplings won’t cure.
It was summer 1996 right before my senior year of high school back when my curfew was 10. I spent a Saturday with C who was at a UCLA summer camp. While hanging out in her dorm room and traipsing around Westwood Village, I ended up buying a used copy of Stabbing Westward’s Wither, Blister, Burn and Peel at the Wherehouse. “What Do I Have to Do” was played quite a bit on KROQ, and while I thought it was NIN-lite, I couldn’t deny how catchy and good it is.
I got home a bit late, around 10:30, and that was when I had the worst fight with my mom. She had gone to bed early and woke up when I went to the bathroom. Naturally she asked where I was and didn’t believe me when I said where I was or what I was doing. I kept telling her that I was just spending the day with C at UCLA, and she insisted that I wasn’t. I could only imagine what she thought I was doing. I wondered what I did to make her not trust me — I didn’t drink or use drugs; I was a good student in AP classes. At this point I had only started smoking cigarettes for several months. I listened to dark music. I liked to hang out at coffeeshops with my friends. I had horrible self-esteem. I was loud and angry with role models being Howard Stern and Roseanne. I knew I wasn’t perfect, but I didn’t think I was off the rails.
How do you communicate this to a mother with just as bad of a temper as you and who refuses to believe you?
It was getting late, and I wanted to go to bed. My mom didn’t want to end the argument. As a 17-year old, I didn’t know what she wanted from me. I knew I was hiding something big, and I had no intention of ever telling her. But my mom kept yelling at me saying I wasn’t telling the truth. Then I blurted it out.
“I’m gay.”
Fuck. As those words came out, I knew it was a fucking mistake. I knew nothing good was going to come out of this and that this argument was not going to come to an end anytime soon. Predictably, my mom went even more berserk perfecting every melodramatic beat from Korean dramas.
I knew I had to just stand there and take it. Then she said it.
“If you ever bring this up again, I will shoot you and shoot myself.”
Everything blurred after that. I knew I was never going to get my mother’s love, that no one was going to be there for me. It definitely explains the relationship I have with my mom, and it probably explains why I have never been in a relationship or see myself ever being in one.
Since then whenever I listen to Stabbing Westward I think about this night.
All of this to say that I did go see them Friday night as they promoted their re-recording of Wither to celebrate its 30th anniversary along with PIG, Acumen Nation (celebrating the 30th anniversary of Territory=Universe) and 16Volt (celebrating the 30th anniversary of LetDownCrush) as a part of Cold Waves LA. It was a great show of reliving the 90s guitar industrial metal and seeing bands I didn’t get to see back in the day. Hell, PIG even played “Juke Joint Jezebel” which I guess you could call a KMFDM cover even though Raymond Watts was the original featured vocalist.
As I cursed my aching 47-year old feet and back standing for hours at the Pacific Electric, I did think back to that argument 30 years ago and wonder what other climatic moments the people around me had. What traumas are the guy next to me exorcising as he is screaming out the lyrics very much off key?
Around 1 am they finished the set with “Save Yourself,” and the house lights turned up. Sure, I’m still carrying all of that baggage, but at least I got to shake my ass a little and enjoy myself a little, pain be damned.
The only reason I really look forward to my birthday is that I get time off from work and that I usually rent an Airbnb out in the middle of the desert in the Joshua Tree vicinity with a pool, hot tub, and no one around for 5 acres. So here I am in Landers (or a bit away from it really) whose claim to fame was that it was the epicenter of a 7.3 earthquake in 1992 just hours before a separate 6.5 earthquake centered in Big Bear hit on a Sunday morning. Wild stuff.
I arrived here yesterday, and on the way had to stop to get gas. Since this stupid fucking illegal war with Iran has driven gas prices sky high again, I’ve mostly been back on public transit again because, fuck that. There I was at the Arco station jaw agape as the $30 went to $40 and on up until it landed at $72 for 13 gallons of gas. Yes, the “cheap” gas.
I’m going to be spending most of the time in or around the pool trying to finish Schattenfroh by Michael Lentz. I’m at around page 604, so I have about 400 more pages to go. I’ll be honest — I have no fucking clue what’s going on in the book. It’s a slow, slow read and demands your attention but not in a painstaking way. It’s a very enjoyable read, but I honestly don’t know how we get from one part to the next. Instead of trying to make sense of it, I’m just riding the wave, going where it’s taking me and try to make sense of it later.
I’ve started working on a couple of things with myself and hope to get better at as I begin my 48th year on this planet: I have started to journal more. It’s the most mundane scatterbrained thing. I hope it doesn’t cause someone’s head to explode when they go through my journals after I’m dead. (How cute. I think I have any importance that people will actually read what I write rather than just dispose it like they should.)
I need to curb my YouTube addiction. I don’t watch tv shows. I don’t watch sports all that much. I don’t use TikTok. I only doomscroll through Facebook at 3 am after I have woken up to take a piss. I am no longer perpetually online. But I will sit down and waste hours upon hours watching YouTube videos. I really need to get that in check.
That’s all I’ve got. Overall, I’m not happy, but I’m not completely depressed. Let’s just call it nonplussed. For someone who feels like a stranger in his own country, I guess that’s about as good as we can hope for.