Sunday, April 25, 2010

A Semi-Poetic Rant In Free-Verse

I've spent so long trying to be someone I can't stand-
diva-glam
glitter-queen
red-lipstick
fake lashes
latexvinylleather
fetish goddess dominatrix
burlesque-beauty
skinny
hourglass-figure
corseted in stripper heels
cleavage
platinum blond
and oh so fucking popular

Someone you'll look up to.
Someone you'll adore.
Someone who graces the stages of night-cities,
whose image burns your retinas in the best way,
whose internet omnipresence is infuriating.

I've spent so long trying to be your hero
that I fucking hate myself
almost as much as I hate her.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Atelier Gothique



photos by A Owen Layne, jewelry by Atelier Gothique, hair and make-up by moi!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Enfant de Boheme

another mask-
that's all they want
another pretty little tattooed love thing
another burlesque queen
with flawless features
slip on a wig
become someone new
in stockings with back-seams
and pink-glitter-beaded-panties

I AM NOT WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR

i am a riot waiting to happen
scarred arms and hard hearts
freckled
and laced with the taste of venom
i am a disillusioned child of revolution
forgotten by fame and fate alike
i don't like your music
or your art
i don't strip-
i just naturally come this way
and no-
i won't wear your mask

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Another Anonymous Letter

Dear Anonymous(es)-

How many times have I listened to you say you missed me, beg me to come back, at least to visit? How many times have you said I need to hop on a bus, that I could sleep on your couch if I make it there? How many times have I come to see you?

Now here's the real question- how many times have you come to see me? Why is $25 so much more to you than it is to me? Why is it so much easier for me to get on a bus and ride 3 hours than it is for you to do the exact same thing? Why don't you even fucking try?

So many of you seem to forget that friendship goes both ways, that maybe it isn't entirely my responsibility to make it work every single time...

But no. I only have friends when it's convenient for them, when it doesn't cost them anything. I only have friends when it doesn't require any effort on their part.

I almost don't even want to come back anymore... It feels pointless.

-Me

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

A New Kind Of Alchemy

It's just about time for a new life,
a new adventure,
a new me.

Revise
Reinvent
Repeat

Maybe I'll find a new skyline to stare at,
A new place to call home-base.

Or maybe I'll just be a new girl.

I want to do something I've never done before.

I crave change.

I want to experiment with art,
with life,
with me.

I want to create something
beautiful
memorable
sick and twisted
terrifying
shiny
funny
poisonous
tear-jerking
big
and completely real.

I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD.

I want to get jet-lagged somewhere south of here,
I want to run away to somewhere warm.

I want a new beginning,
not just picking up where I left off,
and I want to start with a BANG.

That's what alchemy means, isn't it?-
taking something worthless
and making gold.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Ba Mhaith Si Go Gortaigh Sibh

Ba mhaith sibh go dti ga mise den chinheal ceanna sibh athlaimhe go. Ba mhaith sibh go dti bheith i ngra le mise o taobh istigh as baile, bheith i ngra le mise amhail mise aon rud sibh mair ar. Ba mhaith si go dti gortaigh sibh. Ba mhaith sibh go amharc at mise amhail a realta, amhail a slanaitheior, amhail a pianmhar dochas. Ba mhaith sibh go mothaigh ni eigin, rud ar bith... A fhad agus si is tuairim is mise.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Skeleton Dance - by Kollin Bliss


by Kollin Bliss, hair and make-up by me, bow by GloBows