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A Liniment's Evil Work
For those that aren't familiar with the Club Kids, here is a link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Club_Kids
I'm not mentioning them to say that I was on their level, and I don't think I really even knew about their existence at the time, but there was kind of a parallel in that these people lived for going out to clubs and raves (I was going somewhere at least 3 nights a week on top of my Friday DJ gig - often going to "nearby" larger cities like Charlotte or Atlanta - or even going as far as Cincinnati), and that they also had a striking appearance (very creative, a lot more so than I could come up with in most cases, but also some of the looks were pretty ludicrous (although I guess that's what they were often going for so props to them).
I was also in the south where it took a lot less to stand out, and I also wasn't just a "freaks come out at night" (famous electro-rap song by Whodini) although about 8-10 years before this time period so it would have been a bit dated by then.
It's also not like I could just easily remove all of the colors in my hair and then put them back again when I wanted to go at night. Also the piercings. And I didn't feel like I should have to conform anyway so some accessories like my watch which looked like it was from some cyberpunk future and pretty big and clunky (someone once said it was like I was carrying a suitcase on my arm, but that was more then a bit of an exaggeration) so I pretty much stood out all of the time no matter how little else I "dressed up". Oh, and always different color contacts in each eye (I usually went with a green and a purple). That was just the minimum of "striking" stuff when I went out anywhere like during the day.
It seemed to attract a lot of (mostly positive) attention from women (and I don't just mean those in "alternative" subcultures) so I often had people either coming up and flirting with me, or being more subtle like just making eye contact while smiling, or whatever.
That's not to even mention the attention I got when I was going out dancing (and I was also known for my dancing - i don't even know how to describe it - some kind of footwork).
One woman i was with said something one time along the lines of "every single woman in here is staring at you."
Long story not ever going to be short at this point, there started to usually be at least one or more women that I was dating at any one time.
Some I liked more than others, naturally, and so I didn't let myself become too pulled into their orbit or stop also dating other women when they asked (but they would stop things with me if I said no to the request).
However if I really liked someone, it would be pretty much exclusive from the point I met them. It was weird how no words ever needed to be said - like we would both just know.
The problem is that i often was like Icarus - I couldn't really hold on to this beautiful woman, could I?
I still held all of the self-loathing inside of myself, and she's going to eventually find out how incapable I am.
"You were so hard to find. The beautiful ones, they hurt you everytime (...) The beautiful ones, you always seem to lose"
There was one woman in particular who I thought was so beautiful, and she went by the name Guinevere (surely that must have not been her real name!? right?), but that's how she introduced herself to me one night (and while she was with another guy in tow. what was she playing at there?)
i never really tried to get with her, but I guess maybe she had been waiting for her moment to strike with me which was one particular night i just went out with some guy friends.
I left the club for a little while with her because she wanted to take me somewhere to eat and talk for a bit, and when we got back to the club, I just kind of jumped out of the car (I guess she wasn't going back in (surprise to me), and then asked me something like "i don't even get a kiss or anything?!" so I walked back over to give her a kiss, and while kissing her it occurred to me how absurd and impossible the situation was in my mind (someone this beautiful wanting me?!) so the kissing turned into a laugh on my part, but I think she took it that I was laughing at her because she was kind of catty to me when I saw her after that).
Now at this point I think I've started to lose the plot, but the main thing I'm trying to get across is that in the middle of all this stuff, there was sometimes something of "I want to pull you exclusively into my orbit" that I just wasn't going to do with the options I had available.
I know the songs I referenced are anachronistic for the time period I'm talking about, but I don't care.
I'm not mentioning them to say that I was on their level, and I don't think I really even knew about their existence at the time, but there was kind of a parallel in that these people lived for going out to clubs and raves (I was going somewhere at least 3 nights a week on top of my Friday DJ gig - often going to "nearby" larger cities like Charlotte or Atlanta - or even going as far as Cincinnati), and that they also had a striking appearance (very creative, a lot more so than I could come up with in most cases, but also some of the looks were pretty ludicrous (although I guess that's what they were often going for so props to them).
I was also in the south where it took a lot less to stand out, and I also wasn't just a "freaks come out at night" (famous electro-rap song by Whodini) although about 8-10 years before this time period so it would have been a bit dated by then.
It's also not like I could just easily remove all of the colors in my hair and then put them back again when I wanted to go at night. Also the piercings. And I didn't feel like I should have to conform anyway so some accessories like my watch which looked like it was from some cyberpunk future and pretty big and clunky (someone once said it was like I was carrying a suitcase on my arm, but that was more then a bit of an exaggeration) so I pretty much stood out all of the time no matter how little else I "dressed up". Oh, and always different color contacts in each eye (I usually went with a green and a purple). That was just the minimum of "striking" stuff when I went out anywhere like during the day.
It seemed to attract a lot of (mostly positive) attention from women (and I don't just mean those in "alternative" subcultures) so I often had people either coming up and flirting with me, or being more subtle like just making eye contact while smiling, or whatever.
That's not to even mention the attention I got when I was going out dancing (and I was also known for my dancing - i don't even know how to describe it - some kind of footwork).
One woman i was with said something one time along the lines of "every single woman in here is staring at you."
Long story not ever going to be short at this point, there started to usually be at least one or more women that I was dating at any one time.
Some I liked more than others, naturally, and so I didn't let myself become too pulled into their orbit or stop also dating other women when they asked (but they would stop things with me if I said no to the request).
However if I really liked someone, it would be pretty much exclusive from the point I met them. It was weird how no words ever needed to be said - like we would both just know.
The problem is that i often was like Icarus - I couldn't really hold on to this beautiful woman, could I?
I still held all of the self-loathing inside of myself, and she's going to eventually find out how incapable I am.
"You were so hard to find. The beautiful ones, they hurt you everytime (...) The beautiful ones, you always seem to lose"
There was one woman in particular who I thought was so beautiful, and she went by the name Guinevere (surely that must have not been her real name!? right?), but that's how she introduced herself to me one night (and while she was with another guy in tow. what was she playing at there?)
i never really tried to get with her, but I guess maybe she had been waiting for her moment to strike with me which was one particular night i just went out with some guy friends.
I left the club for a little while with her because she wanted to take me somewhere to eat and talk for a bit, and when we got back to the club, I just kind of jumped out of the car (I guess she wasn't going back in (surprise to me), and then asked me something like "i don't even get a kiss or anything?!" so I walked back over to give her a kiss, and while kissing her it occurred to me how absurd and impossible the situation was in my mind (someone this beautiful wanting me?!) so the kissing turned into a laugh on my part, but I think she took it that I was laughing at her because she was kind of catty to me when I saw her after that).
Now at this point I think I've started to lose the plot, but the main thing I'm trying to get across is that in the middle of all this stuff, there was sometimes something of "I want to pull you exclusively into my orbit" that I just wasn't going to do with the options I had available.
I know the songs I referenced are anachronistic for the time period I'm talking about, but I don't care.