greetings and salutations
i live in south asheville with my husband-to-be. although we are minutes from a somewhat metropolis (if your version of metropolis included mast general store, several co-ops, and too many hippies to count), i find that my work, my errant laziness, and my past bad experiences of being a part of an alternative community prevents me from joining any scene. it's not for lack of trying, really, as i tried to branch out and make new friends before i moved back up here. my result is a few faces on myspace that i never talk to.
and it appears that the central goth location is now no more: the night club joli rouge has evaporated. or maybe it shifted perceptions and is totally out of my realm to ever find again. i guess it was just as well: the few times i went it seemed like i would have a better time if i knew someone who could honestly call that place home. though me and my company drank, played pool, and watched the fire dancers like everyone else did, i could feel the stares on the backs of our black jackets and knew that they were thinking we didn't belong. this wasn't our club.
which sometime makes me comforted in the fact that i don't go anywhere. fine. let me stay home amongst my cliched mess of halloween decor and books full of spooky and pagan things. i know this town has a haunted history and i can enjoy its many wonders on my own. if i ever join another physical group of like-minded organisms, it will have to be at a slow and steady pace. hmm, maybe i'll start a goth/pagan new mommies group some time next year.
yeah, we'll see how that works out.
and it appears that the central goth location is now no more: the night club joli rouge has evaporated. or maybe it shifted perceptions and is totally out of my realm to ever find again. i guess it was just as well: the few times i went it seemed like i would have a better time if i knew someone who could honestly call that place home. though me and my company drank, played pool, and watched the fire dancers like everyone else did, i could feel the stares on the backs of our black jackets and knew that they were thinking we didn't belong. this wasn't our club.
which sometime makes me comforted in the fact that i don't go anywhere. fine. let me stay home amongst my cliched mess of halloween decor and books full of spooky and pagan things. i know this town has a haunted history and i can enjoy its many wonders on my own. if i ever join another physical group of like-minded organisms, it will have to be at a slow and steady pace. hmm, maybe i'll start a goth/pagan new mommies group some time next year.
yeah, we'll see how that works out.