Pyrrsefanie -> RE: The Broken Toe (4/6/2008 3:16:18 PM)
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ORIGINAL: MladyHathor How many times have you walked away-- cursed the darkeness, kicked the wall and asked, why-why Me, why can I not live without this that burns inside Me---why am I pushed, compelled, driven, to be this thing that I am, to stand firm that at all costs I can be nothing less? I've done it a lot. Never broken a toe, but there's been plenty of wall-kicking, wall-punching, and laying on my back staring at the ceiling wondering "why." Specifically, "why can't I be normal?" It's a question I've asked myself since I was a kid. Why do I get off on stripping people down to their barest semblances of self and take pleasure in knowing that they do it willingly for me? Why do I melt every time I see a well-dressed, well-made-up sissy slut? From where does this desire to dominate come? Is it good? Is it bad? Am I so firmly mired into it that I can't see it as anything but vital to my very essence, when in reality perhaps it's tearing me down piece by piece? And it goes much beyond the "darkness" related to my lifestyle choice. It also goes to my fascination with the occult, death, the darker side of human nature... I've tried to deny it but never have succeeded in breaking away. I had a best friend in school who came to me one day with tears in her eyes and told me that her parents had forbidden her to play with me anymore, because of my belief in the spirit world. At a parent-teacher night they told my parents basically that I was a little hellspawn. That's always stuck with me -- it was my first real validation that, to quote Miss Clavel, "something is not right," and that the world has no tolerance for such things. Amidst the despair, though, a stronger part of me which has only recently risen up will tap me on the shoulder and say "This is who you are. Embrace it." While I still think my life could be much easier now and in the past had I ever been just a "normal girl," I know that living that sort of life would be denying my true self... and what sort of superficial, brittle happiness would plague me then? I chose my web handle for a reason. It's a corrupted spelling of Persephone, the goddess who was bound to the underworld against her own will and without her knowledge.
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