As you’re writing this, you are a super broke goth chick with brains and a heart of gold. Regardless of what is being thrown at you, you always turn out fine. You’re a fighter and all the fights are worth the battle. You will win the war and get out of this jail of poverty and be enlightened with what you need to move forward in this beautiful world. You are a moon child. Lover of the night. You are a dark rose waiting to blossom through the feet of snow. Even though, it keeps coming down heavy, wet, and cold. You know you’ll make it. You are a lovely creepy darling. You will have a successful blog and channel, successful music career, successful business… why? Because you can! You have the strength of a thousand men and even though you are reading these words right now with tears pouring down your porcelain face… you know deep inside it will be alright.
Lately, I have been in a curious mood and lately something has been pulling me in a strange direction. My mother was adopted when she was a baby back in the late 60s. And due to health concerns, she has been looking for the records but is having trouble because it was a Catholic Agency. The curiosity is there mainly because all she knows of her parents were that they were young and in college for music and arts. Could this be where my love for these things stems? I know where I get it on my father’s side, but not my mom’s side. It’s strange that I’m not the one adopted yet I feel the urgency to find out. Every time I go out in public, I could be seeing one of my relatives. Did they ever make it into the music and art world? What is the other half of my bloodline? I know my fathers has German/Polish/Austrian. Who is the other half of me?
Is this normal for me to feel this way? Even though I know my parents? Why am I so curious? Why should I give a damn about this? Could it just be my interest in figuring out mysteries? I don’t know. But one thing is for sure, that I would like to know. Even through all I’ve been through, and even though my parents aren’t together nor do they speak to each other, I would still like to know. It would be nice to know, even if they never want to say hello.
I just need to know where to start looking.
Dear Wealthy People,
I feel sorry for you. Thinking that myself and the fellow working class want all your money. We don’t. We don’t want your money nor your sixteen different homes and vacations spots. We don’t want your private jets, and limos. We don’t want your boringly stuffy parties. We just want to live comfortably without debt. We want to be able to keep our homes, and pay our bills. Hell, I don’t have a problem paying bills, if I had the chance to live comfortable and not worry bout how far I can push $45 for the week or month. Your paranoia and greed make you think you have the right to control. You don’t. You’re human beings such as we are. We are just of different classes. You will perish just like we will. And I’m not writing this out of angst. I’m writing this because it’s the damn truth. Enjoy your luxuries – but your luxuries come with people who are fake. While you have to look over your shoulder and be wary about who you talk about, I have true friends there for me. No matter what. I love every aspect of my life. The only thing I ask, is to live comfortably.
Hello Devils & Ghouls!
I have returned from Scare-A-Con today and I will admit I teared up a little when it was over. It was a very nice con and I made a lot of professional contacts! There were a few things missing though: The music choice was awkward… it could have been more eerie or Halloween like. And they needed to advertise better for the short films.
We did however…have an interesting run in with the owner of the bat mobile. I’m pretty sure his reputation is ruined for future conventions. He chased a friend of ours around the casino parking lot and building demanding he pay for a picture and stole his camera. He even when as far as having casino security and cops arrive. Now see, it was $10 to take a pic of the bat mobile if you crossed the line. A friend of ours came in late and the sign was taken down because they were closing up, so he snapped a picture and walked out. Instead of the man being polite about it saying “Excuse me sir, but there is a $10 charge for pics across the line…” He went bazurk and acting in an unprofessional manner. Vampire Santa lent my friend the $10 to pay the man off… but it was a very interesting birthday.
This week, there will be a lot of videos posted about the event and what we received at the event. Below are a FEW of the pictures I got at con. Enjoy!
My dearest Devil’s and Ghouls,
It has been brought to my attention that I have been tagged in the cliched “15 things about me” tag. I was going to make this a video but decided to put it in blog format instead. Mostly becuase I am too lazy to get away from my Indiana Jones Marathon.
Here we go:
- I adore old cars and drive a 1966 Rambler myself.
- I am not someone you’d see talking in a crowd.
- I battle with the waves of depression.
- I can sense things about people without knowing them or pick up on people’s emotions rather quickly.
- I am a hobbyist photographer.
- I’m addicted to Type O Negative and The Bronx Casket Company.
- I enjoy the thunderstorms.
- I began singing at the age of 3.
- I talk to myself daily.
- I believe in spirits.
- I despise Dub step with a passion – even the word Dub step sends me into a tizzy.
- I am the owner of 400+ books which are scattered all over my residence, so when I get in the mood to pick up a book its a surprise.
- I am the owner of a B.C. Rich Warlock.
- I live with my boyfriend of 1 year and 3 months with our cat, Harrington.
- My dream is to have a “castle” house built on my property and share it with my vampire King (my love) until we pass on.
There are 15 Things about Mercy.
Thank you for the comments and emails all that.
– Mercy Desdemona
A great part of a relationship is that you get to share your friends with your boyfriend, and you get to meet his. But it’s not always fun when the girls do nothing but harass and attempt petty drama. I get very defensive about my relationship, and I do NOT tolerate any over stepping boundaries or the fact that these “friends” are taking my boyfriend’s nice nature as something more than it is. I can honestly say, girls I distrust with a deep passion. They have to earn my trust. And so far, even when I’m nice… these chicks are harrassing me and trying to stir trouble. I don’t want my low confidence to kick in again, but sometimes it does….
My love and the autumn leaves in Spring. Welcome to the North. Just did a minor edit to bring out the colors of the leaves and add a soft tone. © Mercy Desdemona 2013