Fiz_The_Toaster said:
This too.
It died in my area and was replaced by the emo kids that thought they were goth and ruined it for the rest of us. The scene got really bad here, and so I just stopped being around them since I wanted nothing to do with them anymore. It more about sex here than anything else. Ask them about theatre and whatever and they give you a blank stare, and they just go back to being...whatever they were doing.
Such is life I suppose. :/
Exactly.
For me, it all started out by dressing up majestically, and we would still spontaneously congregate to, say, bring a lost, drunk soul home and turn his humble abode into a black hippie love zone. We'd bite off moles and stitch up holes. We'd get drunk on red wine, met and absinthe while discussing Camille de Saint-Saens or de Sade or agreeing on Marilyn Manson being an exploitative hack (Still like Antichrist Superstar and most everything prior to that).
The scene was decidedly monochrome in appearance, but it was home and family to the most diversified individuals around. It was the most forgiving and all-inclusive scene I've ever seen. Gay? Transsexual? Bus driver? Pervert? Come all, we love you as long as you don't bore the nipples off our tits. You'd stand at the bar discussing Tetsuo Iron Man or Big Lebowski while sipping White Russians, getting complimented for your vintage corsage before going walkies with the gimp-on-a-leash that chose you as his mistress for the night. You'd let him lick your boots and whip him a bit before allowing him to stand and wank in the corner in all his seven foot muscleman glory while you were trying to get impregnated in the communal love zone by your loved one. It was a good time, and we traumatized many a technicolor homeboy in baggy pants and saggy face that would never understand why he wasn't let in or what we were really up to.
Don't diss the sex. It was splendid fun and good. There were plenty of asexuals, antisexuals and indecisive folks happy to just go peeping tom in their corners, even if that corner was right in the middle of the action.
Most other parties and festive events I've since been to don't really deserve to be called such.