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I'm a 23 year old, heterosexually challenged male from the likes of Campbelltown, and i like cheese.
I'm ass over bits for a non fag raver fag. xxx I'm hella smitten for this guy! Mmmmm yes i love him good! xxx
Procrastinator at large & a fearfull love of epiphanies, not only give you time, but too perceptions modified.
Huh?
A Club Kid since the ripe age of 13.
Born into the gay clubs of Oxford Street, Sydney soon after my first march in the Gay Mardi Gras of 1997.
An eye opening experience for a kid. It was time to break free!
I could not have even imagined what was to come next... Later to be blessed with many memories, and long time friends that i still know to date.
Over the next three years i got a little experimental let's say.
I decided to embrace the body, that is our canvas, and went a little spastic.
I worked @ Soho in Surry Hills, learnt how to do Hair Extentions and fucked off, purely for my own benifet, though i did make some extra cash by doing them for people along the way.
Gained some bling - Lip x2, tongue, septum.
Finding my love for the Industrial/EBM/Electro Club Scene.
I was introduced to Hellrazor, a kick ass club @ a venue once called Round Midnight on Roslyn Street in Sydney's, Kings Cross. It later moved to Regent Street's, Black Market.
Hot venue! Hot venue indeed!
I also could be found @ random clubs like Plastic, Kooky, Blast Furnace @ the Dendy, Raygun, and gigs @ The Daintree and Sega World.
During this i attended my first doof - Something @ 61 Regent Street, Sydney.
Gotta love that place!
Followed by Happy Valley - (Which rocked despite the NSW Police Force!) - R.I.P.
This was when Big Day Out's were ok to mediocre and i could still buy Fudge Hair Dye.
Eventually i tired of clubs and had a break for what seemed like years but turned out to be months.
I ended up finding Kontrol @ The Lansdown, and Vortex. R.I.P.
Various gigs @ the Phoenix Bar on Oxford Street, Evil @ Club 77, Neotokyo events also @ 77 and Candy's Appartment.
Amongst this i ended up taking off to Melbourne briefly and getting the chance to see their club scene, which was quite refreshing.
Ahhh the whirlwind days.... Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll!!!!
Only to loose control and learn many of life's harsh lessons.
Yes.
I believe wisdom comes from experience.
21 onwards i found love for new things, including myself and those i surround myself with.
Music tastes and club styles changed, friends came and friends went, a complete Subconcious Pro-Active- Cow Dipping/System Restore.
New. But not.
Thus, new people, new friends, new memories, more knowledge, emotional adjustment, more rewarding acheivements and just a better outlook on life.
Heavily influenced by my love for the 70's, 80's and 90's combined with Industrial/Cyber origins, love for dirty n' sexy house/electro/beats and the all round nutter that i am...
...makes way for a fucked up Mighty Morphin Power Ranger type, on crack(but not), fantasizing about being Pikatu going back in time to smoosh the grey matter from Scars'(The Lion King) nostril's before he kills Mufasa and makes me fucking cry!
Criminal!
Outburst....
Which makes a great introduction for my last but not least lil snippet of life's shinanegans, my habitat of today, Club 77 - Starfuckers. Followed by Loose Ends, Sunday nights @ Phoenix.
D.A.N.C.E. is my taste, in sweaty, dark clubs with my Hag and co is my game.
Stomping the floor, bellow is a pool of my own sweat which allows better foot movement seeing me until dawn or lights on.
Random brushes of wet flesh from those fucking the dancefloor just as much as the next.
Industrial fans and speaker towers that release deep hard growls that every twat shivers in response, old friends, new friends, free water and strobe mazes for boys who need 2 wee.
Now that my friends, i love!
That is where my heart is.
The dancefloor and me.
Go check it out. Find their myspace.
Add them. Love them.
Rock on motherfuckers!
Peace.