From: EmmaPeel84@aol.com
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 00:14:40 EDT
Subject: That Personal Introduction Business and More Insomniac Babble
To: NYCgoth-L@necronomi.com




I am going to be a great old bore and merely repost my first intro. Here we 
go now...

I wonder if I became a goth out of default or conscious inclination. I 
suppose my first sign should have been when, still in elementary school, I 
would find myself configuring grotesque phantoms and fairytale menaces out of 
ceiling cracks and decaying wooden furniture drawers. These, my companions, 
would wallow away the night with me, withdrawing with a smirk for perhaps 
that one hour before I'd have to go to school and practice bad penmanship and 
fire drills. 

At 15 the sorcery of bad paint jobs and cheap furniture was usurped by skinny 
child wonders,  faces peering out from behind a strange montage of acne and 
cheap rice powder. If we got past the bouncers places like The Bank and 
Communion at Limelight were ours until morning, and then perhaps we'd catch a 
train to school and let the makeup roll down our faces in math class and the 
smell of clove cigarettes lace text books and antiseptic walls.

Actually, perhaps its not my hours, but this heavy handed prose style and 
penchant for melodrama that make me best suited for this scene (smile).

(...Ok, I have been sitting at this computer for a full non-typing 2 minute 
respite. Now I could probably write about  the lack of something to write 
about, and how ironic that is as I'm a writer. But I won't....)

Well, let's skip from 15 to 22 and 11/12ths, which is where I now type to you 
(still awkwardly and with two fingers). About to graduate NYU with a major in 
English lit, I hope that I am not destined for hamburger flipping, which 
would rather vex me as at least the old world starving artist had a more 
romantic stigmatization in his cruddy garret pre-McDonalds epoch. But I 
couldn't bring myself to study anything else. Over the years I have gotten to 
discover and love such authors as Sartre, Rimbaud, Styron, Huxley and Lewis 
Carroll , and hope to someday write something 1/10000th (or something around 
there) as interesting (not counting personal introduction emails). Other 
loves include mythology, theater, opera, all types of dance, and savvy spy 
gear (ala Emma Peel Extrodinaire).

But these days you'd most likely find me at Coney Island late at night--I 
think its something about the old world splendor juxtaposed with the decay;  
I always think of a delicious fruit that has rotted to the core. The Brooklyn 
Promendade or anything by water are also fun, but I find that my favorite 
thing to do above all right now are midnight picnics on my rooftop, complete 
with the cheesy candles and bad poetry readings in miniature. Then there are 
those even cooler nights, alone sans glam girl attire and in grandma-esk 
nightgown watching Labyrinth or The Never Ending Story, wishing I had enough 
of Davie Bowies audacity to wear those tight, tight pants.

Oh yes, my name is Leonora, although not the Leonora who I noticed is also 
registered for this site--I guess its only in Gothland that I would ever find 
someone else with that name. I'd love to correspond with people who like 
goth, so feel free to email me.
   
                       Leonora Helena S.