Being a goth dating site it’s kinda safe to assume that we’re all possessed by the more enchanting stuff life has to offer, the blood, the rock and roll, the castles and ruins and f*cking pumpkin spice candles lit at every opportunity. And, of course, sacrificing the sh*t out of virgins inside pentagrams.
(On a slightly more serious note, it’s not just about having orgasms every Sunday morning when the village church bells ring out.. I get spiritually seized by gothic culture because, like punk rock, it was very misunderstood and I think behind the death and destruction, there’s this beating heart that mourns from compassion for nature, for animals and humans alike, hence the celebration of death and destruction is really just this hunger for rebirth of a world we can feel more at peace within. Not this suicidal system of greed and ignorance causing so much suffering. That’s the real unholy celebration of death and destruction right there.. ironically, committed by those that wouldn’t dare to surrender to a more thoughtful perspective such as, well, goth I guess. So I love how embracing the gothic world is a rejection of the system of all its crap. And when it’s accompanied by powerful music that makes your soul feel as immortal as Dracula himself, there’s just no return from that old world of Phil Collins under the rainbow disco lights.. and spice girls promoting girl power with, er.. zero powerful lyrics.. (to be fair, some of that sh*t was kinda catchy. Oh I confess I was lured. And the blonde babe Emma.. first crush ever) Or was it that babe in never ending story.. well, anyway, that sh*t is buried deep beneath 20 years transformation from a kid to a.. er, big kid, and doesn’t really need digging up from the tomb.)
Alas, now we’ve filtered out a substantial amount of babes on here via indulging in some almost Socrates style philosophy.. for those awesome enough to still remain.. let’s rock:
So what does the guy love?
Hmm, good question. Everything. Well.. maybe not. Sometimes I hate everything.. but then it could be argued I love that. I guess more a lover than a hater, but it’s natural to get all pissed off, and no better time to be pissed when the rainforests are on fire and the little biodiversity that isn’t already f*cked is facing an imminent f*cking in any case. And still nothing changes - there’s billions of us now, well so much for people power huh.. so called leaders are still pointing nukes at our arse, and the only sh*t us Brits are blessed with in the media is a constant loop of brexit and the american president and the kids are all dancing to.. what’s that pop chick.. oh yeah, Taylor swift. Good grief what a bloody dead and most satanic time to be alive. No.. not satanic I retract that. If it was satanic it might be even a little fun. Taylor swift sacrificing little sh*ts on an altar naked and all bloody. Oh man. But nope.. Just a boring way for humanity to meet its demise. If this was a movie it’d be a total f*cking anti-climax at the end wouldn’t it. No bastard even giving a damn. What’s that god awful film.. oh yeah, oh gawd - ‘deep impact’, but instead of drilling into the comet they’d just form a sodding conga line after snorting some toxic white powder and let the f*cker crash to earth. Which at this point wouldn’t be a bad thing anyway. A much better ending. An honest ending. Selfish bastards to the bitter end. The dead Buddha dude was bang on from the moment he hit enlightenment squatting under that big tree - suffering is caused by our own selfish cravings. We had plenty of time to meditate and realise the ego is a bullsh*t delusion, our own personal matrix - but no we chose to betray and squander our capability to be cool, to be virtuous, to find happiness more lasting, and truly enjoy life by getting the most from it and enshrining it in purpose, clarity, meaning, to overcome our hunger for fleeting transitory pleasures.
But fortunately for me, and hopefully for you, we’re blessed to be part of the resistance. So back to what I love. Is there anything to salvage from it all. Yeah actually.. I love poetry, good music, anything that’s powerful enough to turn you into spider man and climb the walls.. or the Incredible Hulk and put your fists through it. I love punk rock, it never occurred to me that kinda stuff is angry music. Anger is blind rage without focus and control. This music was very controlled, directed, and liberating. In addition I love gothic rock.. it’s kinda elegant and dark, and something intensely romantic about it. Also love electronic rock, and maybe even classical stuff like the Mozart dude, if I’m feeling a bit decadent. Love red wine. Or Malibu or vodka. But let’s not jump to conclusions now - not a big drinker.. well not like pouring it on the cereal yet.. (so come get me while I’m in my prime and not some failed rock musician washing down a thousand fags with a bottle of vodka per day) so anyway, some weekends I’ll let loose and become a little intoxicated if there’s a some bands playing i wanna see. Or just if I wanna sit in a pub alone and watch the village folk mope around and stare at cricket on the TV. Just quite thrilling really. But it’s not all about trashing the liver. Let’s not forget life is one hell of a contradicting bugger. Kinda two extremes, either healthy vegan or.. suicidal sized banquet Henry the eighth style buffets just without the beheadings. Cross thy heart. Yes I adore contradictions, because life is so fraught with them.
But not too many. I’m fact, I tend to adhere to some pretty principled foundations, I love loyalty, compassion, free speech, human rights.. rest assured, as scary as some of the pics might be, the hearts pretty pure in this one.
Well no hatred for anything specific. Apart from.. hatred itself. And hating everything like I said. That’s a temporary thing though. You know those days when you need a little “f**k it all man” to find your centre again. Not that I’d embroil a potential partner into any of that sh*t. But obviously there’s a few frustrations that may make themselves visible. Sci fi.. I cant do that. Maybe one sci fi movie on occasion. But if your that woman that’s obsessed with Star Wars or what’s that f*cking thing.. oh yeah captain marvel.. I dunno what that’s all about but it looks pretty sci fi to me.. I really really get tortured by that stuff. So that’s gotta go on the hate list. I’m pretty open and adventurous hence why I would sacrifice my arse to the occasional sci fi film but.. within reason. Like once every, blood moon.
So that’s the brief summery/introduction nailed.. I’m getting older now, although I fail to reveal it too much externally thank f*ck, and also wiser. Not much but enough to not take much bulls**t, so, ideally I’m seeking a woman with a mature outlook and, she’d be creative, have a passion of some kind.. and a real drive to do it.. she’d even put it way before me on the most important scale. But it would be a passion she’d like to share with me, and vice versa. She’d like adventures and know when to let her hair down, but not too many adventures because she’d be pretty busy engaged in whatever inspires her and she’s passionate about. She’d be a big dreamer, so much so it would be impossible for her dreams to not manifest within the waking world because she becomes all she wishes to be in defiance of all that barricades her from victory. Man that sounds kinda like a quote from some wise bearded philosopher. Check me out. But yeah you get the drift, that’s the partner I’m scoping for. So, please do bare that in mind if you are gonna throw a message this way.
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The wink button
Lee is a little torn on this one, whilst it’s kinda complimentary in nature, it’s also becoming a real pain in the arse and the ultimate anti-climax to see, for example, “satanicwerewolfbabe666 has sent a message” Only to later discover all werewolf babe has done is lazily clicked on the wink button. Why’s everyone so devoid of creativity these days. Entertain the poor guy for goodness sakes! Or even bore him stupid about the latest captain marvel bullsh*t. At this point he doesn’t even care. That dream of a mating partner that’s obsessed with writing, or is in crazily in love with music that she might actually play a f*cking instrument - has long fizzled out, on dating sites I guess you gotta just really drop your standards. Well fine. But I’m not living on a steady diet of winks from girls. So from this day forward, winks are being black listed unless they come with at least a sentence of writing. That’s all the effort he asks for. Then in theory, he’ll take it from there. We can all manage a sentence right? Write? Maybe everyone’s secretly robots. My god. It would explain a lot.