Name: MidNight The Magnificent(Yeah, that's my real name. & that's all you're getting.)
Age: Immortally 18(I'm invincible too.)
Hair: Short black crew cut. I like it like that. (I'd also like purple highlights, but... The mother says “NO WAY”. End of discussion. So much for that. No matter. It's better that way. She couldn't recognize me when I've run away from home as I will, eventually... Mawhahahahaha!)
Gender:Female. (With Testerone.) You decide for yourself what I am.
Skin tone: Nice healthy tan with big beautiful tattoos all over. (Yeah right. I fucking wish.) I'd really like to get a caduceus tattoo on my back though. All in shades of royal purple. (Again, no way the mother can ID me then... Heh.) Mawhahahahahaha!
On second thoughts, tattoos are for wimps. I'm getting scarification done. An engraved outline of a Caduceus, BIG & beautiful on my back. Yeah! Gonna make even the most heavily tattooed people look like wimps. Scarification is also more permanent too. Heh. Oh, & I can go for a tanning session(the hell I'll get my tan on the beach, what with the ozone layer in the state it is now.) whenever I want to, without worrying about my ink fading. Hell yeah!
Eyes: Black. They'd hypnotize you into doing whatever I say.
Who I've got in my CD collection: A rather wide (& totally random) list which includes just about everybody & anybody from The Carpenters & Air Supply to Queen & The Police + Linkin Park/Shania Twain”Man, I feel like a woman! Yeah”/Lobo/MCR... Not forgetting Matchbox 20, Garbage, Mika, Micheal Jackson, Oasis, Rod Stewart, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin & gods knows who else I've forgotten(i.e. neglected to listen to lately) It totally helps to have so many different artistes to choose to listen to, depending on what I'm in the mood to write. Not that I'd ever write a love story (sorry, Air Supply.), more likely erotica than a conventional love story. Are you fucking kidding me!
As Said By... ME!
Being the egomaniac yours truly is, I hereby present you with some quotes from/about yours truly. Heh.
“It's never the ending that matters, but rather, the events leading up to it.”~2005
“Thank gods for hate. It's a feeling just as strong as love, only NOT self-destructive.”~16th Jan 07
“I'm really not a greedy girl. All I ask is one superpower. Invincibility.”~29th Aug 07
“On second thoughts, I guess I'd settle for Batman's GREATEST SUPERPOWER OF ALL. Limitless moolah. After all, ANY thing/one can be bought these days, as long as you got the .”~9th Sep 07
“I really wasn't lying when I said that I preferred girls. I am female & I do love myself above all others.”~15th Sep 07
“We don't smoke or do drugs. We eat. & we eat a lot. Watch us, it's like a horror show.”~Visk, 8th Mar 08
“No, I won't have a camera crane. I want a cherry picker so I can put my cameraman up there. It's no fun shouting at a computer.”~8th Mar 08
“We are perfection incarnate.”~8th March '08
“Believe me, tons of people would be dead already of I lived my life like in a movie/video game.”~19th March '08
“We'd never have to worry about a sex tape featuring yours truly because
1) I'd do no such thing. EVER.
& 2) I imagine FAT porn actresses are hard to come by, so they can't even digitize my face onto someone else's naked body.”~23rd March '08
“Nope, I'd never been interested in playing Princesses. I saw the appeals of being Queen though. Queens get to order 'OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!' Mawhahahahahaha!”~24th March '08
"Saying 'falling in love' or any other variation of that phrase, for that matter is so... YUCK!, so I'm now putting it this way:
'Hell freezes over before I fuck a man over what he's done to me emotionally.' Yeah baby. I may hate his guts, but as long as the sex is good, I don't fucking care."~5th Apr 08
“I'd rather turn my back on my world than on the family. Not out of love, believe me, it's simply because I know that the world is less likely to stick a knife in there.”~19th April '08
“Love? What use would I have for love? All I need is hate. Hate, & all the luck in the world, with Hermes' blessing.”~23rd April '08
“The one thing I'll never be is sui-cidal. Homi-cidal is all fine and good 'cause that ain't MY survival on the line. Other people? Who fucking cares?!”~25th April '08
“Lovers? I don't do lovers. Just fuck buddies.”~Turquoise, 13th May '08
"I do not live in the world of reality."~29th June '08
“I am not A big fat bitch. I am THE big fat bitch.”~30th June '08
“Can't be a goddess? That's alright. Monsters are immortal creatures too, are they not? But, one way or another, I will live forever!”~15th Jul '08
The Origins Of The Realm Of Delusion... (You know, that imaginary fantasy land in my head that I keep referring to occasionally...) @ here!Thank you! (Oh, & don't worry about that content warning thing. It's just me joking randomly & often, irreverently about sex & other "sacred" stuff. Knowing me, as far as I'm bloody concerned, NOTHING ought to be sacred & everything's just a whipping boy for me to have fun with. Really! No harm meant.)
It started as an in-joke between me & a few close friends that I was delusional enough to be crowned the Queen of Delusion(“I'd never been interested in playing Princesses. I saw the appeals of being Queen though. Queens get to order 'Off with their heads!'"~24th March. Yes, Alice In Wonderland has been a tremendous influence. Still dig it.)
Now, all Queens needed something to rule over, so we created my domain, the Realm Of Delusion. It was really REALLY funny & the absolute BEST part was that everybody else started thinking I was into some BOY called RoD(Are you fucking with me?! I'm obviously not into BOYS. Men, perhaps, but even then, not emotionally.) And so, the Realm Of Delusion still exists happily to this day. It's a safe refuge for the Queen whenever the real world gets too much. In fact, I haven't ventured out since 5 years ago when I pretty much moved here permanently. Yes, all mail to be directed here too: sg_loudhailer@hotmail.com. Get in touch for a chat! Thank gods this place has broadband.
It might interest you to know that inhabitants of this fantasy land include the one & only, yours truly, MidNight The Magnificent(aka the Empress Of Delusion...), Evil Twin(who I recently discovered is actually MALE, which would explain all the testerone. He likes to take over my body from time to time. Yes, Evil Twin is a pervert. BUT! He's MY pervert, so that's alright, I guess.), Conscience(whom I've locked it up in the deepest, darkest dungeons. Couldn't stand it nagging in my ear all the time then. It's so much better now.)
I will be a movie director someday, just you watch me! But in the meantime, I think I'll probably work as a stand-up to make ends meet or something. I'm pretty sure I can handle all that humour stuff. I certainly write a lot of it.
Homophobia and You: They're people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was .
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
Personally, I'm “Female with Testerone”, so I'm rather confused about where I fit into all this too. What/Who am I? Sigh... Doesn't matter. I still love me anyway. Oh, & yeah, still dig men in that SEXUAL way. Just not interested emotionally.
The dream I'm currently working on is, MidNight's Twisted Tales & How To Be A Superhero/Supervillian, so please R&R. Thank you so much, I love you guys!
Advice that's always worked for me that I figured I'd share with ya'll...
"Write the exact book that you yourself would be thrilled to read."~Lee Child
"Writing is easy. All you have to do is stare at a blank piece of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead."~Gene Fowler
(I really gotta thank my primary school teacher for this quote. You, sir, had faith in me when everyone else just wrote me off as a walking disaster-True. I'm still MOSTLY a walking disaster now, but I'm a walking disaster who writes! Heh. So there.) Thanks again, man!
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