Saturday, August 06, 2005
I Am Marilyn from Time to Time
No, not Marilyn Monroe. Although, I would LIKE to have as much status as that big girl did (and does). She has a strange following of folks. But I'm referring to Marilyn Munster.

See, Marilyn Munster was that cousin on the Munster's that was completely normal-looking, but surrounded by freaks and totally comfortable about them. I see myself as Marilyn because I also prefer the company of weirdos and 'gothic' types. I like darkly romantic thing and dark industrial music. I wish more could be done at night time than the day and I don't like getting sunburnt.
However, I am so on the fringe of 'looking' dark and goth. That's because I'm in a 'professional' job (ha! Probation as a profession!) that I can't really get away with anything too over the top. I had hair extensions for awhile that really freaked some people out. I also like my black nail polish on my toes, but even that is frowned upon.

So, the important thing for me to remember is that dressing and looking one way is not the only means to express myself. Although I would like purple hair and lots of heavy eyeliner (and I think Michael would dig it, too), I can't do that at this stage in my life. In fact, I may only get away with that when I'm old...and all old ladies have purple hair at that point. Most of those old ladies belong to a garden club. So, Marilyn Munster and I will continue to look 'normal' and be the freaks of the gothic world.

Just as long as I'm freakish SOMEWHERE...that's all I've ever aspired for in appearance...
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