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[cupcake_goth]

Hey! The H.P. Lovecraft Short Film Festival is this weekend! I won't be attending because I have other stuff filling up my schedule, but I wanted to help promote it. Take a look at this post for more info (Clicky-link!)

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Speaking of promotion, on May 23 you really want to attend the Clang/Bang Cabaret Sepiachord event. (Clicky-link!) And guess what? Gothic Charm School is one of the co-hosts. Get dressed up and come on out!

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In other news, I'm waiting on answers to some emails and it's driving me MAAAAAAAAD. Help me, I need pleasant distractions.

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[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

Well, the first important thing is that I convinced matociquala to drive so that I could wear my Pennangalans (http://www.pennangalan.com/boots/FW83.php), in which I cannot drive. As it was St. Patrick's Day, although Ye Olde Gothe Clubbe (http://www.thehavenclub.com/) was not observing it as such, I wore the skirt you see in the icon, and paired it with a sleeveless Vivienne Tam top covered in square black sequins stitched on cornerwise. matociquala had a black velvet skirt, a green silk shirt, and a dark men's waistcoat, and a glitzy green scarf. Alas, we did not take pictures, but I think we looked great.

The DJs were in Crowd Pleaser mode rather than Music Snob mode -- "Panzermensch" followed by VNV Nation followed by "Straight to Video" and it kept going like that, with familiar songs that it was not possible to stay sitting down for.

I will continue in the next comment.

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There was also a fair amount of eye candy, suited to all genders and preferences. One sight that warmed the cockles of my ancient heart was a young fellow in a large, black, thoroughly spiked Mohawk, and baggy black pants and a red plaid shirt over a T-shirt. It's so nice to see the young ones holding up the traditions!

Said mohawked boy was also a very energetic dancer, and appeared equally pleased to go full-contact with a pink-haired girl and a bleached-blond flamboyantly gay boy he seemed to know. Also heartwarming.

And, as the evening progressed, he was also interested in dancing with me! And he had delightful manners about it -- first, an exchange of glances and grins, and then a non-bawdy brush of contact that, had I not been interested, I could have danced away from far enough to deflect, and then waiting for me to turn into the contact before he turned it into dancing-with. Entirely non-verbal, but PLAIN AS DAY. It was a joy.

I didn't exchange contact information with him -- better to maintain a sense of mystery, perhaps, and I've also got the sneaking suspicion that I'm old enough to be his MOTHER -- but perhaps he'll be there next week, and even if he's not, it was a bright moment in my existence.