Now that I have your attention .
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Yes, I am an Elder Goth.
Not a youngster who poses, but the real deal.
Born in black.
Like a lost Addams Family member.
Award-winning poet and dramatist.
Screenwriter of dark fantasy.
Film school reject.
Grad school dropout.
The Sid Vicious of the graveyard groove (without the drugs and early death).
Sometime actor.
Longtime anarchist.
Middle-aged guy, still funny as all heck, not as pale as my teenage years (and certainly not as scary).
Nonsmoker, no criminal record, no drug or alcohol dependencies.
I eat way too much chocolate.
Seeking a clean, cozy but spooky abode.
Like Spike's crypt from Buffy without the crazed slayer obsession (okay, Faith would worth the addiction, frankly.
Or Dark Willow.
Yummy.
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Likes: Switchblade Symphony and yes Siouxsie, too.
Eighties Clive Barker.
70's Cronenberg.
The Lost Boys .
Steak.
Real Goth chicks with meat on their bones.
Occult tomes.
And chocolate, of course.
Dislikes: alcoholics, people who think elections matter, the Perry Swifts, movie directors who butcher source material (like those goddess-awful Dune remakes and the recent Halloween disasters), soy anything.
Willing to work it off.
I can tutor many humanities subjects and of course writing, re-write your mediocre college essay, clean the apartment, cook semi-gourmet, read Poe to your college class, assist you with computer or office work, craft some damn fine lies for your business or personal website, make those genius rock lyrics truly sing (musicians and pretty much all artists always need help with something), help you shoot that art video, watch your dog or cat or house in the woods while you are away slaying dragons, organize the garage, swab the decks, etc.
Prefer a work trade, actually.
Email me soon.
I may turn into a venomous psychedelic toad and teach some shaman a real lesson in species extinction.
Toodles, dark darlings.
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