Best S&M, Volume 3 by M. Christian

Author:M. Christian [Christian, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LL-Publications

Halloween

By

Cecilia Tan

You wouldn’t believe the stuff they do around here in the name of Halloween. Actually it isn’t even Halloween. It’s anytime. You walk into The Strand for their supposed goth night any Wednesday and you’ll find stupid shit like fake cobwebs hanging above the bar and a lame little fog machine trying to make it “spooky.” Spooky is a good name for a dog, not the atmosphere for goths. Or maybe it’s just me. Twenty-one years old and jaded as fuck. Maybe I’m like those super-pious Christians, for whom Christmas is ruined by overcommercialism and hokey dumb crap for kids. Same thing, right? Halloween should be the goth Christmas, except who cares anyway?

So it was that on Halloween night I was at The Strand, sneering at a bunch of the newcomers who were slumming with the Halloween theme. Let’s go hang out with the spooky vampire chicks. Fuck off. Go play pool or watch a ballgame or something. I was all in white to confuse the fuck out of them – the dress looked like a little girl’s first communion dress, not like a wedding gown. Simpler, smaller. I wore a white wig. Some tourist asked me what I was supposed to be and I was going to tell him “a goth, fuckface” but for some reason I decided to take the high road, and told him I was Cathy from Wuthering Heights. He replied he’d never seen that show and I wanted to beat him over the head with a book. Any book would do, but how about a nice fat one like a leatherbound edition of Moby Dick? Yeah, so I have weird fantasies, get used to it.

Micah was there that night, and Jeana, and Ash. All people I was desperately tired of. I resolved to spend most of the night on the dance floor where idiots wouldn’t talk to me and I wouldn’t have to listen to Ash mooning over some girl he’d never touch. But I ended up at the bar on the far side of the floor instead, nursing a Grand Marnier and pushing some stupid plastic spiders around on the bartop.

The guy next to me was perhaps the only interesting thing about the night, and only because I couldn’t read him. People wear all sorts of stuff to goth clubs. We have the punks in chains, high goths in velvet, fetish crowd in latex and leather, and then on Halloween you can mix in a lot of other randoms in black. This one was in leather, but he wasn’t done up like the fetishwear people usually were. It’s hard to explain. He wasn’t projecting an image with what he wore, unlike everybody else in the place. He was in black leather pants, a black silk shirt, a leather vest, and a leather jacket. He projected an air of ease, like this was what he wore every day. He was drinking water, leaning against the bar next to me, looking utterly relaxed and calm in the hubbub of the club.

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