If you're like me, (I know -- I'm sorry if you are)

But really, then you have plenty of friends and family who don't appreciate the finer , more bloody side of things the way you  and I do.  They don't value the erotic qualities of blood or the little orgasm-like shiver that a good scream or machete swing can bring, or the "hmmmmm yeah" sound you make when the lights suddenly go out and something slithers across your foot.

In other words:  They think you're a little cuckoo, a tad touched, charmingly eccentric, weird, raving lunatic, crazy, bonkers, sick, twisted, demented or totally f*cked up.

What action or comment by you caused this? 

When did you first notice that they were giving you that look? 

When did they take a step back and maybe even clutch their children a little tighter?

When did you make one gasp with something you did or said? 

What childhood or teenage action, that you thought was OK, do they still bring up when you've had a few drinks together with the expression "I knew you was a crazy bitch/sick bastard/ weird motherf*cker when you did . . . . what?

Or for the more extreme among you:  when did your family stop inviting you to cookouts or allowing your nieces or nephews to sleep over or start moving without telling you?

First, I jumped 20 feet in the air in the Tree of Life at Disney's Animal Kingdom when the bugs are supposed to crawl under you out the door during the bug's life thing, so i'd probably freak out at the slither thing.

Second, for further info, see my response to your comment on the sickness and sanity of this forum....

And third, I had a good one a couple weeks ago.  Brought a friend to NYC to see Poultrygeist.  He brought two of his own.  He loved it.  They.....ehhhhh....not so much.  Kinda walked a few steps behind us to the subway.  lol.

I'm very lucky actually.  I have friends who've accepted that I'm that way and taken it in stride.  They're pretty twisted themselves.  I love all movies so I tend to be the go-to movie guy and I'm very popular around Halloween.  They probably think I'm, as you so eloquently put it, "charmingly eccentric".  All I can say though is, its not perfect.  When I first saw Hatchet's "pop-cap kill" at a convention (still havent seen the whole movie yet but I own it) and I excitedly told other people about it...yeah THAT was a very evident pause....lol

 Well my family thinks I am weird because I love to watch movies that are considered horror but are based on true events. I am the type that will drive by a wreck and look for the gore. Blood, guts, gore and carnage don't bother me. I love to see the blood splatters in horror movies. I like to see if I can tell what type splatter it is. I guess that makes me weird or abnormal. I don't get invited to any family function now, because I am too weird for my straight laced family. I was a punk back in the 80's and a Goth in the 90's now I am little bit of all. I have often thought that there are people out there that should be eaten with a good red wine. So yes Pumpboy I am an out cast from my family, well my mom thinks along the same lines I do.  I like you Pumpboy I would eat you last.

My mom says she knew I was weird when I would get up in the middle of the night and she would find me sitting in front of the tv watching the static or test patterns.  (for you youngsters, we didn't have 24 hour tv back in the sixties -- the tv stations went off the air around midnight).

I went to a private episcopal school for my elementary years and more than once my parents were called in to discuss the pictures I drew and the stories I wrote.

My family doesn't treat me like an outcast because , for one , I guess they love me like I love them, but I am considered "the strange one".  My sister describes me as the one most likely to generate a respons of "Oh My God"

But I'm also the one who throws the parties and makes them laugh.

I'm a serious practical joker.  I've dropped rubber snakes on people from second floor windows and ceiling panels, I've hid corpses and life-size evil clown props in the bathrooms at the office,left bags of bloody body parts or fake corpses rolled up in old carpets on peoples porches,  I've gone to restaurants and grocery stores in full zombie or evil clown attire when it was no where near Halloween.  I've been refused servive at some restaurants and asked to leave 7-elevens.

My friends still remind me about the time back in the 70s when one of them pulled a tick off his leg and I put it in the bong and smoked it.  I still think so what?  Is that so strange, we were gonna burn the thing anyway.  At least I got a hit out of it.  And yeas I've eaten bugs just to freak people out -- so what?  Shrimp and crabs are just big water bugs and we eat them.

As a teenager, I was always the one who wanted to go in the woods at night and try to communicate with demons and ghosts, and I always took my dates to old abandoned graveyards.

I've asked people at cookouts if I could have the leftover chicken bones because I take them home and boil them and make mobiles out of them to hang in the trees around my house.  But I do host a halloween extravaganza the last saturday before Halloween each yearand some props and decorations have become permanent fixtures.   It gets larger each year -- we're now at over 100 people showing up.  I have a lot of land -- even woods with trails and a creek.  We have a terror trail, large bonfire, show horror movies outside with hay bales to sit on and large cauldrons of popcorn,  a Crystal Lake camping area for those who don't feel up to driving home (if they turn in too early -- they will get a suprise visit from Jason),  usually lasts all night anyway,  Costumes are mandatory and we give out trophies, great games and scavenger hunts, and when the kids take their traditional hayride, the scarier guests are more than happy to assault them, torches, fog machines, and yes the props, lots and lots of props, graveyards -- old and new, zombies everywhere,  demonic toys in the house with demonic clowns that can pop up anywhere, walk-in crypts, giant spiders and huge nests of webs.  You should see the look on a newbies face when I take them over to the old graveyard and get them to help me rebury some "things".  Sometimes, a few hours into the thing, I'll just pause and listen to the screams coming from all parts of the property -- man that's a good feeling, just this side of an orgasm.

My daughters appreciate my talents and I'm very popular with their friends.  So I guess in the long run, Some people do think I'm very strange, but I'm not an outcast to the people I love.  My oldest daughter told me once, "Dad -- I know people think you're weird, but I still love you.

My ex was down with my madness, but dating since then can somtimes be strange.  I try to make sure that I'm dating someone with at least a little appreciation for the darker things in life, but with varying degrees of success.  The first time you ask a woman if you can tie her to a tree can be awkward, but you find out quickly where the relationship's heading

Pumpboy! I think you would be fun to hang with. I don't think your weird, your human. Hugs to you for being different.

Well Freaky if you're ever up this way , come by and see me.  I'd be glad to hang you . . err . . I mean hang out with you.  We can corpse a skeleton together.

Private episcopal schools'll do that to you.  I've kinda hit em all.  Public elementary, Private episcopal for 6-9, private catholic for 10-12, catholic private college.  I tend to think if I DIDNT turn out like this, then I'd be insane.  (religiously, I consider myself salad bar religion.  I pick and choose what fits my morals and ethics.  If I had to pick one that's closest, I'd say I'm pagan/wicca mostly.

so you're admitting to being a sinner and a fornicater and an idolater (did I spell that right) :)

Where would all the fun in life be otherwise?  :)

I don't have any stories that are quite so dramatic and I have never put a tick in the bong, but...

I was actually turned onto the Universal monsters by my Dad, he gave me a book that talked about the old greats and even gave some tips for simple makeup effects... I read that book over and over and over. My Mom always thought I was weird for wanting to conjour spirits with a Ouija board and watch Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things on television on Saturday afternoon, but not my Dad.

Come to think of it, my entire family is devout Mormon running through (seemingly) hundreds of aunts and uncles... except for my Dad and his entire string of the family so, he is REALLY considered a weird one. I think he took the brunt of it for the rest of us.

You guys make me seem rather uninteresting. The only time any one thought I was really that weird was when I was in middle school. I'd been raised in a small town of no more than 2500 people in the ass end of alabama. When I was 13 my dad packed us up and moved 200 miles away from everything I'd grown accustomed to. Needless to say, at that point I was sort of distraught. My interests turned to all kinds of destructive ideas. I was the only person in my eight grade class with enough knowledge to handle low grade explosives (fertilizer bombs, Heindenberg or jug bombs, etc...). This was around the time those two jack asses Erik Harris and Dylan Klebold decided they couldn't handle being bullied and went on that famous rampage. Imagine my parents surprise when the school called and told them that I'd given another one of my class mates information for tennis ball and fertilizer bombs and a technical schematic for an egg timer fuse. Shortly thereafter I had to go see a therapist two days out of the week. This honestly killed two birds with one stone. Firstly, after most people in school figured out I was in therapy and retained that type of information I don't think some people were as willing to mess with me. They all figured I'd be the next one to go ape shit and lock down the school under a full metal jacket hail. It wasn't as though I really was bullied that much but this put a swift end to what was happening. Secondly, most of the girls i went to school with liked that whole bad boy thing (a friend of mine went to juvenile prison for stealing $76,000, when he came back he had more numbers than he knew what to do with). So the added female attention helped ease the blow of not having any real friends at the time. Other than that I've never really had much trouble with being as strange as I am. I've made most of my friends this way.

Heh!  Nobody picked on me in junior high because I wore big, thick glasses.  Of course, having thick glasses normally attracts bullies like flies to crap, but mine were so heavy that I had to scowl all the time to hold them to my face.  This had the effect of making me look super pissed and wrathful all the time, and people tended to give me a wide berth.  I actually didn't realize this until the end of my ninth grade year when a guy actually told me that people were afraid to get in my way for fear that I would "zap" them, if you can believe that.

Of course, in High School, I avoided people as much as possible, and there really weren't very many bully types in my neck of the woods anyway. 

I actually have to be careful when meeting new people lest I intimidate them (which is curious to me because I'm as innocuous and harmless as I can be).  The head secretary where I work now thought I was crazy when she first met me (apparently, I looked "too intense"--where people get this nonsense is beyond me).  I have to deal with all things like this before I even get around to mentioning my fondness for horror movies--I usually find that things go a bit smoother if I never discuss my movie preferences.  ;-)

I've also had babies start crying at the mere site of me, and one dog out of every twenty hates my guts with a passion. It's a very strange life.

I'm the same way just not as extreme (I don't make babies cry), but people are intimidated by me and I don't know why. Usually people find out i'm not who I seem. I've had the same complaints from guys I've dated. All of them eventual tell me that they were afraid of me. In fact I used to work in a grocery store and I dated another employee there and after we went out a couple times he informed me that most of the store was afraid of me.

I really don't know why

cuz you're bad ass or a crazy bitch or both--don't be shy--we'll still love ya.

and as far as the dating --you just need to date the right people-try a bass-player for a southern goth metal band with so many tattoos his mom doesn't even recognize him.. One who spends his days writing lyrics about stabbing children but still cries at night when he has a drink or two.

Well, I don't make ALL babies cry.  I've even run across a few that seemed to like me (kind of rare, I suppose)--although I do still generally find it best to refrain from making eye contact with small children in grocery stores and public places.  ;-)

I don't know what the deal is either, Molly.  People just aren't open to the total experience, I guess.  I have found it to be in my best interest to try to behave in a way that does not justify folk's initial aversion (I do occasionally have the desire to act like an ogre when I'm treated like an ogre, but it passes...). 

No woman I dated ever told me that they were afraid of me, but then they never hung around terribly long either.

Eh...what can you do?

Did your friend from the grocery store ever say why people were afraid of you?  In my case, I've always been curious about that.  Years later, I asked the secretary I alarmed what the deal was, but she could never come up with anything terribly specific or coherent that made any sense to me.

I like to think that whatever "it" is will mellow out as I get older (just like everything else does), but then I guess I'll just be boring.

See, I just don't get that, Molly.  I really don't.  It saddens me even.  I WISH I could come close to meeting a woman who loves horror like I do.  And it always sucks that people find us horror-lovers intimidating, male or female.  Truthfully there is someone, but a distance issue and a personal crippling fear of rejection and her hectic med school schedule hinders me from even attempting a pursuit.

I mean here I am, trying to find someone who is a good person but who also is into the darkside of life and appreciates the poetry of a particularly creative or nice horror sequence and instead discovering this amazing parodox.  See, theory says that women like nice guys.  Movie theory.  Movie theory....is wrong.  In my experience, which is by no means general, I got used far more often than not for my generosity (says the person with the Pinhead icon.  But I digress).  As an example, i once spent over 2000 dollars on a girl I wasnt even dating over the course of 1 year in college (that was a learning experience).  So then you think, oh ok.  They like the bad boys.  So here I am, again.  I'm the nice guy who happens to enjoy movies most people think are bad and taboo and evil and warping.  But nooooo, I'm weird then.  I mean, I can't win for losing.  A friend recently told me he hated going to the movies alone.  I wonder if he stopped to think that, besides going to Dark Knight with a friend and The Happening when plans fell through, I haven't seen a movie with anyone else in the theater with me since last October.  This includes:  Sweeney Todd, Juno (oh THAT was a fun lonely car ride home...watching a movie about a girl who likes Italian horror then getting into my car and driving home alone), Harold and Kumar 2, The Strangers, Prince Caspian, National Treasure 2, Iron Man, Superhero Movie, Poultrygeist (the first time, not the second), and Hancock.  I like my budget matinees, dont get me wrong, but I'd pay extra for a later show just to go with someone else.

Ok, I think I'm kinda ranting unfocusedly here.  I'm just gonna shut up now.  lol.  Incidentally, I am sorry that people are intimidated somehow by what they don't understand.  If college did one thing overall to me besides turning me into the full-fledged horror freak I always wanted to be, it also turned me into a bigger cynic than I was before I went in.  I'm still nice, and I still like to help people, and I'm still generous....but now general stupidity just pisses me off to no end more than it ever used to.

damn cryp,my friend, for two grand we coulda had a couple girls dip you in a big vat full of astroglide, put on clown masks and run around you screaming "we're airplanes--make us take off"

and don't give up on finding that girl--trust me they exist and they have benefits well worth the wait and search-- from my experience the ones who are comfortable with the darkness are usually comfortable in other places as as well.  and enthusiasm in the sack will beat a paid for pair of tits and a bubbly personality anyday.

And no offense to any horror-lovin girls on this site intended.  I don't think you'd want me describing you as bubbly anyway.

and the same applies to a girl looking for a horror-boy--hang out at graveyards, the really weird art galleries, the local death-metal or new wave-goth bars and clubs--they exist.  there are plenty of folks who understand the erotic qualities of barbed wire.

Well that's a new one for the quote list.

And I should note, I said 2 grand.....that's net.  I had over 2 grand in savings when I started that year, I had under 400 i think when it ended.  So that doesnt count sayyyy...christmas money, tax refunds, etc.  So yeah.  Even more idiotically spent.

 I can tell you why Mad Molly, because you are beautiful and intelligent. Some men are afraid of that. I would say most woman are afraid of you for the same reason men are. I however think your awesome. You can scare me anytime.

 Pumpboy you are a hoot! I am a horror loving woman, I have been called bubbly and abrasive

well freakycreepie I hope you're right. As for the boy in the grocery store, I got the same response ...nothing real specific. An cryptic I hope you find someone to go to the movie with you and that bitch in college took you for a ride $2000 thats horrible. A goth bass player hmm ... I don't know about that one I don't think i have the right hair for that hahaha

southern goth metal--trust me molly-- that guy won't care what type of hair you have-- he might even go for the "bald chick"--he'll just be glad that you understand him and his pain enough to want to take him home.

I guess the giveaway was when they found the bodies in my meat-freezer

OH really I thought it would have been the suit of human skin in your closet ;)

WHY doesnt anyone LISTEN TO ME?  It's very simple.  You do a George Wendt from "Pelts".  Pour acid over the bodies, then donate the skeletons to colleges.  See?  Practical and educational.

Next time I'll teach you how to clean entrails from white linen.

It went out of fashion so i cut it up and made some stylish and practical little lampshades!

LMAO!

But I find lime in the bathtub does a bang-up job too

And my chinese dry cleaners get the bloodstains out of my sheets, i just tell them it's...cranberry juice...cranapple...

Don't forget you have to return those videos.....

 Can't tonight, got an 8'clock rez at Dorsia...

ROFLMAO...WTF??

Amen, brother! It's that quiet girl on the bus with the overcoat and glasses and the slight overbite who will leave you breathless, staring at the ceiling, going "holy shit..."

my longest-term ex was a clown.  You know what they say, "Once you go Clown--You never frown."

A naked woman in clown make-up will shiver your timbers, brother.

Right on.

Glasses rock--and god help me if she bites her lip--i'm lost.

And for every dozen or so "breathless, staring at ceiling" moments she gives you,  you usually get at least one where she leaves you bleeding and curled up in the fetal, crying, but it was probably worth it

Guys are fucking weird

no offense-not just you guys but guys in general

Thank you Molly-- I think.

My point is:  guys go ga-ga over the glamour type with the hour-glass figure and model face and bubbly personality, when what they really want and don't even realize it, is probably standing right beside them in line at the grocery store.

Girls are pretty weird too ya know.  But I like weird.

um . . or are you talkin' 'bout the clown thing . . .

I think I'm talking about all of the above.

I apologize for the male gender so often in life that it's kinda become a side-hobby so I'ma stayin out of this.  lol.

Oh, and I hope to see you at the convention today or tomorrow.

Sadly, I will not be there cuz school starts monday. I'm now shooting for one in october.

not a problem.

Maybe I am too warped, but . . . . I honestly --honestly--don't see what's so weird about all of the above.

I mean choosing introverted girls over extroverted ones?

Clown-make-up in the bedroom?

Being moved by the sight of a dark-haired girl who bites her lip?

mixing a little pain with pleasure?

or are you looking way up the thread to tick smoking?

and I have found through personal experience that I prefer relations with women who have a little pain and darkness inside over the happy cheerful cheerleader type.  So what?

Molly--I am sincerely puzzled by what you think is so weird?  and what Cryp would be apologizing for?  please explain or is it just an age thing and you still haven't gone on as many dark soul explorations yet.

  And I don't mean it in any kind of challenging or confrontational way-- I just really don't see what you guys must be seeing-- maybe I'm jaded.

 Pelts had Meatloaf in it. Family is the one George Wendit was in. Wrong movie sweetie.

Oh my...well

I can't say I've ever had a clown in bed maybe i'm the only one who thinks thats a little weird (plus i'm not totally scolding you) I'm, just saying weird...take it as you will attrage is a perfect example

I guess overall the way in which you talk about them the "introvert", "the extrovert", "the grocery store girl", "stereotype", and another "stereotype", the one with glasses or the bubbly cheerleader ...in my opinion if you are with a woman who fits easily into a category ...dump the bitch she's boring_

See its not really anything thing about your personal preference. It's more about the way in which men discuss sex.

Mix pleasure and pain all you want ...thats not an issue here

Age pisses me off what an excuse

Molly--the stereotyping was just to make a point in an online discussion, although many people, men and women, do fit stereotypes.  Hell-I probably fit someone's stereotype.

But of course you need to uncover someone's layers like an onion (shout-out to shrek) but you can't do that until you get to know them and right or wrong, I do make judgements about women at a bar or party or supermarket by the way they act or talk or dress as to whether I want to approach them -- I may be shallow but you have to start the seperating of the wheat from the chaff somehow.  I believe many women will pass on a guy by the way he looks or acts as well, without approaching to see who he really is. 

To me, most strangers are a stereotype-men or women, until I get to know them and I probably have passed over a potential friend or lover by being initially too shallow-  but similar to American Idol, you have to start the weeding out process somehow. I stereotype strangers to see if I may want to become more than strangers.

 I have personally listened to some pretty shallow judgemental verdicts being laid down on men by women as well--it's not just a guy thing.  I know women who make me blush with some of the stuff that comes out of their mouths and don't get me started on some of the photos that women post on sites like this--this site included. What's that about?  Sex is issues--men have 'em and women have 'em too.

I'm a very extroverted monkey-like guy (hence my avatar)  very impulsive and quick to act which is not always a good thing.  I have found over the years that I match up well with introverted women who move at a slower more thoughtful pace--we compliment each other.  (Crazy sex aside) So I have become very quick to weed out the extroverted types who would just enable my more self-destructive inclinations, where the more introverted ones have been able to say "shhhhhhh" and have me listen. 

 And generalization is the only way to go without name-dropping people that others don't even know.

I have become quite familiar with my self--good and bad--and know what works and what doesn't  which brings me back to age--not an excuse--a reality.  You know yourself better now than you did 5 years ago--and that trend will continue--you don't know yourself any where near as well in your twenties as you will in your forties--that applies to us all.

And Ok-- I'll agree the clown thing may be an acquired taste and considered weird --but--and you know this-- there's far more weirdness going on under the sheets than that in this world.  I've done some weird stuff-- but could probably make a longer list of weird stuff that I haven't done.

DAMNIT.  right sorry.  Yeah.  You're right.  rock on.

*CRASH*  HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

(just kidding.  not drunk.  Only had a screwdriver and a Bud Light at the con.  It's 1AM here.)

*cough*...now then.  I honestly can't believe i made that rant earlier and said NOTHING about what I meant there.  I always talk about that....I must be slipping.

What I mean is, I am the stereotypical "perpetual friend" if we're going to talk stereotypes. (I actually wrote a poem with that title)  What I mean is, I'm the guy who's friends with the girl whose boyfriend abuses her.  Or the girl who has guys or a bf who uses her or cheats on her.  Who hears "guys suck" so often, he's gotten tired of telling them to stop making generalizations because the point of the remark just gets lost.  The guys they are referring to are scumsucking pussbuckets no doubt, hence I apologize to them for the idiocies of the few since they won't be doing it themselves any time soon.  By no means am I saying all men suck (as egotistical as it sounds, even though I don't mean it that way, I don't think I suck), but I hear about some stupid thing some guy did far too often.  I'm not being combative, just describing a life-experience.  No offense meant.

it's all cool.  If I came across as pissy--I apologize.  It's just after "all of the above is weird" followed by you not wanting to apologize for men-- I guess I got on the defensive thinking, "Damn--what line did I cross?  After all that's been said in these forums, can this be that bad? 

As soon as Molly chimes in and tells me that next to King Kong, I'm still her favorite lower species of primate, I'll break out the acoustic and we can start helping Michael row his boat ashore.

Koombeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..................

will you be listening to:

Madonna, Whitney Houston, or Huey Lewis and the News?