Stigma and Hate. Empowered by the Plague

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I’ve been called coward, faggot, idiot, and many other thing in this life by people I thought I was dear to. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes because they were so mad. They only knew they had hurt me after it was too late. Even today I feel I’m not what others expect me to be, and I know I’ll never be. That’s completely fine now that I’m part of the Plague Rats.

She Was Completely Different Than Anything I Had Seen Before

When I was searching for someone to interview for my blog, a writer that could be of interest, I found a woman from Spain. While reading her likes and inspiration on Facebook, there was a singer I felt curious about her. She was a Gothic artista from Los Angeles who was completely different from everything I had seen so far.

Plague Rats. Screaming, Vicious Violin

Hers was more dramatic and complex music than I saw on MTV. It was a combination of hardcore metal with electronic music and Victorian style. The music danced around like a vicious violin that screamed in my ears. I didn’t know what it was about, but something inside of me felt fine. It felt good, and I liked the music, her style, her dresses, and her photos.

Time passed, and I learned about her songs, about her lyrics, and her story. I learned about the universe this woman was creating around the idea that it was okay to be imperfect. It was great to see that there was no shame in being cast away for being different. She was speaking about me, but in plural. I realized that there were more like me out there, more imperfect guys and girls, more Plague Rats, as she called us.

The Asylum-verse

There was a whole, new universe I discovered because of her. She kept telling me, over and over, that it was perfectly fine to be hurt, to be sad, to be angry, and to want to kill somebody. This person felt the same, years before I did, and she became a teacher for me to help me channel my anger and my sadness into something beautiful.

I Learned to Turn Being a Plague Rat Into a Great Thing

In this Asylum-verse, she was one of my saviours, one of the threads that kept me in the real world. Someone whose poetry inspired me, whose music spoke to my heart, and gave me a new definition. Whenever someone made me feel like a simple rat, I learned to turn it into a great thing to be compared with.

Emilie Autumn and her Plague Rats have supported me one way or the other. With her music, drawings, art, and games, I have found my place. She did so by making The Stripped Stockings Society, a place I love to belong to, and a place where I’ve met great people. Emilie Autumn keeps on teaching so much, and I will never again consider the chance to be a sane person.

Why would I want to, after all?

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