Entries from January 2001 ↓

This isn’t just true for Darksites. It holds true everywhere on the internet: IRC chatrooms, e-mail, message boards…As a person who has been on the internet since 1995, long enough to take it for granted, I forget that there are many to whom cyberspace is new and exciting and just a little bit daunting. Netiquette helps us all get along smoothly. It’s not about fussy rules, it’s about making things easy for other people to get to know you and converse with you. Continue reading →

NEW ORLEANS, LA. January 19, 2001 - Über Comics announces the release of “Lies, Rumors, and Twisted Words,” Issue #1 of their much-anticipated debut title, Writhe and Shine.

Writhe and Shine is an amusingly cynical take on the Goth/Industrial club scene from an insider’s point of view, rendered appropriately in black and white. Coffee, cloves, scene politics, bitchy ex-girlfriends, bad song requests, stupid tourists and mule dookie - it hits home no matter where you live.

“I was always taught ‘draw what you know’,” says artist/creator Robert Tritthardt. “I want to make comics for people like me, about people like me.”

Writhe and Shine rose from humble beginnings. It first appeared as a photocopied ashcan of compiled four-panel strips, passed around at Goth gatherings, left on drink-stained tables in dark nightclubs, and otherwise hand-distributed by its erstwhile founder. From there, Robert created a website to showcase the strips, which brought the comic to a larger audience. A cultish following developed, leading Writhe and Shine to OPi8.com, where new strips are now regularly posted.
Feeling somewhat restricted by the comic strip format, Robert published the full-length comic book to redefine the borders of his evolving project.

In addition to “Lies, Rumors, and Twisted Words,” Über Comics offers other Writhe and Shine merchandise. T-shirts, stickers, and magnets are currently available, with more propaganda in the works.

Visit Writhe and Shine at www.geocites.com/dj_writhe.

Thanks!
Robert
dj_writhe@prodigy.net

Sire sits in his over fluffed easy chair, trying to no avail to work on his
website when Eek13 walks into the room. Continue reading →

When Helena screams the world seems to shatter. The single pitch of undulating vocal chords pinch the central nerves at the base of the brain stem, causing a sudden rush of clustered pain throughout tense lymph nodes. Your body would throb within the disperse rhythm of her winding cry, lulling you into a dazed agony where you exist in numbed regrets. The consistent pound of her deafening tone rocks your weakening form, reverberating in your skull, thrashing like Pallas to escape. When Helena screams I want to die. Continue reading →

The night is bitter with it’s cold, icy tenticles wend their way through you hair and burrow beneath the cloak you wear. Of course, you are impervious to the frozen grasp of winter, cold is just a memory to you. But memory has power none the less, and your body gives an instinctive shiver. Continue reading →

Before the gentle reader plunges into the chthonic depths of Anne Radcliffe’s mind, a few explanatory words about the genre of Gothic horror may be in order. What is today accepted as “Gothic” has only a slight bit in common with the Gothic literature of the eighteenth century and the Romantic period in general. Today, the word Gothic usually conjures up images of either paperback novels involving mystery, innocent young women married off to rich and powerful old men, haunted mansions, and murder (actually, this description isn’t all that far from the original Gothic recipe, except that the modern Gothic romance is often reputed to have been written by a group of Rhesus monkeys banging away on word processors), or an Anne Rice/White Wolf vision of vampires, gargoyles, haunted castles, black clothing, and white face paint, urban horror and industrial punk, maybe a bit of sadistic fantasy for the truly liberated hard core. Two hundred years ago, vampire fiction (erotic or otherwise) was virtually unheard of. The literary experiments of various Romantic poets notwithstanding, vampires did not become popular figures of exploitation until the Victorian era. The reasons for this cannot be glossed over in a sentence or two – they will have to be covered separately. Suffice it to say that attitudes towards sexuality and sexual identity frequently are a determining factor in the popularity of the vampire as a cultural icon. At any rate, Gothic literature of the Age of Sensibility (a time period that sat squarely on the cusp of the early Romantic era) lacks the image of the vampire. The gargoyles, haunted castles, and sadistic fantasy are however very much present. Continue reading →

why couldn’t you bring back the dead if the soul does not die and the body is only a shell? the soul is supposedly imortal or at least survives the body in many people’s beliefs, including my own.
most people believe in ghosts or spirits to a certain degree at least… especially if one has lost someone close to death.
something that i have heard from people who don’t even practice is, grandpa (who died a few years ago) still pays us a visit every now and then… or how about the stories of haunted schools in the next town over? many claim to have seen spirits, so why couldn’t that spirit exist in another body if they can exist in a building. wouldn’t the body become just a smaller type of building? a house for the soul… Continue reading →

I hurt. I think I am going insane. Dearest Laura, where are you when I need you? In your absence I have wept, I have wept in a way that is not possible to weep. I have begun to cough blood. Where are you?

I don’t show it on the outside, of course. I never let people see in public what I experience in private. I have learned that lesson.

I miss you. If only you were here to hold my hand - then, the crying might stop, at the very least might be more bearable.

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Here is a sentence, mask wrote in his ‘Ten Commandments new edition’ (see article jan. 08): “God, if you love everyone why do you send the one’s who sin to hell?” As for my german ancestor/bad english i first read it a wrong way: I cannot find the correct translation for what i first thought ’sin’ means… but ain’t there a very similar word in english as in german? Which stands for “thinking”, “fathom” or even “penetrating” … teasing? So the real question i want to ask is: Why does god send the ones to hell who think? Continue reading →

Lightsiders and darksiders alike all hold the common belief that what they do is what is right. “of course there is the exception” but these morals and ethics are what drive them forward to act upon their thoughts. Just because something that you do is justified in your eyes does not mean that it is with someone else. There will always be someone who disagrees with you, no matter what the opinion is. however, it is the people who take these opinions to the extreme that cause the problems. Just as much as the killer justifies who he has killed and why, the jury will give him the death penalty and call it justice. Continue reading →

He throws his arm around me, thrusts his face uncomfortably close to mine, and speaks too loudly with his Southern accent. “You may think you want to write now,” he explains, “but that’s right now. You’re gonna want security, see? This is where the money is. You follow this technology stuff and it will take you far.” Continue reading →

all this pain laeds to one thing death, whether it be quick like a swooping lovers embrace or eventual like a stalking cat. so careful, so cautious. i want to die. yet every day my mind says just wait one more day. maybe tomorrow when i call my fiancee, he won’t throw my mistakes in my face, yet each tomorrow is the same and each night when i go to sleep i hope to no one that i will never wake again. i don’t know how i would do it, maybe slit my wrists and drink the blood until my stomach excepts no more. this is short but i just want people to understand that if you get depressed seek other’s. in the end your life is worth it. people make me cry. they are so beautiful yet they kill themselves in slow pain-filled ways. save yourselves. thank you and good-bye?

Being a Gothic artist in North Carolina is hard enough without all the misconceptions. I am sure everyone has heard this all before, but it still needs to be said. I have a gothic/industrial band here, and it is extremely difficult to get gigs. The only way to get shows is to lie about our music, and then surpise them when we show up in make-up. It is really hard to cope somtimes. We all get depressed. We get the usual shit like, “Turn to god.” But hey, we can overcome, right. Dark be those that overcome without asking any false god for help. We all believe that we are our own god.

ok well really this is a question i am a very depressed person for my age but a friend of mine isent and really is falling into the gothical comunity he ask if you have to be depressed to be a goth i tell him no but after a party with other goth every one was depressed. so do you think a goth has to be depressed?

I been wiccan for 6 months. I have to hide it from everyone, because people stereo type it as *BAD* and they think it’s devil worshipinG. Wicca is all about herbs and the enviroment. You still can be christian and be a wiccan too. Continue reading →

There will be some necessary changes in the standard policy of “anything goes” that had been adopted previously. Read on. Continue reading →

what do you do when your daily routine fails to bring you joy??
what more is there when you glance at the clock only to find time has stood still?
is this life everything you thought it would be? Continue reading →

We all know some men love to eat pussy & some don’t. We all know some women love to suck dick & some don’t. What I like to know is why do you people like to have oral sex? Is it the tast and pleasure it gives? Or What?

How many of you would love to have oral sex & why?

Me personally, I love giving oral pleasure to a woman more than recieving it! I enjoy the taste!

The Village Voice lay on the desk in front of him, a Dark Shadows tape on the tube. Mitch read the back page of the Voice, opened to the Help Wanted section. Help Save Wildlife! in big spacey letters brought him to the columns. Above, Tavern On the Green. Over here, Bartender, in big dark letters. See Section 428. There, Airlines. Next, Bartender. Down, Hotel/Cruise Jobs. Last, Travel. No experience. Will train. Paid training, start today. The voice within reminded that the bills were two months over, third month they start to get testy. Maybe this would be fast money. He circled the ad. Continue reading →

I’m lucky in life is probably the best explanation for the phenomenon of years of general happtitude. Yes the word doesn’t exist, but neither does the person I was yesterday because I woke up today like I do each day and gurgled a little tune to myself as I brushed my teeth. Wondering what would have happened if my parents would have given me some structure like religion in my life. What if I was raised a Christian, to believe in a god so whole-heartedly that I would deny my own children if they went against his word? What if I was raised with a Wiccan sensibility and became unable to understand the reasoning behind most of society? I know that seems a harsh thought, but I wanted to piss a few people off for reasons they probably wouldn’t understand. So I won’t get into that. What if, like my now flaming email, I was raised to adore the cause of Satan and allowed my self to bask in an ever-spiraling spin to oblivion? Not in hell itself, but in myself. What if I was raised on pure logic and died, twenty years before I wrote these lines, by my own hands? What if I had been lied to my whole life? Continue reading →

I am sitting here, feeling void of everything I have ever longed for.
Loneliness is something that is slowly consuming me.
I surround myself with people always, and yet they are distant. Like statues or paintings in a museum. ” Do Not Touch” Signs all over them.
I feel cold and dead, alone is a vast darkness. A room, with no light, no way in or out.
I know it wasn’t always like this. Years ago i felt the warm touch of love. So much has changed since then. Blindness and innocence faded away quickly as I grew older.
I can’t remember how it ended, I can still taste the pin though.
I have tried over the years to fill these voids, i have professed love when there was none. I have submerged myself into my talents and hobbies when i grew tired of them after a short time.
And after so many years had past since that day when he left, after so many times of trying to get over the pain and then finally giving into it, I see him. Out of the blue his angelic face emerges from the darkness.
I wanted so badly to tell him I still loved him with all my heart, that I have never been able to love anyone else in seven long lonely years.
I wanted to tell him of my Angel, my savior, who tried so hard, so despretly to pull me from the depths of my pain.
I wanted to tell him I have clung onto an dream for all this time.
I wanted to tell him so much, what has happened over time, about sitting in a hospital room and watching the only man i have ever known as a father die.
so I will wait here in My Room, and continue to taste the pain i myself have created.

Death of the Self can be a transition of Life from one phase to another…
I don’t know what stage I will be at with my plans by the time this is posted, but right now I am at the cliff of a big jump. Yes, I am going to try that school thing again. It’s somethng I need to do, but at my age I am also running out of time in which to do it. How many more years could I wait and still have a viable prayer of getting hired by anyone by the time I get out of a school. Continue reading →

I suppose it’s my blinding idealism that causes me so many problems, because an unsettlingly large part of me has no understanding whatsoever of why I’m denied the very things that make me feel alive. Happiness hasn’t been an option for me lately, so I turn to other emotions to sustanence and fullfillment. Lust, pain, and vibrancy are what I cling to-they remind me that I’m still breathing. Continue reading →

I don’t know about you guys, but for me, it seems to be incredibly hard to find a decent job these days that actually lets you express who you are. I’m curently in a job as a register operator qnd the company I work for have suddenyl cut back all of my hours. I’m not even rostered on ONCE next week at all. So I don’t know If i can survive. It just seems these days one mishap to another and I cannot take it anymore. Continue reading →

When a person dies, why do people always sit there and try to blame themselves? Is it to get the attention by people reminding them that it wasn’t there fault or is it because they really do blame themselves for the petty little things that “could” of happened before the person passed away…. if it didn’t happen then why put yourself in the situation of blame? am I just being stupid by saying this or is what i am saying really making sense? I don’t even know anymore. But I do know that if the event didn’t take place - then there can’t be any emotions coming from it… can there?

Ive been been looking through the atricles at Darksites for a few weeks now, submitted a few things, and i like this place, but there is one thing I’d like to say, it seems, a large number of people here like to come and rant about stereotypes, about cliques (sp?) just about other people in general, and i know, this is what i’m doing now, but i find it interesting that many people who have a problem with one “type” of person, havent really looked at them from any point of view than their own. Continue reading →

To begin, let me reiterate that this is an act of love for you, my beloved. I want to emphasize this. This, like my poetry, like the tortured confessions of my tongue, is the extent of my madness. The world can share my body, for it is mine to lend as I see fit; but my poetic madness comes to your call and to no other living soul. Continue reading →

I am looking for other dark people in my area to celebrate pagan/wican holidays with possible formation of a coven. I am in the New Orleans area I have been practicing for 7 years now I don’t know everything and am looking for semi-serious intelligent people who like to have fun while practing and also probably for parties (everyone will be asked to contribute as I am not rich) mostly looking for people close to my age group 18-29 but not descrimnitory. If under 21 there will be alcohol and I am not going to jail for anybody so if you are know that I don’t need ticked off parents or cops so you can’t drink.
Any age, race, or gender Preference, social or economical standing. I have no problem with anyone till they give me one. Please no one think of this as a way to get some I perform robed as will people who decide to join in, as this way no one can be offended. It would either be in my home or on the river banks near my home weather permitting. Contact me please if interrested but please only in the New Orleans area or within a distance you are willing to travel.

I think alot of people are subliminally attracted to a simple everyday design/ pattern while
worn over flesh. i’m talking about the pattern & fetish of stripes. I’ve started a webring related to the topic,
It may sound a little silly but the ones who get the just of what i’m talking about should know…
feel free to join & add your personal site.

its located at
http://geocities.com/bound_in_stripes/webring.html

thank you,

:jem

I am Sprite Lelu seaching for other dark souls in my area to hang out with, hold ceromonies, possible formation of a coven, and also parties. Looking for intelligent, semi-serious people who like to have a good time.
I am a 20 year old female Boston native in New Orleans for over a year now. As far as any religous gatherings may go or parties I am not rich and people would need to contribute if possible. Looking for people in my area of New Orleans or a distance they would be willing to travel. I don’t know everything and open to always learn more I have been practicing for about 6-7 years but I am not looking for a teacher.
Contact me if you are interested in meeting new people.