It definitely is. And yeah, with the timing, it makes me Think Things, but, you know. I slash everything. It is my natural state of being.
And The Black Parade was my "in" into My Chem, and thus, to this fandom as a whole. I had been getting pimped My Chem since 2002 (I had those kinds of friends) and I HATED THEM. Like, virulent, nasty, violent hatred. They were too cheerful, their music was too poppy (I was listening to Rammstein and Orgy at the time, VAST, you know, goth/darkwave), their lead singer was faaat. (I was fat and hated myself for it, I couldn't conceive of finding someone who wasn't rail thin attractive, because obviously I would never be attractive if I weren't rail thin.)
Logic and reason? Not so much my strong suit ever, but especially not in the middle of my teenage angst.
But I even heard TBP right after it came out, in the car with one of my BFF. And I didn't like it. I wrinkled my nose. I was like 'omg augh MCR'. I spent the better part of October 27th, 2007 talking in line with a HUGE My Chem fan about how I Just. Didn't. Like. MCR.
She smirked, and called them My Chem for the entire conversation. Then three weeks later I downloaded the album on a whim, and put it on my iPod. A week after that I had to move halfway across the continent to come back and live with my parents, and my laptop's power converter died. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me, because for the first month I was back here, hating the world, The Black Parade was the only thing I listened to.
And now... Yeah. Now I get it. And I spent the better part of all night on March 24th talking to that same friend about My Chem, and how much they meant to me, the night after I found out that my father had been institutionalized. And their music and their fans were pretty much the only thing that kept me together.
Also, I want to marry Gerard Way. But, hey.
Psh. Welcome to my kamikaze comment epics! You might have seen them on other people's journals, now! Experience them for yourself in the privacy of your own journal.
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Date: 2007-05-10 06:17 pm (UTC)And The Black Parade was my "in" into My Chem, and thus, to this fandom as a whole. I had been getting pimped My Chem since 2002 (I had those kinds of friends) and I HATED THEM. Like, virulent, nasty, violent hatred. They were too cheerful, their music was too poppy (I was listening to Rammstein and Orgy at the time, VAST, you know, goth/darkwave), their lead singer was faaat. (I was fat and hated myself for it, I couldn't conceive of finding someone who wasn't rail thin attractive, because obviously I would never be attractive if I weren't rail thin.)
Logic and reason? Not so much my strong suit ever, but especially not in the middle of my teenage angst.
But I even heard TBP right after it came out, in the car with one of my BFF. And I didn't like it. I wrinkled my nose. I was like 'omg augh MCR'. I spent the better part of October 27th, 2007 talking in line with a HUGE My Chem fan about how I Just. Didn't. Like. MCR.
She smirked, and called them My Chem for the entire conversation. Then three weeks later I downloaded the album on a whim, and put it on my iPod. A week after that I had to move halfway across the continent to come back and live with my parents, and my laptop's power converter died. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me, because for the first month I was back here, hating the world, The Black Parade was the only thing I listened to.
And now... Yeah. Now I get it. And I spent the better part of all night on March 24th talking to that same friend about My Chem, and how much they meant to me, the night after I found out that my father had been institutionalized. And their music and their fans were pretty much the only thing that kept me together.
Also, I want to marry Gerard Way. But, hey.
Psh. Welcome to my kamikaze comment epics! You might have seen them on other people's journals, now! Experience them for yourself in the privacy of your own journal.