Table of Contents
- Home
- Introduction
- Where Goths Come From - Neef
- The Watcher - Hobbes
- The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
- Cassandra - Cosey Mo
- Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
- Alcohol - Trayce
- Shadows - Entrippy
- Entropy - Kage-Ryu
- Is There A Point - Trajik
- Whispers - Kitsune
- Confessional - Sandro
- Garden - Entrippy
- Radio - Cam
- Cold Spell - Nikolai
- Slices - Neef
- A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
- The Light Fades - Tim
- Rain - Tim
- Self Help - Gothic Gallae
- Cato - Trajik
- Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
- Heal Thyself - Nikolai
- Shattered - Hobbes
- Travelling Song - Solitaire
- Distance - Stranger
- Legacy - Stranger
Self Help
"Evening," I replied, "is this Transformers? I spoke to someone at WANT and they sent me here". It was a silly question, considering the sign outside, but it was best to be sure before I made any more moves. I sat in a chair next to him as he replied.
"Sure is," he said, "has been here for the last two years. We used to meet in Pier St before that. The Gay & Lesbian Action Group used to let us use their building. They were quite understanding." He looked thoughtful. "Do you want a hot drink? Help yourself to tea, coffee or milo."
I declined the offer. "Is this it?" I asked in a slightly disappointed tone.
"There's a couple of guys `changing' in the room near the door. They should be out any minute. It's a bit early. We get more turning up after 7:30. Get a lot more on a full moon, funny that."
"I saw someone outside sitting in a car" I volunteered.
"Yeah, get a few of those," he replied, "Takes `em a while to build up the guts to walk through that door. Best to leave them outside until they're ready."
"Right, I see" I said, not really seeing but taking the explanation as given. "Look, I need to talk to someone about these, these, um, urges. I get them every so often, mostly when my girlfriend isn't home. I just need to, to..." I trailed off again like I had on the phone. I needed just one more piece of confirmation before I spilled my guts.
"...to change? To become someone and something else? Is that what you're worried about?"
"YES!" I said, relieved and reassured that whoever this guy was, he knew what I was talking about. "I just feel so... guilty!" I slumped down in the chair, relieved of my obligation to tell someone.
"That's OK", he said, "it's a perfectly normal thing that happens to about one in every ten thousand men. Happens sometimes to women too, but that's much less frequent. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"No, I guess not" I said, agreeing in principle if not in spirit. I was about to say something when the sound of a musical car horn came from outside.
"That'll be Dave I expect." said the man, "Oh, and my name's Eddy."