DjinnX's Questionnaire

Ah...do any of us truly live?

Life is but a brief flirtation before the endless oblivion that awaits...a falling star in a careless cosmos.

Yes, if one must fall, at least one should fall far, & burn brightly in the passing.

Good coffee & clubbing are also a must.

That is why I left my native Istanbul for Europe, after all - Berlin at the moment, as German citizenship has some advantages...still, I have frequented London, Paris, Madrid, Amsterdam, Kyiv...each scene has it's own taste, a certain feel.

Currently I am living in a very modest flat, unto a coffin really. East Berlin Communist housing - brutalist & dull. This arrangement allows me the pleasure of maintaining the nightlife I prefer without the need to wake up before Noon. Germany has an excellent Goth Industrial scene & also allows one to engage with Nazis - typically in a very final manner.

Not the forever home that a grave is, yet sufficient for now.

Wealth is the root of all Evil it is said - hardly, as I am Evil & yet decidedly not wealthy. I prostitute myself out in various social media, scraping up "likes" as a legless beggar would fumble for a tossed shilling - I have a few bands I am part of that cost a great deal of time with little return beyond the adoration of the masses.

In truth, I have failed to keep consistent work. It is a constant struggle, setting valuables on Ebay & doing odd jobs. I have accumulated a great deal of credit card debt - can't get blood from a stone, of course - i will solve my financial woes with a dramatic death, leaving a wound upon the corrupt heart of the Patriarchal system & it's sycophantic lap dogs...after which, it hardly matters if my bills are paid I should think.

Naturally, what funds I do acquire maintain my Ural, my Wardrobe, & my numerous addictions.

Not unlike Lord Byron or Oscar Wilde - I live to die, in a gloriously debauched fashion.

Hah...you had me at "Death"

My ambition...paradox, rather. I am a man who loves & admires women - the fairer sex, the proverbial muse. Coming from a culture that renders it's women insensate with fear & dogma, my "awakening" as it were came about from seeing a music video of Siouxsie & the Banshees when I was a mere child.

So enthralled was I by this leather clad vixen, I redoubled efforts to learn her tongue, to emulate her appearance, her confidence & style. Much to the chagrin of my family, I might add. Many times i was reprimanded about what behavior is proper & expected, & each occasion sparked a fury at the obviously oppressive culture that i was, by birth, a part of.

So, I wish to spend my life destroying the Patriarchy. Not because I believe women are incapable - far from it: because it is the least I can do to remedy the sin of drawing breath.

Would I die? Gladly.

As mentioned, the embrace of British Gothic Industrial culture tore me from the roots of my mundane, dogmatic family & forever cast me into the Night, a creature of darkness - Godless, Shameless, Fearless - that singular event was a tidal shift that colored my life, striving to learn what i could glean of music, culture, fashion & the occult.

The Repression I would find living that life, clothes as black as my heart, shamelessly painted like a harlot - well, it would not be long before I stabbed a man, the red, red blood a crimson curtain on his white pants.

Not the last time either.