Today would have been my 12th wedding anniversary. Yay for being divorced!
It’s funny — I’m a goth and I love morbid, creepy, and spooky things, but actual scary shit really bothers me. Some horror fiction is okay, and often enjoyable. Movies, not so much. I think the only horror genre films I really like are some of the Hellraiser series, especially the original, because Clive Barker is so good at eroticizing horror and I love that. (I’m a huge fan of his books, too, and have been since the late 80’s.) No, wait, I like some zombie stuff too. And anything with Bruce Campbell in it. Okay, some movies are decent. Just not really scary ones.
Horror video games upset me, but mostly because my ex insisted on making me watch her play Fatal Frame and stuff when I really didn’t want to. I liked some Silent Hill and Resident Evil, but only in small doses and only in daylight hours. (So of course she insisted on all-night marathons with the lights turned off, and laughed when I got so scared I begged to be allowed to leave the room. Because apparently I’m “cute” when I’m scared. You know, the more I look back on my relationship, the more I realize how fucked-up it was.)
So I will spend this evening watching the new Ghostbusters, rewatching Nightmare Before Christmas, and cleaning off my yarn bins so I can put my new resin vulture skeleton on the silver platter with the painted zombie head and the black roses. Because spooky is fun, even if I’m a giant chicken otherwise.