There's an 80's tribute band that performs in a few bars in my area. I started going to these shows dressed in some 80's looking clothes(even if I had saved the stuff from the 80's it wouldn't have fit) that I bought at Hot Topic. It was around the time of the second event that it happened. My mind, half destroyed by sorrow, painkillers, fear and unresolved sexual aggression, gave birth to my alter-ego; Ginger Snape. Ginger dresses in trashy clothing, drinks, swears, and tends to rub up against guys (if she doesn't outright grab them by the rear) while freak-dancing. What has happened to me? The last time I went to see the show, I wore a sequinned t-shirt, tights, high heels and that's it. I got into a sandwich with two guys and was rubbing all over them. The way I'm acting my mother would be astonished. But I don't take the guys home or leave with them.(I just leave 'em). Also, I don't take my meds if I've drunk any alcohol. Due to my bad leg, I usually sit on the stage and writhe like a snake,unless I'm freak dancing(in which case I stand still and let whatever douchebag I fancy do the work).I just bought a corset to wear in the summer. With nothing over it. I'm losing my inhibitions. And maybe that's a good thing. I don't know. Or, maybe the influence of listening to WAAAY too much French rock while watching Alan Rickman and being high on painkillers has gotten to me. My dad recently asked "Where's my good little girl?" I told my dad "She grew up." Dad said "I guess you can't be my baby forever"