Clare
Monday, April 18th, 2005
When people first meet me, they usually think I am a complete bitch (total bitch if they are American). Later, they often say “then I got to know you and you’re really quite sweet.” Others, well, they just discover I am not their cup of tea. That’s fine, but for the record I take my tea – Earl Grey – with milk and two sachets of Splenda.
All this “you’re a bitch, oh, no, you’re not really” was amusing at first; now it’s just rather tedious. So these days I just punch everyone I meet in the throat so we can skip the whole middle part.
When I was growing up I wanted to be Batman until around the age of 14 when I decided I wanted to be a film director that I forsook for journalism at 18, only to find out that was about as exciting as AA. Eventually, at the ripe old age of 28, I found my true love: computers. Yes, just thinking about FTPs sends a shiver up my spine, and a visit to the Apple store puts a twinkle in my toes. Yes, I am a geek. But a punk rock one at that with a hint of hipster and dash of goth.
I am, if you haven’t noticed from the lingo already, British. I have been living in Los Angeles for the last three years. I love the city passionately but hate the way it brings out the worst in people because they allow it to. But in terms of diversity, there’s nowhere as cool as L.A. It’s the city where no one belongs.
Why am I here? Good question. Still not entirely sure after three years, but I can tell you this much I am happier. I have my own Web site sleazyred.com – which, aside from my own amusement, ego stroking, and exhibitionism is just a place for my creative outbursts. You might not want to hang around too long waiting for them as I am also a terrible procrastinator (which is a fancy word for lazy).
This site was designed for those of us who have an aesthetic appreciation of women who don’t conform to mainstream society’s ideal of beauty. A “Hotpunkgirl” is someone who flips up her middle finger at such standards and dares her own style in spite of what the popular fashion magazines tell her is “in.” If you’re hung up on compartmentalizing and your strict definition of “punk” doesn’t seem to match ours, you might want to check out The Captain’s Helm for a little explanation. Please enjoy!
