Well, first I'd like to say that it's good to be back on Live Journal. I had an LJ under a different user name from November 2002-August 2004, but I had to break away from it for various reasons, namely because I was being seduced away from social networking by the spirits of dead wolves, although I didn't realize it at the time. I thought that perhaps some mischievous, malicious human spirit had possessed one of my blow-up dolls that I've taped my own hair all over; or that it was Lilith, Bloody Mary, the sweet stabbed-to-death sister of Captain Howdy, or some other nasty entity, some vile, scab-covered spiritual succubus, the kind that like to torture men when they sleep and debilitate them when they are awake with useless, soul-sucking obsessions with NOTHING that prevent them from living a productive, healthy life; and from keeping online journals.
I suppose you can say I am an artist, and I have always had some obsession or creative project I'm working on, all of which have gotten me absolutely NOWHERE up to this point. For two years after leaving LJ, I dabbled with different ideas, experimented with different creative visions, but it wasn't until October 2006 that I was listening to Ozzy Osbourne's song, "Bark at the Moon," (yes, as silly as that sounds, it was a major impetus for my ascension into full-blown werewolfery) that I got the idea for "Taco Werewolf." There were alot of other influences and factors, but that fucking bad-ass song gave me the final kick, that's when I was "bitten," in a figurative sense, by the dead wolfen spirits that had been haunting me. Slowly, I started to be able to articulate to myself, through writing, photosets, art, etc., what the wolfen spirits told me I knew along: that I was put on this earth to develop a creative vision of "Werewolf Life-Styles Involving Mexican Food" and that I should do so through the creative lense of the idea of "Taco Werewolf." So "Taco Werewolf" is a sort of persona I adopt when I put on a werewolf mask and express my art. Though I also currently function in the real world as a regular guy with a normal name who works mundane jobs, it is my hope that I'll be able to someday discard my born identity and totally embody my "Taco Werewolf" idealism, functioning fully and entirely as a living, breathing, howling work of Mexican food fetish art. To help me toward this end, I ask all my friends here to please call me "Taco," with my last name being "Werewolf," please.
Let it also be known that I do NOT claim to be a real werewolf. I also am not some role-player or LARP hobbyist and this is not a fucking game. When I talk about things like "dead wolfen spirits" seducing me, it is just a colorful, figurative way of referring to my inspiration, my muse. I'm not fucking crazy so please don't understand me. Who knows? Maybe it really WAS the spirits of dead wolves that lured me into this bewitching world of salsa-soaked lycanthropy, but I don't claim that to be the case in a literal sense. It's just how I prefer to think of it and talk about it. Who the fuck knows where creative inspiration REALLY comes from? Do you? Are you really that fucking smart?
At this point in my werewolf development, after three long years of soul-searching, I feel I know enough about my own wolfen nature that I am comfortable sharing some of my ideas with others. So I've joined all the hip and fancy social networks. I joined Fuckbook, MySnatch, and Twatter and now here I am back on Live Journal. To tell you the truth, LJ is by far my favorite of all of these formats because it seems that people actually WRITE and CREATE things on Live Journal, whereas Twatter and MySnatch seems to be just big, sloppy, gaudy SPAM-machines for people to pimp their stuff on. I haven't really spent much time on Fuckbook, yet, but we'll see how it goes when I actually get around to doing something on it. They all serve a purpose but Live Journal seems more intimate and serves as a better way to get feedback from people on what you're doing and thinking, and to cultivate a few friendships that might actually mean something.
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