It’s time to confess something which I’ve repressed since puberty. A deep, dark secret that only a handful of friends are aware of.
Y’see, as a teenager, I made that eventual transition from loving cheesy top 40 music to angry, alternative music… just like any angsty pubescent kid does. In my case, I began a love affair with the Nine Inch Nails album The Downward Spiral.
Well, it was more than a love affair. After plunging myself into the dire world of all things goffick in the name of NIN, I eventually purchased…
… a cape.
God, I feel so much better for finally having admitted that in public.
There’s no excuse for it. There was no practical use to wearing a cape. This was particularly the case when you’re growing up in Torquay, one of Australia’s most famous surf beaches – not a bleak snow-compounded Nordic landscape.
Perhaps it was the only way I could meekly express my not-so-straight sexuality at the time. All I remember doing was moodily flapping around in it pointlessly while absorbing music which sounded like a pile of saucepans being thrown down the stairs.
The point is, I owned a fucking cape.
It takes a big man to admit that a garment which is primarily supported by your neck was once a primary part of your wardrobe, but… I can do it. Hey, I’ve even realised I can quite happily listen to industrial these days without needing any particular clothing accessories to support me through it.
But most of all, I’m posting this to stop the thinly veiled cape jokes a few of my mates-in-the-know keep posting in comments on here. You can all stop now, guys! Cape pride!
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I admire your courage, this truly is a step forward for Man Cape survivalist’s everywhere.
I once (OK i still do i can see it from here) a Girlfriend – Take It From Me CD Single. i will not scare you with the “cassingles” i can currently see, haunting me as i sleep.
I think it’s great your finally getting this dirty secret off your back.
It’s important to get things like this out in the open, just in cape they come back to haunt you later. Letting it flow freely in the wind like this can also be therapeutic.
Now your friends have no ammunition!
Does this mean you haven’t got Kylie’s Can’t Get Enough video saved on your hard drive? You better hand in your gay card now.
I was cold one year when I was studying in Wollongong and didn’t want to buy a jumper… so I had my friend make me a CLOAK!
(in case it doesn’t let me embed images: http://www.flickr.com/photos/hamface/2426698835/ and http://www.flickr.com/photos/hamface/2427512386/ )
I wore it everywhere to the point where I was known as that cloak boy. And when people asked why I just told them I was cold and I liked it. The knowledge of my cloak even when so far as to when I told people (in medical physics, not just the general public) I studied medical physics at Wollongong, people asked if I knew that guy that ran around in a cloak (this was in Brisbane!).
But then, Adam hates it so he sort of talked me out of wearing it a few years ago. And now it’s gone. :(
I wish you’d stop publicizing all the dirt I have on you