Lord-Kursk-Goth
 

I am a Lord from far cold and the dying Russia. I work on Gothic radio station which itself has created. My hobby - game in a rock group. I also am the composer and the writer. My life, how much{as far as} myself I remember, passed{took place} under sounds Sisters Of Mercy, Bauhaus, Mission UK... My father was the dark punk. I have grown on a rock music. My childhood has passed{has taken place} in an atmosphere of the protest. I hated associates, school, politics of the state, injustice...
Simply in Russia criminal structures, gangs of teenagers, addicts and murderers prevail. They hate a gothic style, fate-culture.
In my city of 600 thousand person, from them only 50 take a great interest{are fond} in a gothic style. I in every way introduce and I advance a gothic style in Kursk, but at times forces simply do not suffice.
I have addressed on this site to find support and advice{councils}, and also adherents...
I dream to leave from this country, but I do not know where...
From books I prefer medieval philosophy, collections on magic and ancient doctrines.
From films I look thrillers and dramas.
Also I like a sado-masochism and sex on cemeteries, but in Russia it is pursued by the law...
I hope for your support and understanding

Hey, interesting to meet a person from the far north. Interesting introduction, different from the usual layout, but still aswering all the genereal questions. Welcome.

Goths in Russia, makes sense.
You didn't answer the questions but still gave us a good(if not better than the questions would provide) idea of who you are.
Sex in cemeteries, kinky. But I don't think that's legal anywhere.
Welcome and enjoy your stay.

You like thriller too? We should talk sometimes...

Want, I shall tell about myself still...
I live in an apartment on 9 floor on surburb of city.
Windows of my room leave on a decline, and I every day observe, how the grey callous city swallows the infernal sun. And at night I look at millions burning windows and I understand, that everyone who lives in them, will die. Independently whom they were, how much earned, with whom slept{burn}... But in sepulchral dampness their bodies because their souls already for a long time have decayed will decay only... The City of Kursk - a cemetery of alive people. Criminal creatures, careerists, prostitutes and rascals... All to spit on culture, art, even on itself and associates...
In Kursk of only 10 cemeteries. Oldest of them - Kherson. When you walk on it in twilight, apparently, that century trees look to you deeply in soul...
And on the Southern cemetery bury unknown people, criminals, victims of abortion, human bodies and remains... There I understand, that the person - a usual piece of meat...
I am lonely. My girl has died. On her tomb every Saturday I bring white lilies.
I like winter when the frost and a cold exhausts people in houses, and the city is covered by a snow, as if{as} a shroud. I walk in a warm leather raincoat on dead city and I enjoy singing of a blizzard...
From the literature I read stories of Russian writers about necrofill and death, about sufferings of a gothic style.
I can recommend to you these writers.
He is Oleg Postnov and Mamleyev. If will not find, I shall translate them and I shall send all interested persons...
Write somebody on mine e-mail
[email protected]
I so do not have not enough interlocutors...

Even more interesting. I liked your second introduction, it differs greatly to other introductions I have read. I also really enjoy the winter, but it's more about how the environment changes so rapidly. I really find you interesting and hope you stick around.

Hey Kursk...
Your avatar coupled with your over-the-top writing style is intensely arousing...
Do you like to paint your face?

If you were not in Russia, you never will feel a celebration of chaos and an ice. It in films and in photos the winter is represented as the magician. The winter dresses trees white silvery fur coats. Star light walks on snowflakes. But in city the winter nightmare comes to life with each night. Hundreds homeless people freeze in embraces of winter death. I had to meet and drag their stiffened bodies. It was similar to how to drag a piece of a tree, a sculpture of horror. Sometimes in cities pipes of heating blow up. Then in an apartment it is necessary to go in warm clothes, to put powerful heaters. But if you are deprived it{this} then you can freeze, fall asleep in a cold room and not wake up never...
You saw the freezed finitenesses...
Cold fire of winter burns a body. Fingers blacken, as if{as} char. They should be chopped off...
Cars very much often break... Do not maintain a frost. Then, if you are far from city - you can freeze in snowdrifts.
Here such Russian winter...

You have asked me about use of a Gothic make up...
I do not use those... First, to find black lipstick, a make-up and other pleasures of a gothic style very difficultly...
It is practically impossible.
Secondly, it is not pleasant to me. But I am constant, as a token of mourning, I carry black glasses. I at all do not remove them when I write here this message...
If it is interesting to you to learn{find out} something about Russian gothic style - ask, I shall always respond you...

Wow, I wish there were more like you Kursk.
Many welcomes, and I hope you stay.:)

At you it is accepted to write letters to the author to a mail box?

I think I love you, Lord Kursk...