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Passing this on from the lovely Nosey Kittycat. I couldn't not.

ME GUSTA. 8|

My Favourite Inspirations

Unlike many and most goths, I don't have a secret file on my computer wherein lies hundreds of photos of random internet goths, from which to draw inspiration. No. No, I'm much worse.

Being raised by hippies (surfer dude and "war is not the answer, maaaan" kinds), I was very much exposed to a lot of wonderful things as a child. Here's a brief overview on celebrities that have inspired me thus far.

Marylin Monroe

Marylin Monroe is possibly one of the most iconic figures of the 20th century. Gracious, witty and beautiful, as well as voluptuous and intelligent, it is little wonder she has been such an inspiration. Despite her "barbie" exterior, she was a thoughtful and wise person, displaying an extremely clever woman's tongue.

Audrey Hepburn

Another iconic woman, Audrey Hepburn displayed the same sincere humour as Monroe. She was a brilliant actress, and had a wonderful singing voice. Her clothing style has never gone out of fashion - she was elegant, to say the least, and always had something to say. Armed with a cheeky smile, Hepburn always reminds me that one does not have to be outspoken to be witty.

Barbra Streisand

I know, I'm awful. I'm just a bad person. But in her youth, Streisand was a beautiful young woman, with a powerful voice. Funny Girl showcased all her talent, being her first broadway play and her first film. Her portrayal of vaudevillian Fanny Brice was amazing, and she herself was quite beautiful. Her strong film presence and her amazing voice always stands as a firm reminder to me.

Couldn't dance for the life of her.

 

Clare Bowditch

Australian musician and social commentator (she has been on Insight about twelve times - Insight is where they have a huge audience and discuss current affairs) Clare Bowditch is....stunning. A humanitarian and mother of identical twin boys, she is well-known for her amazing songwriting and her satirical on-stage humour. She's....just look at the woman. That'll explain it.

That is all.

More of these posts soon! Probably. Maybe.

Much love!

PS: Clare Bowditch singing:

New followers?!

Today was spent, well, cleaning. Sort of. And we aquired a hat rack.

Featuring my new mini-hats

 Then, I got on the blag-o-blags only to discover i had gained five new followers.

Overnight.

Where have you all come from? o: Tell me who you are, so that I may send my cathugs via mindpowers to them.

If you want followbacksies, please give me your blag url, so I may do so!

Not much else going on in cat land. Still need to find a good suburb in melbourne, does anyone know? Please tell me this too. :D

much love!

This Is What Happens....When Blogs Collide

All the photos of me in Sydney were taken by the dear Green Fairy. Her post is here.

HOLY FUCK THIS WEEKEND WAS AWESOME. I'M A BIG CAT NOW.

A mighty, mighty cat.

We kind of neglected to take photos of the gig, but anyway, it was awesome. Much cool stuff happened. The next day, we took our trip to Gallery Serpentine, and were there at LEAST an hour and a half.

Holy unflattering pictures, batman!

It wouldn't be so bad, if I wasn't talking
at the time.

I was also wearing my Lovechild Boudoir outfit-matching Tentacle Threads Burton jacket. Super-comfy, and I picked mine up at half price, at $57!

So I had about $200 to spend for the day, which - as anyone who ever has been in-store at Gallery Serpentine - is a cruel limit to put on yourself. A cruel, necessary limit.

I bought an ADORABLE vest, that needs altering but is nontheless adorable.

daw.

I also purchased one of their lovely domed parasols, in black lace. So did the Green Fairy. We're matching!

A two-hundred-dollar rigid bustle that I could not buy makes me a very sad cat. Plus how fucking windy it was outside.

But my day's pride and joy, ladies and gentlemen (gentleman?) ?

That motherfuckin' hat. Look at that hat. It was $48. I saw it, and immediately asked if it was for sale. The woman who owns the shop then told me I had to leave wearing it. I agreed, and I did. Fairy took a photo of me and my "i'm-so-happy-i-could-explode" face. 

People need to invite me places where I can wear this hat - and I promise, the next wedding I go to, I will go British and wear a totally non-sensible hat. That hat. Because it is a purple velvet top hat.

It was a very productive day indeed - we also got to go and pet some kittuns across the road at the Cat Protection Society. I did not, however, get to fill my usual tradition of visiting a sex shop at every opportunity.

Much love!

PS: where could I wear my hat, do you think?

What's In A Name?

I figure the whole thing about the name of this blag, plus my name across the internet, might be an interesting delve into memories. Please get your nickname stories prepared, as I definitely want to read them!

The whole "kitty" thing came about in primary school. Anyone who knows me, or knew me at all, knows how heavily I was (and am) into roleplay - tabletop, written, video game and - yes, queen of the nerds - live-action. My fondness for LARP is what lead me to the name - shortened form of my character's name. However, the actual "your name is kitty. you are a cat" thing didn't come about until far sooner than primary school.

I had always had the unnatural ability to befriend furries. By the time i was fourteen, I already had a host of furvert friends - in fact, they made up the bulk of my online friends. It wasn't until January last year when I was going through a bad breakup that I met a particularly furverty one.

Don't get me wrong. Bear (or "Polaris Bearington" as the bookface forced him to be called - Polar Bear is apparently not a name anywhere) is one of my best friends. In the first conversation he and I ever had, he decided that I was, officially, a cat. Usually I rejected this, but this time, I went along with it.

Bear; here pictured being foofly.

Ever since then, I have been refered to as a cat. Growlithe started calling me "kittum" as I forbade "kitten". (because at that point I wasn't planning on any kind of sexual relationship with him, which is why "kittten" was forbidden. But uh. It's kind of duh why it doesn't matter anymore, I won't go on there.)


Moving on to more recently - and ignoring the blaringly obvious Sondheim "Lovett" reference - the Anonymous Cat or Anonymous Goth Cat has come into play (as well as A. Cat).


The growlithe recently had a giggle, saying "I love how you call yourself the anonymous cat, but your blag is full of personal information and how you have pictures of yourself and everything."


Ah. This takes a little more explaining. See, an "anonymous cat" is a neighbourhood cat everyone assumes belongs to someone around the place, but they all pet and feed and cuddle anyway. Along with being "randomly in the background of things" and "there one minute, gone the next", as well is "who the hell is that anyway?", that's rather what I have become - the anonymous cat, or the anonymous goth cat. I have actually signed official petitions, emails and letters to various politicians with "The Lady, A. Cat".

The blog title was rather a spurr-of-the-moment sort of thing. Unlike many people, there's no real reason behind it other than I thought it was cute, and appropriate for what the blag was going to be about. It seemed to fit - I am a gothcat, and I will blog to my tail's content.

To clear up a few things, no, I am not myself a furry. To be a furry, you have to be a human with animal [spirit/characteristic/whatever kind of way you'd put this]. I'm a cat. With superpowers. And my name on facebook? Yes, Rose is my actual middle name. You're welcome to track me down if you like, and if you don't mind my frequent quoting and catting about the internet.


What are your nickname stories? What do your parents call you? My mum calls me "moo" and my dad calls me "maude" or "a very useful thing".


Much love! :3

Mini-Post - I Love Old Ladies

So I was out with The Green Fairy this weekend. Pictures later, when she gets home and on the computer after much yelling at her shiternet. Yesterday, before I came home I was in Hungry Jack's at Central (veggie burger nomnom), standing in line, when a woman in her 70s or 80s struck up a conversation with me.

She said she'd seen quite a few people "dressed up like you" and asked if there was some kind of event going on. I said I didn't know, but there had probably been stuff the night before and it was after all a nice day to be out. She and I chatted while in line, she said she loved our clothing, all of it, and then she said this:

"I love seeing people dressed up like you. I think it cheers people up. It definitely cheers me up."

There's the crux of it, I suppose! My utterly cheery demenour, my friendly behaviour, my being polite and helpful, and my happy pink hair and bright blush - it pays off, because it cheers people up to see something different! Really makes it all worth it in the end.

Here's to you, kind elderly people. You brighten my day, too!

(and here's to you, elderly man who held the hotel door open for me and wished me a happy wedding, looking confused when I laughed. I don't know why you thought I was getting married, and I promise, I wish I was, but you've obviously seen alternative wedding attire before. And that's awesome.)

Art Post!

So I'm at miss fox's house. She has a drawing tablet. After being all "WAT" for about ten minutes, I got the hang of it, and this is what I ended up with.

I really quite like it~!

In 12 hours I shall be on the train on the way to Sydney for my night out with the Green Fairy. :D THIS IS EXCITE. I HAVE IT.

Will probably update this post with more pictures.