Manko Suicide in Long Live The Queen

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Manko Suicide in Long Live The Queen

• INTO: People who have notes written on the back of their hand in blue biro pen.
• NOT INTO: That question: “What lies beyond the fierce surface? Who is the girl behind the image?” It is the straightest path to my sod-off list. If I open my legs wide enough you reckon you’ll see the real Manko shining through? Well honestly darling, you can suck my cock.
• MAKES ME HAPPY: The smell of hair bleach, the sound of semi in Tokyo heat, jinxing people on my blacklist and getting mistaken for a tranny.
• MAKES ME SAD: That David Bowie ruined his fabulous Ziggy Stardust fangs in the States in the ‘80s.
• HOBBIES: Collecting tart cards.
• 5 THINGS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: A handful of people and plane tickets to see them. The rest can sod off.
• VICES: I trust you’ll find that in any given moral system Manko is perfectly 100% vice-free.
• I SPEND MOST OF MY FREE TIME: Dressing up, wallowing in self-obsession, excessively drinking, mocking things, making things, entertaining my alter ego, not being very nice, dreaming.

Get to know Manko better over at SuicideGirls.com!

by Nahp Suicide

A column which highlights Suicide Girls and their fave groups.

This week our headbanging maniac Lee takes a break from the mosh pit to tell us why she’s mad for SG’s Metal Heads United group.

Members: 2215 / Comments: 12,467

WHY DO YOU LOVE IT?: It’s introduced me to some new bands that I might not have heard of otherwise.



DISCUSSION TIP: Don’t be a hater and be negative just because you don’t like certain bands. We had a member who would complain about everything and eventually got booted because of it.



BEST RANDOM QUOTE: “SLAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYERRRR!!!!!”

MOST HEATED DISCUSSION THREAD: This one was from a while back. “Why does everyone like Slayer so much?“


WHO’S WELCOME TO JOIN?: If you love metal then you should join this group.

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by Steven-Elliot Altman (SG Member: Steven_Altman)

Our Fiction Friday serialized novel, The Killswitch Review, is a futuristic murder mystery with killer sociopolitical commentary (and some of the best sex scenes we’ve ever read!). Written by bestselling sci-fi author Steven-Elliot Altman (with Diane DeKelb-Rittenhouse), it offers a terrifying postmodern vision in the tradition of Blade Runner and Brave New World…

By the year 2156, stem cell therapy has triumphed over aging and disease, extending the human lifespan indefinitely. But only for those who have achieved Conscientious Citizen Status. To combat overpopulation, the U.S. has sealed its borders, instituted compulsory contraception and a strict one child per couple policy for those who are permitted to breed, and made technology-assisted suicide readily available. But in a world where the old can remain vital forever, America’s youth have little hope of prosperity.

Jason Haggerty is an investigator for Black Buttons Inc, the government agency responsible for dispensing personal handheld Kevorkian devices, which afford the only legal form of suicide. An armed “Killswitch” monitors and records a citizen’s final moments — up to the point where they press a button and peacefully die. Post-press review agents — “button collectors” — are dispatched to review and judge these final recordings to rule out foul play.

When three teens stage an illegal public suicide, Haggerty suspects their deaths may have been murders. Now his race is on to uncover proof and prevent a nationwide epidemic of copycat suicides. Trouble is, for the first time in history, an entire generation might just decide they’re better off dead.

(Catch up with the previous installments of Killswitch – see links below – then continue reading after the jump…)

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by Daniel Robert Epstein

“The whole thing about directing is you have to find a special way to manipulate each actor to do exactly what you want.”
– Rob Zombie

Rob Zombie has followed up his horror hit House of 1000 Corpses with a much more brutal, ugly and sadistic film, The Devil’s Rejects. It keeps some of the characters such as Captain Spaulding [Sid Haig], Otis [Bill Moseley] and Baby [Sheri Moon], but now instead of them being hunters they are being stalked by Sheriff Wydell [William Forsythe] whose brother they had killed.

Read our exclusive interview with Rob Zombie on SuicideGirls.com.

Friskey Suicide in Pearfect

• MAKES ME HAPPY: Kittens, squirrels, children, back rubs, and tickles.
• MAKES ME SAD: Sick kittens and assholes.
• HOBBIES: Zombie making, printmaking, picture taking, and yoga.
• 5 THINGS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: Camera, computer, bike, chocolate, and kitten love.
• VICES: Living life luxuriously on credit, chocolate, a messy room, and Dirty Old Men.

Get to know Friskey better over at SuicideGirls.com!

by Laurelin

I had this post written over a week ago. I had just walked home from his house for what I knew would be the last time. I was so sad that I could have cried, but I didn’t. I sat down and I wrote about it. When I woke up later and re-read what I had written, I knew it could never see the light of day. He didn’t deserve those words, like he didn’t deserve me. Words help me remember, and I desperately need to forget.

I had written something like it before: ten years ago sitting in an ex-boyfriend’s house in Providence. He was going to leave me, I knew it, so while he slept I would look around. I memorized the way the black curtains fell across the dirty cracked window pane, the way I could see the black bars of the fire escape over the setting sun and Providence skyline. I memorized every poster: Marilyn Manson, The Crow, the black and white kissing girls. I memorized the way it smelled, like Yankee Candle’s Moonlight Path mixed with the shavings from the snake and iguana cages. But most of all I would look at him.

The way his two metal gauged hoop earrings clinked together when I touched his face. (Years later I would buy the same earrings just to hear that sound.) My fingers had traced every outline of his body and just watching him sleep was enough to make me want to cry. Because I knew he was going to leave me, and I wanted to remember. I didn’t want to ever forget a single thing.

And when he did leave me, I wrote it all down. I said that the sky would never be as beautiful as it looked though his window. I was foolish; that that one didn’t deserve those words either. But I always treasured them. I remember being caught scribbling by one of my sorority sisters, and when she asked me to read her something I had written I hesitated before deciding to read her that essay. I got about halfway though when I noticed she had tears streaming down her face. When I was done she grabbed my hand and told me that I should never stop writing. We cried, but I was happy to have finally shared him with someone.

Last Friday after creeping in from his apartment I decided that enough was enough. I would never again notice how leaving the bar drunk my hand slides so easily into his. I would never again get so drunk that I would try to not feel ashamed for winding up in his arms, knowing he was only holding me because he had no one better. Last Friday I wrote my final piece about loving him, and I said goodbye.

I had traced his every outline, but his feeling will fade, and in time so will this sharp feeling of total loss. I might run into him again down the line, and hopefully by then I will be able to genuinely smile. Hopefully by then I won’t have to turn away so he won’t see my lower lip trembling. I write to remember, but some things need to be forgotten, erased. Hopefully one day I can come back to this and remember how last Friday was the start of something worth remembering.

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