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Marilyn Manson: “Sweet Dreams”

I nearly peed myself* the first time I saw this video. I had no idea that there were people out there that actually dressed themselves in this way. Regardless, I got pretty fascinated with Marilyn Manson. I started to think twice about Christianity, painted my finger nails once (Mom made me get rid of it. I remember the name of the color: “Roach”), and would cut out every picture of Marilyn Manson that I could get from the copies of Hit Parader that I would buy whenever we’d go to the drug store the next town over from where I lived.

My parents, like nearly every other parent in the country at the time, were extremely alarmed at the music their child was listening to. I never got close to being able to buy the CD because as soon as my mom saw this video, she decided that that was music her son would never listen to. Lest I begin to model my life too much after Manson’s, I was grounded from listening to Marilyn Manson, watching Marilyn Manson videos, and all of the pictures on my wall from the Hit Parader magazines that my mom was buying for me officially came down.

I, in my infinite wisdom, saw fit to tell my dear mother at this of all points that Marilyn Manson was also a professed Satanist. Genius move.

This was the first real time since my parents decided I was too young for the sexuality on Beverly Hills 90210 that they grounded me from some particular subject matter, and it only made me more curious. I eventually bought Manson’s autobiography years later when I had my own money, and then I ran away and joined the Church of Satan where I now spend my days.

JK! JK! Mom, don’t call me freaking out, I’m only kidding…

*by “nearly” i mean “actually”

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