Friday, 22 August 2014

Kweeny Goes to Gencon Indy 2014!



I am back from an epic week in Indianapolis, where I once again roamed the wilds of GENCON! I had a blast, and figured since I have started doing the vlog thing a bit more, I would share some of my adventures with you in a video!

  
I did all the larping guys. All of it.  Dressing up with my husband was pretty fun. But I think his teeth are bigger than mine.

Just look at those choppers!
I even got quite a bit of swag on my trip, so I made a separate video just for that. Go to my Channel to check out more videos!


All and all, a successful event! Meeting John Horrodude was great too, because you never know who you are going to run into at a convention. Even though I am primarily a horror-fan, I love many, many things such as chasing Deadpools around and gaming.


If you are curious about my interview with John HorrorDude, check it out here.

Four awesome days of gaming and geekery!

Also as a side note, I have an article in the new Living Dead Magazine issue, and the magazine is huge this time guys! Biggest issue yet about the Legends of Horror! Check it out!

Hopefully I will get back to reviewing things soon. It's been a busy summer and I do have the HALLOWEEN HORROR MOVIE MADNESS coming up! I am a judge again this year which should be great fun!



Wednesday, 6 August 2014

KWEENY'S HORROR MOVIE TAG!

In case you were not aware, I have been making more Youtube videos on my channel. It's nothing real fancy, just a general vlogging of my life and things I love. I have been also super busy with eventing season, and just finished going to Seadogs and Fearieworlds. If you wanna know more about those events, there are videos on my channel for you to enjoy.

Next week I go to Gencon, and I am sure to have a blast. In between all that I decided to do a tag video. Finding a tag video that wasn't something inane was hard. But I did find a horror movie tag video, so I thought why not!


Here is the video for your viewing pleasure. I hope to get back to regular blogging after I am done going to festivals and conventions this summer. I'm a busy little demon.

See you soon horror freaks!

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Honest Horror

This week is my mother's death anniversary, and trust me, this wasn't easy to write publicly. But I have had a lot on my mind lately, and I have many, many scars in my past. I wanted to write this to get some of the feelings I have out, because you never really get over a suicide, especially when the person who killed themselves was abusive to you. "Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children." Is a line from The Crow that sticks with me today. My mother, my childhood "god" hated me. She wasn't a kind or loving person. Some people are just not. I am writing this now to express my pain, but also show what horror personally means to me. I am writing this to express my truth. I am writing this now so later in the week when I go to my fun pirate event I can live in that moment and not let the past drag me down.

But I still grieve, even 13 years later.

I have mentioned before that I love the Critters series and why, but this post goes deeper than that. This post goes to the personal roots of why I love horror itself. Why I struggle to make this not just a hobby, but a lifestyle I live 24/7. That being touched by the macabre and darkness is sometimes just a part of who you are.

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD: 


The only good memory I have of my mother is when we were watching a silly horror movie called Critters 2. They were creatures with spiky fur and huge, hungry mouths. They looked ridiculous.


But she was sober, and happy, and we laughed while watching it. I can't remember her laugh anymore. It's faded with the pages of time.

All I remember is her rage.

My happy memories of her are barely there, like someone ripped them from a book written of my life. Just shredded leftovers in the pages of my past, reminders of times that may or may not be real.

But the Citters memory still lingers. Some of the words have spilled ink on them. But I still remember her smile.

And she was sober. For once she was sober.

People ask me all the time why I'd dedicate my life to the genre of horror. Why I aspire to be a professional in this field. Like you can't be professional in a genre like this. Especially being a woman. My GP recently asked me why I would want to do this kind of thing. She looked at me with that curious, slightly judgmental expression and said, "Why would you want to paint bones, watch horror movies and write about horrific things?"

Because nice girls aren't supposed to do these things.

Nice girls who want to be beautiful women aren't drawn to such darkness. They don't watch movies like Day of The Women, Ginger Snaps, Martyrs and Cannibal Holocaust. They don't seek these kinds of things out, especially if those nice women were raped, beaten and tortured in their lifetimes as heavily as I have been.
 

But I'm not a nice girl.

I look her dead in the face and with no remorse or apology I told her, "Because the horror genre is the most honest of the genres. Horror happens in real life all the time, and anything I see or read about is nothing compared to the reality of how horrific humanity is."

I don't want to be beautiful. I want to be fierce. The "Beauty Ideal" killed my mother. She killed herself because she wasn't fierce enough to deal with the horror of everyday life. She killed herself because society filled her head with lies about who and what she should be, and when she couldn't live up to it, she lost it. She killed herself because she realized the monster she had become, with years of regret and secrets. She held all the secrets of her own personal abuse inside so hard that drowning them in drugs was all she could do just to get up and face the real life horror of her existence. She killed herself because she had tortured and abused anything beautiful she ever created, including her own children, and now she was alone in the world. Completely alone.

I am not her.

I know horror. I know what it's like to be raped, more than once. I know what it's like to be tortured by your abusers, day in and day out. I know what it's like to see murder in the eyes of someone who is supposed to love you.



Because of these things, I am an artist, writer and poet. I am a creator. I create monsters, but I do it out of a need to turn rage into love. Horror is more than special FX's and gore. Those that love the horror lifestyle and want to live it 24/7 are not ugly and wrong.

They are beautiful freaks learning to love their monsters.

Sometimes the only way out of a cycle of darkness is to embrace the darkness so hard it turns into light.
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