I started listening to Manson in the summer of 2004, despite all the people who tried to talk me out of it because he was nothing but a scary pervert. I got addicted to it, it grew and grew, and carried me through the best and worst times of my life. I don't know Manson personally to tell what he's like, but his music has been pure salvation to me many, many times.
I was forced to stop listening to him in 2007, because it was not ok with some of my closest people and it created many fights and arguments with them which were really devastating to me. Therefore, to save my relationships with them, I forced myself to believe what they were saying (that the music was vile) and I endured that "diet" 'till 2009, when I was completely breaking down with problems and there was no one around to help out apart from Manson's music. So then I got back to it.
I think by making it forbidden for me these people made me value the role of this music in my life even more, and I consider it a luxury. Now I'm halfway allowed to listen to it. I can do it when I'm on my own, but never around others, I'm not supposed to talk about Manson or put up folders with his tracks on the computer and stuff... Rules apply on my birthdays, too, so I had to celebrate one birthday of mine in advance all by myself, just to be able to listen to a little bit of my favorite music. So, the conclusion is, I've never really forgotten about Manson or grown tired of him. Maybe I would have, but now there's no chance. I love this music, but it's no longer the same when I always have to feel guilty just enjoying the music I like, it doesn't feel as right as it did before...






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