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Hi, I’m Gwendelynn Michelle Rougé, also known as Gwen, Gwennie, and Boo-Bear! By the Freak Show, I'm considered- "Flower Child." I’ve been on this earth for Twenty-Two years, born on April Twenty-First. In the circus, I am the Tattoed Missy in the troupe, I love them to pieces. I have many tricks up my sleeve; I can perform erotic dances, be flexible, be a "caretaker" of flowers, and talk to certain animals- mostly birds.. I have a little secret though, I may think of that cute little Ringleader as more than a friend.
I am a bit different wouldn't you say? Even though I have my motherly side, I act a bit younger than my age. Heck! I am only twenty-two! Give me a break! That's kinda why they nicknamed me "Flower Child" - in reference for all my tattoes and the way I "act". Beware, I'm very fierce and wicked protective over my "family." If you ask the others, they'll tell you of first hand that I am one you wouldn't want to mess with. Sure, I act mature, but I have to let my childish side once in awhile! I'm a bit confusing, and hard to understand, don't you agree? Am I a freak on a leash, or an angel in disguise? You tell me; Makeup hides my true self. But do you wanna know what I really look like? Oh, flowers, oh oh flowers! How I love you! My body is 99.9 percent tattooes. Use your imagination! Why yes, I do have tattooes on my face! One more thing! I have wings!
Dear Journal, Why, hello world! You wanna know about me? Well, here is my story- straight from my mouth. You can't tell anyone, alright! Only you get to know, and you alone!
I guess I grew up a normal life. I lived with my mom in a dinky little house, and had no clue who my father was. Heh, he left my poor mom when she was having me. Said straight up he didn't want to be a Father. So, he took over one thousand dollars in cash, and ran off. My mom, although angry, acted like nothing had happened. I spent seven years with my mom before the question even came up about him. I think the reason why, was because my mother was a very brilliant woman. She was a great artist, and I always used to go to her studio to play. Since my mother was a painter, I spent most of my outside time following her around and trying to draw the scenery as well as her. Well, I didn't do so well- my my mom eventually came to nickname me, "Sun Child." I took well accustomed to the name, and grew up normally. That is, until my twelfth birthday.
Me and my mom were outside, as usual. Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation creeping along my skin. I ignored it, but it got worse. I kept screaming, and my mom immediatly rushed my to the hospital, putting a blanket over me and blocking the windows. The only thing she could think of was that the sun was hurting me so bad. It was everywhere that day.
At the hospital, they found out that I was born with a skin problem called porphyria. It is a rare condition to be born with that causes the sun to blister and burn in the sun. Her mother was devestated, and so was I. I couldn't go anywhere with my mom anymore. I couldn't be her "Sun Child" anymore. I swore that day, to myself, I had to be the most cursed person in the world.
I later tried to deal with it, but by age fourteen- I had gotten completely sick of it. I knew it wasn't as worse as other deformaties, but to be seperated from the one person who truly loved me. That's when I decided to take action! Because most of the blisters ended up scarring- my face, my whole body- I decided to try an alternative. I considered it with my doctor at the time, and I decided to start covering my body in tattooes. What kind of tattooes? I loved to do flowering with my mom, so I choose that. I started, and finished my entire body when I turned fifteen. I didn't pay for anything, in fact ... even today I haven't paid any of it. I was in a serious medical condition, so I was going to have my mom's insurance pay for it. Why was I sent to the freak show?
My choice. I wanted to get away from my mom. When I got all the tattooes, she freaked- and cursed at me like I was some sort of devil. Do I care? No. Once my tattooes where finished, I went there. So guess what! I've been a part of this small "family" or circus people for about seven years. No wonder I'm the "mom," eh? .
I heart flowers, attention, dancing, candy, my "family", music, drawing, rain, darkness, The Ring Leader, and my mom. I hate rejection, liers, dark colors, getting made fun of, and getting hurt.. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I hear Here Without You calling me!
 iHewie · Tue Apr 29, 2008 @ 11:57pm · 0 Comments |
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