These Stories are Purely works of fiction and any resemblence between the
characters in them and the real Marilyn Manson, Brian Hugh Warner, Twiggy
Ramirez, Pogo, Ginger Fish, Daisy Berkowitz, John 5, Trent Reznor, and John
Malm is only a concidence.
Stories Page One
For Love Of Two Gothic Angels
by Comasilver
Allanana Dirgo was born September 9, 1938 in a desert
tent in Libya's Fezzen Desert. Years later, she ran off to the U.S. where
she became a famous rockstar, known as Alana Virgo. She was tall, dark,
gorgeous, and played great psychedelic rock. She was a solo artist and
could play guitar to bring the house down. Her voice had a wide range and
was great too.
But Alana had another
remarkable talent. An ancient but seemingly ageless Beduin Sufi Dervish
had taught her all of the Magical arts of the Arab Peoples so that she
could raise spirits, talk with the dead, bring people their youth back,
heal the sick and injured, and even, in some cases, bring the dead back
to life. Understandably, she often used these magical skills as part of
her music shows. Infact, she healed me of severe back trouble and emotional
illnesses and, as a result, I became her lifelong friend.
While in the States,
she took on a roadie named Edgar Alan Warner. He had collar length straight
brown hair, a mustache, a small beard, and wore a floppy denim hat with
a feather in it. He was tall and very thin and knew all of Black Sabbath's
songs by heart. He could even play them well on guitar. He wrote horror
novels and stories for horror maga- zines
as a side job. He was originally from Canton, Ohio.
Edgar and Allanana soon
married and the lady rocker kept her maiden name for profess- ional
reasons. On September 19, 1972, They had a son named Virgil Carlyle.
She was pregnant with him while on a tour of Michigan and ended up having
him in a major hospital in Ionia. But he was a very difficult birth and
Allanana nearly died having him.
All of this time, I had been
with Allanana and Edgar was like an uncle to me. While she busied herself
with her rock career, I looked after the house and cared for little "Virj".
Then in 1980, Allanana, Edgar,
and I took Virj and returned with him to Libya. Once there, Allanana staged
a coup and overthrew Qadhafi, imprisoning him for the rest of his life
in a stone tower out in the desert. She then established a socialist republic
of her own.
I stayed there for a while,
but then returned to the United States, where I launched my own rock career
with the help of Allanana's petro dollars and the magical and musical skills
she had taught me. Soon after returning to the U.S., I used these resources,
plus a lot of hard work, to gain a successful rock career. Because of my
magical skills, I took on the name of "Faustantine", a feminized version
of "Faust" who was a 15th Century German sorcerer. I would be known by
no other name, although some people would sometimes call me something like
"Miss Tina" or just "Tina".
I did mostly heavy metal and was
pretty successful at it. I had my own back up band which was really good
and was known also as Faustantine. Then I dropped out of the per-
forming circuit and moved to New Orleans, where at the height of the Marti
Gras season, I established Faust Enterprises of
which I was the President. My company was soon an enormous and growing
rock music conglomerate comprised of a CD factory, recording stud-
ios, music halls, music publishing houses, and offices. At about that time,
I met Trent Reznor and merged my company with his Nothing Records. The
tough little rockstar turned businessman then became my good friend as
well as my business partner.
By 1992, I was a fairly well-established
businesswoman, then who should appear on my company's doorstep but my dear
Virj who was now grown to manhood. And wow!, what a man too! Fully six
foot three, slender as a whip, and with frizzy black hair that stood out
all over on his head like he had been in the bathtub when the electric
hairdryer had fallen in, twenty year old Virj looked like a sexually charged
dream come true in his thigh-high boots and tight black leather fetish
suit. I myself looked no older than twenty, thanks to his mo-
ther's magic, although I was already past thirty.
His band members, The Zodiacs, were
right faithfully beside him and they were an eyeful too. There was Leo,
the keyboardist, who looked like a bald genie, there was Gemini, who looked
like "Aladdin's" Princess Jasmin. There was Aries, the lead guitarist who
looked like he belonged more in "Rage Against The Machine" with his battle
fatigues and Cuban baret. Then there was dutiful Pisces, the drummer with
his spikey blue hair and tight black vinyl jumpsuit which was covered all
over with "devilish" designs.
"I came and to prove it, I'm
here." Exclaimed Virj, who now went by the stagename of Virgo Nidal.
He opened his long arms wide
to hug me, then he introduced me to his band members. All of them had made
their stagenames by combining the name of their individual birthsign with
the last name of a notorious international terrorist. Virj, of course,
had taken his last name from Abu Nidal, The PLO Leader, while Leo, who
is actually of Palestinian Arab descent, took his from Dr. George Habash,
the founder of the Popular Front For The Libera- tion Of Palestine.
Likewise, Pisces took his last name from Germany's infamous Baader-Meinhoff
Gang and Aries, true to his revolutionary image and his Cuban heritage,
had taken his from Che Guevara. Geminii called himself Ramirez from Illich
Sanchez Ramirez or Carlos The Jackal, not from Richard Ramirez, the satanic
"Night Stalker" whom Manson's Twiggy had taken his last name from. By combining
their names this way, The Zodiacs tried to achieve the same balance of
positive and negative, the way that the Marilyn Manson group had.
Of course, I signed
them on right away. And they weren't to disappoint me. After all, thousands
of petro dollars had been put into Nidal's training as a musician and petro
dollars from his Revolutionary Leader mother would continue to finance
his musical career just as they had mine. What's more, he has a five-octave
voice and knows how to use it. Then too, his band members are superb with
the instruments they play. Their forte is predominently industrial heavy
metal rock, which is somewhat ironic since Arabs are not noted for either
heavy industry or rock music. Nidal had known his bandmates for a long
time. They were all his buddies from the years he had spent in a Benghazi
cadet school, with the exceptions of Aries and Leo, whom he had met in a guerrilla
training camp in Angola.
My happiness was complete
when Nidal took me on as his girlfriend as well as his promoter. Then The
Zodiacs met the Marilyn Manson group in May 1995 and I held my breath,
worrying that I would be caught in the middle of a serious front-end collision
between two direct opposites. After all the groups were on opposite sides
of the ideological spectrum- while Manson's belief system is based on Nietzche,
The Bible(albeit, his interpretation of it), Dr. Suess' Cat In The Hat,
and Willy Wonka, Nidal's is based on Khalil Gibran, The Koran, Daffy Duck,
and The Three Stooges. But my worries were groudless. The two guys and
their groups hit it off well right from the start - personally as well
as artistically. The fact that Nidal and Manson are first cousins helped
too. Manson's real name is Brian Hugh Warner and his father, Hugh Warner,
is the brother of Nidal's father, Edgar Alan Warner.
The family resemblence
between Manson and Nidal is obvious. Both have the same pouty mouth, small
chin, narrow face, prominent nose, and tall, boney build. They even
have the same blood type.
Right away, Reznor signed them and
their groups on the same billing together with The Zodiacs being the warm-up
act. And when Nidal first met his new billing partner, he liked what he
saw. With his fine, pale features and long black hair, Manson looked so
beautiful and vulnerable to him, like a male Snow White.
Manson, likewise, had been quite
taken by Nidal right from the start. When Manson first saw Nidal going
into Reznor's office, he thought he was exceedingly attractive.
"Gasp! That's the most beautiful
man I've ever seen. I wonder what it would be like to go down on him?"
He thought to himself as he took in the Arab-American's glossy, curly,
black hair, almond-shaped eyes, and slimly muscled physique which was well
defined in his form- fitting glittery jade green jumpsuit.
A few moments later, both of them
were in Reznor's Nothing Records office and were being introduced.
As Manson shook Nidal's slender brown hand, he felt himself falling in
love with him.
"Yes, it was love at first sight. And I
still am very much in love with him. But that does- n't
mean I'm gay. A guy doesn't have to be gay to fall in love with Virgo because
he exudes a magnetic sex appeal greater than the radiation of our sun."
Manson explained later.
As soon as the introductions were done,
Manson invited his new billing partner and his group to come over to his
house and sit and watch as he and his group did their four hour daily practice
session.
"Come and see us at our house. That'll
help us get to know each other better, as perform- ers and as people."
Manson told Nidal with a wink.
And so that late afternoon, Nidal
and his four Zodiacs sat and listened as The Marilyn Manson group went
through their practice session. Just as Manson was belting out his third
tune, he noticed that Nidal was quietly singing along with him in his own
inimitable voice.
"Come on up here and join me,
Virgo." Said Manson as he reached out and pulled Nidal up to where he was,
"Don't be shy." And so they sang together and they sounded superb.
"We'll have to talk with Trent
and Miss Tina about us singing together onstage." Said Manson to Nidal
right after their duet.
"Yes, I would very much like
to do that." Agreed Nidal beaming his heart-tugging smile.
After the Manson group was
through with their practice session, they and The Zodiacs sat together
and unwound. Pogo, Manson's bald, goateed keyboardist, went and got everyone
a can of coke. After opening his, Nidal quaffed half of it down and smiled.
"Much better than Kitty Cola."
He said wiping his mouth with his fingers.
"What's that?" Asked Daisy
Berkowitz who was Manson's lead guitarist at that time.
"Never heard of that brand."
Commented Manson between mouthfuls of his own cola.
"You probably wouldn't have,"
laughed Nidal as he tossed his head of sooty curls, "It's a soft drink
my people make in Libya. Beside of this, it tastes like sweetened, watered
down molasses."
"Shit, that's terrible!" Said
Manson, frowning a bit in mock distaste.
"Yes it is," giggled Nidal,
"but thanks be to Allah, we now have your American Cola as well."
They and the others asked Pogo
to bring them some more colas and everyone continued talking about the
merits of Coca Cola vs. Kitty Cola. As the discussion began to die down,
Nidal, who was sitting right beside of Manson, squeezed up closer to him
and rolled his hea- vily mascaraed eyes at him. He was wearing his
cat-like green contacts that evening which enhanced his look of charm and
mystery. Manson smiled at him.
"Will you and your guys come
and watch us practice sometime? We only live down the street from you in
a big green house." Invited Nidal.
"We will gladly do that, Virj"
Promised Manson as he laid a hand on the Arab's boney knee.
That evening a partnership
began that was to make music history. But as powerful an in- fluence as
it was, music was not the only force that drew Manson and Nidal together.
Their mutual interest in philosophical
topics gave them common ground as well. Man- son was
also pleased to find out that Nidal was not the silly featherhead that
he sometimes appeared to be and could talk quite intelligently with him.
Of course, the two shock rockers enjoy many deep and lengthy discussions
together. One evening, after both of their bands had finished with their
practice sessions for the night, Nidal and Manson started talking about The Apoca-
lypse, The Koran, The Kabbala, Aleister Crowley, Dr. Seuss, and Daffy Duck.
By 2:30 am, they were both curled up together watching Daffy Duck cartoons
on TV.
They often have intimate moments
together like that. Then too, Nidal helps Manson in countless ways. The
tawny skinned rocker, who has magical curative powers like his mother,
has healed Manson of his congenital heart condition, his borderline manic-depressive
state, his addiction to narcotics, and all of his other health problems.
Nidal liked to massage Man- son's head and jaws, and eventually
healed him of the constant pain that he felt in those areas.
In private moments, they play
guitar together and sing together. Of course, they also do this professionally.
They paint each other's toenails and Nidal loves to brush Manson's long
black hair. They read to each other from works by Aleister Crowley. Often
they have oral and anal sex together. Nidal, who loves to cook, will frequently
prepare a dish or sometimes e- ven a complete meal
and bring it to Manson and his guys. He will even clean house for them.
And I am not jealous. After
all, they are cousins.
THE BEGINNING