Recent Autobiographical Note I wrote
Hello, my name is Andrè. On date of writing this I am a 42
year old German Skinhead. I've been a hobby-author &
occult-dabbler for some decades by now. I have always been an
outsider or pariah in my own way. Technically my prosaic way makes
nearly all people (on occasion even my wife-to-be & myself)
underestimate how much of a pro I tend to be for real. If I do
something as an author or artist, then there is a 99% chance that
it is part of some 'labeled-proper' way for authors and artists.
To clarify something certain people need: I am not a racist
and only AntiSemite as far, as all Germans tend to be so
(historical guilt or what), plus grew up with pretty many people
from very different cultures and religions. Being a decently
educated German of my age though I had family and neighbors who
worshiped & served Adolf Hitler, when the original Nazi were
still alive. I have streaks from both sides, and I wouldn't be
honest, if i state too much enthusiasm for democracy as I had to
endure it so far.
I have been a passionate Fantasy-Roleplayer for the most
crucial years of my passed life. The state of being an
Ex-Roleplayer now belongs to that in an abstract way - at least, if
one asks me about it.
New Years Eve 2014 to 2015 I had become a bum (urban
homeless), spending my Winter sleeping outside in the urban
city-center. I recovered and rent myself a new room in late April
2015, but that was overshadowed by one of the few loyal friends I
had dying, and the second suffering a stroke brutally knocking her
down.
I have been a small-scale criminal for at least two decades
of my life, and I was really never arrested, nor sentenced in any
§-form. Sometimes that makes a twisted arrogance shine through,
especially in social surroundings where I feel unwelcome or which I
am only pretending to respect.
By now I can be both, a decently good man of the world who
has lived thru much and achieved some wisdom & a fierce,
unforgiving, and violent-prone bastard, when i am pissed-off. Both
is me, and always has been.
On TV I liked: Castle, Dexter, Game of Thrones, Sherlock,
Those who kill (Danish & US versions), and Supernatural (early
seasons). Books I read plenty, but outside of Satanism I noticed
that I dislike indulging small-talk about them.
I am a gluttonous person, bounce between workaholic and
utterly lazy, and I never had it too easy with women, so some know
me as the boring loser to ignore, others as quite a sexist macho. I
like plenty of animals, and I am able enough to socialize, if I
decide to try.
In January 2015 I had decided to accept my Stalker's triumph
and start a completely new chapter of my life. Continuing what
& whom I cared about is part of this.
