During my few moments of leisure this week I read parts of the Adam Parfrey-edited anthology called Apocalypse Culture (N.P.: Feral House, 1990) and came across an interview by Jim Morton with a woman named Karen Greenlee. The title of the interview is “The Unrepentant Necrophile,” and that title tells you much of what you need to know about the interview. (I mean, I could tell you more, but I’ll spare the sensibilities of my more sensitive readers.) One part of the interview struck me, in which Greenlee reflects on her curious propensities:
For a while I found myself thinking “Yeah, this isn’t normal. Why can’t I be like other people. Wy doesn’t the same pair of shoes fit me just right?” I went through all that personal hell and finally I accepted myself and realized that’s just me. That’s my nature and I might as well enjoy it. I’m miserable when I try to be something I’m not.
“I’m miserable when I try to be something I’m not.”
If you must know, I am not a necrophile. I believe most of you are not necrophiles, either.
But we are all Karen Greenlee, whether we admit it or not.