Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Blog Virgin...

First Blog... didn't think there would be so much pressure to write. I sit here with a blinking cursor mocking me, waiting for some epiphany to come leaping out of my brain and onto the keyboard. No such luck. Just boring old me. So maybe I should at least explain the name of my blog link. Dahmer and Gein. To those who know me, they know these guys well, too. Serial killers. I have a self-confessed fascination with serial killers - naming my Dog 'Dahmer' (most people think he's a female because they think I named him after Dhamer and Greg; how cute! Not.) However, I have not since been allowed to name any other pet - or my son for that matter - by any other serial killer's name. Lord knows I tried though.

Gein - Ed Gein lived with his cruel mother until she mysteriously died. He then lived in his farmhouse alone, leaving his mother's room as a shrine to her, going to the cemetry at night and digging up bodies to commit the sins of necrophilia and removed parts of the flesh to make human suits to wear, and masks which he would use to dress up and dance in the moonlight. He also began to take women from the town, hang them and gut them like deers. Is truth stranger than fiction - my word it is. Not even Buffalo Bill or Norman Bates (both characters were derived from the lovely Ed) could convey the depravity that was Ed Gein. He truly was a anomaly upon humanity. The worst of it was, he would go around telling the other people from the town that he had committed these crimes, and they would laugh and say 'mad old Ed Gein!' He lived in a time when such things weren't even thought of, let alone become a reality, in a small town in America. They couldn't be blamed for their disbelief, it would have been incomprehensible to think such things.

And then there was Dahmer. Jeffrey Dahmer, whose fractured home life destroyed a child and nurtured a monster. He first killed at the age of 16 when his mother decided to go on holidays with her new partner and forgot to tell her son. She left him alone without food or money. The abandonment was too much for the child after an already bitter divorce between his parents - he met a boy, invited him home where they drank and smoked pot. When the boy said he was going to leave, Dahmer's fragile existence shattered. He killed the poor boy, thus keeping his new playmate, and not have to deal with the idea that once again someone was leaving him. He killed many boys and men after this time, preserving body parts, boiling skulls, removing their flesh so that he could eat it. He even experimented with the drugged men by drilling holes into the top of their skulls and pouring water into their heads. They were left alive, but in a zombie-like state, so that Dahmer could keep them alive and close to him. I am of the inclination that Dahmer ate the flesh of these men so that in some twisted way he could be closer to them, that there was no better way to be fully with another person. It was almost like the consumption of their flesh meant that Jeffrey would never have to be alone. Prior to killing many of these men, he was caught drugging men in a pool and lying with their limp bodies. He was banned from the pool after this. Had he not been caught, would this have been enough to keep him from committing all those murders? I would say no, I think that he would have eventually ended up committing muurder, he was too destroyed long before all of this. As for the families of Dahmer's victim's - he created misery for many people. The grief and hatred he caused these people - with undertones of racial issues - cannot be imagined by ordinary people. Many of these people lost sons who were still babies to this monster... and one family losing two sons to this monster. By saying this, I wish it to be known, I do not condone the actions of serial killers. I have an interest in why these people commit such crimes, and how the offences relate purely to their frame of mind. How do such monsters reside in the community undetected for so long? It is a question that has become an obsession for me.

Now before anyone wishes to argue with me on my knowledge of these two serial killers - here is the small print. This is not meant to be an exact biography of either man... there is much I have left out and I know it. This is just me rambling about something that interests me.

So, my first blog became a brief synopsis of serial killers. Interesting. Was not expecting that. And there it is, I am no longer a Blog Virgin!

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