NetNews Usenet Archive 1992 #31/NN_1992_31.iso/spool/alt/callahan/16088

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From: [e-mail] (Clive Grace)
Subject: Re: 1993
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Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 03:55:00 +0000
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In-Reply-To: <[e-mail]> [e-mail] (Mary Branscombe)


>Now you know who Jammer is. Who are you?

"Who am I?" Tanais sits and ponders such a deep question. "Who...
am... I". He rolls the sound around his head for a while and then
rolls his head gently to one side. "If I can tell you what I used to
be, then you can work out from there... hopefully.

"I'm 28. Born on 19th March 1964. So I'm a Pisces -- Artist-types,
sensitive and head in the clouds type.  I am 5'9" -- weigh 11.5 stone
and have short brown hair, brown eyes and I smile, but it's a gentle
smile. I lived in Hertfordshire England for most of those years until
Mary MerryTail and I bought a house together nearly two years ago in
Bath. She started work as a Staff Writer. I was a magazine Editor for
a Magazine called Program Now and travelled across England on a more
or less daily basis for 6 months until Future Publishing hired me as
Deputy Editor on PC PLUS... "for my boundless enthusiasm". I helped
hire Mary along with the rest of the "team". I've been in magazines
for 8 years and have reached burnout -- I haven't seen my desk at
work for well over two months as I had a nervous breakdown.

"Big Changes.

"I used to work and sleep. Occasionally I'd eat. Then I sort of hit a
panic vein about three years ago and did the only thing I knew best
-- I worked harder. I became more and more work-oriented and less of
a person. I withdrew into my head and became less productive. I was
reliving memories that had not surfaced since they happened when I
was 6 or a bunch of guys raping me and then [poof] I collapsed. I
went away from everyone I knew and stayed in Edinburgh for two weeks
-- with three days at home in between. It was around then when Mary
first met Ignatz... I think.

"I was not very bright at school. I was bullied a lot and I was also
bullied by kids with the permission of teachers in Gym classes. I was
also abused at home but that's not been dealt with. I have perfect
pitch, I can sing and if I study an instrument's mechanics, I can
usually work out how to play the thing in -- say -- 30 minutes. I
play The Bass Guitar, Double Bass, Fiddle, Chapman Stick,
"occasional" recorder and for a short while made computer music tapes
using a system called the Music 5000 for the BBC Micro. That went
onto MIDI music in general which I just hated -- too divorced for
people -- and they make music better than computers.

"Music is my solace. I use it to hide from pain and hurt, but I also
use it to soar above it as well. I cried at the end of Mike
Oldfield's Incantations. I turned into a Foetus by the  end of Pink
Floyd's "The Wall". My musical tastes are wide and varied, but my
main consistent love is Jazz -- Blue Note -- Late fifties and early
sixties when they recorded some of the hottest music ever placed on
record. After that I like Orchestral works by Bartok, Mozart,
Beethoven, but there's space for Tilson Thomas and Philip Glass as
well. Rock music is also fun... Sting, Gabriel, Bush, Simple Minds,
Windam Hill stuff is cool as well. I also listen to other people's
music with fresh ears -- as I made Pizza this evening for Mary Merry
Tail and I to eat as we videoed and watched Sting's "Bring On the
Night" movie. As I cooked  I listened to Ignatz's tape of Thomas
Dolby's new CD -- Yeah! I liked the sequel to Europa and th Pirate
Twins... Ignatz... thanks. I had almost given up on Thomas Dolby.

"Hi Fi is my "scientific" passion. I have a *very* expensive Hi Fi
System (the arm to the record player alone cost me #1,000) and I only
listen to Jazz/Rock records on vinyl -- CD is left to Classical and
Orchestral pieces."

Tanais shifts in his seat and catches himself. "That's my
diversions...

"I used to be slavishly jealous and paranoid. I used to think every
laugh was an attack against me and I felt insecure -- even down to
the clothes I would wear -- In the end I just used to wear the
clothes that other people I liked wore. One day it would be a suit --
the next it would be jeans. When I remembered the first rape (a gang
rape) I just wanted to be a woman and dressed "gender neutral" -- I
hated men and I didn't want to be associated with being a man -- now
I realise that I can be far more subversive by being a non-sexist,
thoughtful kind and caring *man* and be proud of it... I worked hard
to accept that little bit of skin that makes me a man, and I'm gonna
prove that men don;t have to be hard macho idiots... what was it
Mary: "Dick Brained Rats from the Planet Dork?". That's not me.

"I remember I finally broke down and screamed  "damnit you bastards
-- you *raped* me". That started to change my life -- I was living in
denial for years. So I did the first sensible thing in my life (next
to dating Mary Merry Tail). I saw a councellor and have more or less
dealt with everything. I was a sham, I was a liar to myself -- I had
a wardrobe that didn't belong to me. I had a job I cared not a jot
for (and I still don't), I was scared witless of the people at work
(I still am). I basically fell to pieces. I got busted down and one
of the poeple I helped Hire is now my boss -- that's tough -- but I
don't ever want to be an Editor again. It's not a good job for me and
I'm not made for it anymore.... I seriously doubt I'll ever write a
decent thing for magazines again.

"In a fit of self-hate I took an overdose a while back -- I threw it
all up and thank god I did! I met someone recently that made me
realise that I could be liked for being just "me". That I was good
enough to be liked. She knows who she is and I thank her -- but I am
sorting myself out for my own reasons. I think back on my friends I
have made since the breakdown and they have liked me because -- heck
-- I'm a sweet guy. I listen to people that tell me that now I and I
trust and believe them... that's an important step in my healing.

"And music has stayed with me ever since. It has been my comfort. It
has been my drug. I remember a lullaby I was sung to by a teacher
whern I fell ill at primary school when I was 8. That never happened
at home. I wanted other people's parents to be my own. I'm my own
best parent now and that's just fine. Like Mary. I have a life. It's
so different from what it used to be, and it's not nearly as well
formed as some here, but I'm taking my first steps... and I'm doing
it slowly so I make the right choices.... not that I won't be capable
of learning when I do make a wrong step."

Putting the jug down, Tanais shifts his cap on his head. "My name is
Tanais here -- I may change my "Clive" name to further distance
myself from my hereditary family. "Tanais" is a river that flows past
Troy. To me Troy represents a great battle -- *my* personal battle.
After Troy, Tanais ran red for a while, but it cleared and was pure
once again -- and like life, it changes. Life is a continuum and the
river is analogous to my life. Why a fox? Merrytail says I sit like a
fox, I laugh like a fox and well, the fox is a *survivor* Tanais is
fitting name for a beautiful creature that is sensuous and free. I am
a survivor and I am realising that in this point in my life I can go
anywhere I choose. I am hightly sensuous.

So, in short. I was not the same person because I was shielded from
the world. I behaved like a different person back then. I'm calmer --
quieter and happier than I have ever been in my whole life. I need
few things. Music and friends that's all. And I no longer crave
emotional or ego bolstering. I will still behave in "funny" ways
though. I ask people permission before I touch them, and I often say
"is this okay?" when I hug or kiss, please doff my hat if I say that
to anyone here when I hug them and it annoys them. I am more
affectionatel now as well. As a person I love to be scritched around
the neck and ears and I like friendly contact.

At this Tanais smiles a real smile, sits back in the stool and picks
a wee piece of fluff from his fur. and looks at Jammer square on...
"So who am I?

"I am Tanais -- I am a survivor"

Suprised at this long monologue Tanais  pulls out his fiddle hidden
under his trenchcoat and starts to tune it for a merry jig later in
the evening -- hoping the attention will shift from his corner of the
bar soon and hoping Kateri will dance when he plays.
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