Submissions Tagged 'Henry_Rollins'

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I opted for a mastectomy and reconstruction. After one of many surgeries, my husband and I went to "Fangoria Weekend of Horrors": in Burbank, California. We had gold circle front-row, center-stage seats, ten feet away from the actors, directors, and writers.

I felt self-conscious about my breasts, but put on a T-shirt that celebrated my survivorship. I took my seat for the Wrong Turn II panel. The last panel member introduced was Henry Rollins. Henry was the one person I wanted to see at Fango. I’ve crushed on him ever since I Read more

I sauntered confidently up to him as he sat in the kitchen, staring downward at the old console television. He looked powerful and dark, with an air about him that suggested, "All who approach, beware."

His tattoos were of the road-weary variety, etched emphatically into his skin with more conviction than usual. He was a walking revolution. With my hands in my pockets and a smile on my face, I coolly blurted, "Hey, Henry."

Without even turning to look at me, he said, "That's Mr. Rollins to you."

Later that day, I chucked my Black Flag album Read more

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