Weren’t we just.

I’ve been a Manson fan for most of my life – thinking it was all art, smoke and mirrors, and dark humour. There was so much of all of that that the authentic rotten stench rising from beneath the floorboards was easy to overlook, dismiss and laugh off.

Now, as a fan, I’m left with a feeling of having been gaslit and betrayed. I’ve been writing about it to process it.

But at least I’m not in denial. I’ve seen all too many Manson fans close their eyes and dismissing the mere possibility that there’s got to be some truth tucked into the stack of allegations made against ‘our Emperor.’