I'm Alli, and for some reason you're reading what I have to say, so hello there. I am one of many socially inept goth kids, wanting to make friends and share opinions through a nifty little blog. The URL comes from my favorite song at the moment (although its bound to change by the end of the night) called "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge. I'm not really sure what else to say, so I'm going to attempt to answer a really cliche questions that I think all people that self describe themselves as goth have been asked...
Why do you dress like that?
Because I like it.
Are you a goth?
Yes.
What exactly is that?
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Dis be goth. To give you an idea of my age, I was born the same year he died. Don't call me a fucking babybat, but feel free to take my opinion lightly, as I did not live through the height of "goth," so I obviously don't know a goddam thing. |
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You are a goth if you call yourself a goth. It's as simple as that.
On the other hand, you look really fucking stupid calling yourself a goth whilst listening to Niki Minaj or Marilyn Manson or some other shit.
Which is where we find the dilemma.
People get really offended by my opinion (or I'm assuming they would, as I've only spoken to one other goth) because they are the people that have spent countless hours listening to Siouxsie Sioux, teasing their hair and making their fingers bleed while putting on stupid fucking spikes. They don't want to be confused with clueless teenagers (like me).
So this is where I get preachy (wait, you haven't been this whole time?).
WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE THAT PEOPLE CONFUSE YOU WITH MANSONITES? HOW CAN YOU HAVE THE CONFIDENCE TO WEAR PLATFORM BOOTS BIGGER THAN YOUR HEAD BUT GET BUTTHURT WHEN PEOPLE ASSUME YOU ARE AN ANGSTY ASS TEEN?
*ahem*
Because all in all, nobody cares. Unless you're actively trying to spread the good word of goth, let them believe what they believe. If they ask you about it, tell them about Darkwave. Scream Bela Lugosi's Dead in their face.
But don't terrorize the newbie for not knowing their shit, because in the end, it doesn't matter. Be happy, don't get offended, and dance your ass off. Because that's all that matters.
Fin.
Song(s) of the Day (because all blogs have them): She's in Parties by Bauhaus and Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge.