"...morose subculture of Gothic fantasy."
bullet "They're basically outcasts, Gothic people, They're into anarchy. They're white supremacists and they're into Nostradamus stuff and Doomsday."
"Black trench coats are a consistent theme in the Gothic subculture that has attracted many teenagers to the poetry, music and costumes of a scene that ranges from benign fantasy to violent reality."
"Inspired by fantasy games such as Dungeons and Dragons, Gothic has become a fascination of many American high schoolers, some of whom simply dress and paint their fingernails black while others immerse themselves in a pseudo medieval world of dark images."
"Tuesday was Hitler's birthday, an occasion for demonstrations, mock funerals and other macabre commemorations among both neo-Nazis
and parts of the Gothic scene."
Involved in illegal drugs,
Vampires or believe themselves to be vampires,
Musicians, painters, and other artists,
Computer programmers (although there seem to be a lot of them)
Wearers of black (some wear white and gunmetal),
Dyers of their hair,
Users of white makeup.
These are some of the stereotypes Goths have to deal with everyday, though some do fall into them.
In reality, Goth is in finding beauty in the most unexpected places, having knowledge and eloquence. There are many different types of Goths including Romantic Goth
, Gothic Lolita
(which I would fall under), Cyber Goth
, Perky Goth
, Glitter Goth
, Fetish Goth
, Industrial Goth
, Mall Goths
and many, many more.
Each has their own taste in clothing and music, but we all have the same general sense of dark beauty.
People seem to see us as morose and disturbed, they degrade us by seeing one supposed Goth doing something damnable(the ones like this are generally Poser Goths with no idea about our subculture.) and assume we're all into that. It's wrong, that's like saying all preppies are snobs or all jocks only think about sex. We don't hate people who are different from us on the outside, we aren't sadists or masochists, we are normal people who dress a certain way, listen to some sort of music and look for beauty in all things, we are the way we are because we are comfortable with it. It's upsetting to see the way people are towards us and their misconceptions. Also, those of you who talk about how we're whinny, depressed, and cut ourselves, you're thinking emo
. We are not emo and calling a true Goth emo is like calling a girl a boy, it's idiotic and wrong.
Here are some examples of things I have gone through as a goth, before and during my Gothic Lolita days.
I walk down the hall of my school and go to my locker, but soon am surrounded by the ignorant youths that inhabited said educational establishment.
"Hey, freak!" one would shout, pushing me into my locker.
I turn around and ask them to leave me alone.
"No! You baby killing Satan worshiper." the leader accused, "I'm a Christian. I can't leave until you repent of your sins, if you don't, you'll go to Hell."
This would be where I smile sarcastically.
"Well, aren't you a great Christian." my sarcasm ends and begins and my voice then holds a tone full of anger, "Look, I'm a Christian myself, and this isn't a very Christlike thing to do, so why don't you move and let me get to class."
By that time my friends had seen what was going on and moved in, due to the number of them, both Goth and not, they ran.
In another instance, a group of friends and I were walking to another's house. We were soon stopped by a group of wigger kids.
"Oh, look at the baby eating freaks." one heckled followed by the laughter of his friends.
"F*** any dead bodies lately?"
By this time, I was clearly annoyed.
"What's you're problem, poser? Have we done anything to you?" I questioned, barely keeping myself from hitting them.
"Oh, it looks like the little girl has the balls." he reached into his pocket, more than likely for a knife, so I, in turn, leaned down to my boot, where I always kept a small blade.
"Look, losers," my sixteen year old male friend started, "why don't you go get a life and leave us alone."
He grabbed my arm and shoved his way through the group, our two friends on our tails.
"by the way," called my friend, a fifteen year old female, "if you want to talk to a baby eater, try *****"
(The name was censored for reasons.)
I have had many more instances similar to those, all having to do with ignorant baboons.