My goth can beat up your goth
Now this is a particularly dodgy society I just don't understand: Goths.
Goth clothing, goth music, goth writing, goth art, goth sex -- it's all just alien to me. I love The Crow as much as the next person, but I'm not going to adorn myself in shredded leather and bad tattoos.
Is this what the cool people do? Really? Because if so, then I'm feeling quite left out and abandoned.
That's not a feeling I'm used to, my preciouses. And it's not a feeling I altogether like. Or deserve! So stop trying to make me feel like I'm inferior just because you sew colored whatever in your hair that makes you look like Rainbow Bright taking a detour through Gotham City!
I mean, what the flying fuck is this? Unless you're a cast member in Madam Butterfly, this is just inexcusable. I want to slap Noxzema on his face and scrub until he looks like the bed-wetting virgin he knows he is. Or is that a girl? I see the beard, but...
Is this look supposed to be sexy? Does it make for better sexual healing when you're in bed with a person who may not be entirely sane OR hygenic? Or at the very least, in need of a book on make-up tips? I've read about cutters. (I'm looking at you, Angelina Jolie.)
sexion8: Let me ask your opinion.
sexion8: What do you think about goths?
skyblade: I think they're annoying and their entire
existence works at a cross purpose.
skyblade: On the other hand, a nice looking girl in goth
makeup...
sexion8: Really? You don't think she looks like she belongs on a unicycle with a dancing bear at a show that has "Ringling" somewhere in the title?
skyblade: I dunno, it's vamp appeal.
skyblade: Like, a Bride of Dracula kind of sex appeal.
skyblade: I can't imagine talking to one though.
sexion8: Why's that?
skyblade: Because 1) i'm not a music guy
skyblade: So we'd have, zilch to talk about
skyblade: and 2) Whining
sexion8: 3) You were born after the Renaissance.
skyblade: But I'll create a renaissance of my own.
I know a couple of people who are into the goth thing. I mean, REALLY into it. Like, they drink Black Depression of the Soul Miasma potion for breakfast and have toilet paper with bible scripture printed on it. (Which even I won't do, because...why? I don't care enough about people's religions to develop that raging of a hate-on for it.)
Anyway, I get along with my dour friends well enough. A couple of them seem to have a lot in common with me...but now I wonder what they may think about my normalcy? Or do they view it as hmm, normalcy with a slight distaste and an arrogant sip of Absinthe? And do I really have anything in common with them? Maybe they just want to get into my pants.
I've never thought to question it before. And I don't know why I'm doing so now. What a weird state-of-mind I'm in. Is this what sobriety feels like?
Goth clothing, goth music, goth writing, goth art, goth sex -- it's all just alien to me. I love The Crow as much as the next person, but I'm not going to adorn myself in shredded leather and bad tattoos.
Is this what the cool people do? Really? Because if so, then I'm feeling quite left out and abandoned.
That's not a feeling I'm used to, my preciouses. And it's not a feeling I altogether like. Or deserve! So stop trying to make me feel like I'm inferior just because you sew colored whatever in your hair that makes you look like Rainbow Bright taking a detour through Gotham City!
I mean, what the flying fuck is this? Unless you're a cast member in Madam Butterfly, this is just inexcusable. I want to slap Noxzema on his face and scrub until he looks like the bed-wetting virgin he knows he is. Or is that a girl? I see the beard, but...
Is this look supposed to be sexy? Does it make for better sexual healing when you're in bed with a person who may not be entirely sane OR hygenic? Or at the very least, in need of a book on make-up tips? I've read about cutters. (I'm looking at you, Angelina Jolie.)
sexion8: Let me ask your opinion.
sexion8: What do you think about goths?
skyblade: I think they're annoying and their entire
existence works at a cross purpose.
skyblade: On the other hand, a nice looking girl in goth
makeup...
sexion8: Really? You don't think she looks like she belongs on a unicycle with a dancing bear at a show that has "Ringling" somewhere in the title?
skyblade: I dunno, it's vamp appeal.
skyblade: Like, a Bride of Dracula kind of sex appeal.
skyblade: I can't imagine talking to one though.
sexion8: Why's that?
skyblade: Because 1) i'm not a music guy
skyblade: So we'd have, zilch to talk about
skyblade: and 2) Whining
sexion8: 3) You were born after the Renaissance.
skyblade: But I'll create a renaissance of my own.
I know a couple of people who are into the goth thing. I mean, REALLY into it. Like, they drink Black Depression of the Soul Miasma potion for breakfast and have toilet paper with bible scripture printed on it. (Which even I won't do, because...why? I don't care enough about people's religions to develop that raging of a hate-on for it.)
Anyway, I get along with my dour friends well enough. A couple of them seem to have a lot in common with me...but now I wonder what they may think about my normalcy? Or do they view it as hmm, normalcy with a slight distaste and an arrogant sip of Absinthe? And do I really have anything in common with them? Maybe they just want to get into my pants.
I've never thought to question it before. And I don't know why I'm doing so now. What a weird state-of-mind I'm in. Is this what sobriety feels like?