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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 12:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 11:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:05 am
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It was gradual at first when I started dressing gothic and looking into all things gothic, and I couldn't just snap my fingers and be completely over the top gothic in all things, since I had not the clothing, not the mindset nor the history of it. In middle school I would just shop at places like Hot Topic(way too expensive), but then in high school my creativity came into play and I started making my own things like clothes, accessories, and shopping at places much cheaper. They didn't take it super well, especially my dad, for punishments he tried to get rid of every piece of black clothing I wore...which I wouldn't let him do, since I would had to have bought ALL new clothes and I hate colors. Now, if you saw me walking down the street, would people think freak? Maybe, it sort of depends on how I dress that way. Some days I put on a black jacket, my jeans, chains and boots and I'm ready, some days I go with lots of accessories like bloody bandages, spikes, half gloves, fishnet gloves, etc. Either way, I'm no less gothic however I dress(though I would never wear colors) and I now realize that and can be happy being a goth and dressing however I feel.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 8:08 am
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Chances are I've already posted my sayings on this topic. But, I'm trying breath a little life into this dead guild, so I'll tell you what happened with me.
Honestly, and I'm a little ashamed to say this, my "being Gothic" phase was all for a girl. She interested me and was so mysterious and dangerous I suppose I was seduced by it. Silly, I know. Back then I had no idea what was good for me, I just wanted some sort of identity I could be in. I suppose I did find that identity, and by no means do I regret it. (Maybe a little) My father reacted as any father would. He was confused, embarrassed, and disappointed. I don't blame him in retrospect. I looked ridiculous and acted even more so.
My mother actually tried being supportive. She's a lesbian, so she's very familiar with being judged and mistreated. I thank her for that.
At some point (and maybe there was a point) I wish someone would have smacked some sense into me. Eventually I did that myself, but it would have been nice to have done it earlier. I do admit I'm embarrassed by that phase, but I was 13-14, impressionable, and lacking a lot of common sense.
Not to say you fine folk are what I was, but that's just my two cents.
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