Now let me preface this by saying that one cannot be both Emo and Goth at the same time, and no one is an exception (sorry to crush all of your lovely hopes and dreams, Posers). However, what if there was yet another "type" of Goth that allowed you to be the next best thing? C'mon, do you really think it's that hard?
I've heard time and time again that there is no such thing as an "Emo Goth," and I want to make it clear that while I don't know the right answer, I am open-minded about the subject.
"Although the term 'Emo' has been around for over a decade or so to describe a paricular genre of Punk, it has recently become a buzzword of the 21st century to describe the features of the contemporary youth fashion movement. Visually a hodgepodge of many different styles including Punk, Retro, a touch of urban Japanese and Goth, it was inevitable that Emo would start demonsrating crossovers with Goth at some point."
(You can see the rest of this, uh, article here.)
I have a distinct feeling that, if this is true, then many people are probably going to get angry with those who describe themselves to be an Emo Goth while not being an emo and a goth at the same time. I think that it's perfectly possible for a person to be in love with the rock genre of Emo as well as Goth. Or maybe I'm wrong. I dunno. But I'm going to do some work on this, and I invite anyone reading this to do the same.
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
"New" Baby Bat Definition!
After taking my usual morning showers, I signed in to Blogger to see if anyone I follow had updated their blogs. Lucky for me, my Goth Guide addiction had been fed, and I learned something new:
Ever since . . . March, I believe . . . I have been thinking that once I have become more knowledgeable in our lovely subculture and have also discovered a wide variety of Goth music, then I would no longer be a Baby Bat.
The Ultimate Goth Guide's creator has recently discovered, however, that a Baby Bat is defined by their age rather than anything else (if you want to know where she found that, then here is the reliable source). Usually, Goths define a Baby Bat as a person who is over the age of eighteen years old (and the creator of Gothic Charm School says it's twenty-one, personally, for her). I go for the eighteen mark -- not because if it's then they I have a shorter time to wait or anything, but because . . . well . . . that's the age people in around here become legally adults, I suppose, and I'm applying it to Gothdome.
Am I angered or upset by this revelation? No, not at all. I suppose that the reason I am not is because this gives me many years to sit back in front of the fire place, relax, and try to gain as much experience within the subculture as I possibly can before I am eighteen.
Until then, here's to being a Baby Bat!
Ever since . . . March, I believe . . . I have been thinking that once I have become more knowledgeable in our lovely subculture and have also discovered a wide variety of Goth music, then I would no longer be a Baby Bat.
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| BEHOLD, THE ULTIMATE BABY BAT!!! Source: Google images |
The Ultimate Goth Guide's creator has recently discovered, however, that a Baby Bat is defined by their age rather than anything else (if you want to know where she found that, then here is the reliable source). Usually, Goths define a Baby Bat as a person who is over the age of eighteen years old (and the creator of Gothic Charm School says it's twenty-one, personally, for her). I go for the eighteen mark -- not because if it's then they I have a shorter time to wait or anything, but because . . . well . . . that's the age people in around here become legally adults, I suppose, and I'm applying it to Gothdome.
Am I angered or upset by this revelation? No, not at all. I suppose that the reason I am not is because this gives me many years to sit back in front of the fire place, relax, and try to gain as much experience within the subculture as I possibly can before I am eighteen.
Until then, here's to being a Baby Bat!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
ENTER: Scarlet
Awhile back ago, Neji started dating a girl who is a grade below me in school. After awhile they broke up, and then he started dating her friend, Scarlet.
I had seen Scarlet several times at school. It was hard to miss her, really, because she wore large amounts of black every day. Very rarely did she wear anything that was purple or green or anything else (in fact, those are the only colors I recall her wearing that weren't black), and she also had a Rolling Stones coat (heh). So yes, I definitely could pick this girl out in the crowd. But when they -- she and Neji -- started dating, we started talking and hanging out, usually in fourth period, which was P.E.
I found out a few things about her during our fourth period class. She did drugs, she was raped, she was emo, she cut herself, she acted tough, and underneath all that was a girl who I had an urge to protect, like I do all of my "real friends".
When she first told me that she was a cutter, I did not fully understand what that meant, so I responded with, "Cool." There was no reason to tell anyone (and, if I had been in the same spot once again with the knowledge I have now, I probably still wouldn't tell anyone, although I would try to help her as best I could), as far as I was concerned. I only could comprehend that it meant depression. And while I had been through that before, that didn't mean I didn't understand . . . oh never mind . . . I think you get it by now.
It was actually around this time when Neji and I had first started calling each other -- and also when I first started having the "random Goth" thoughts in my head and thinking that I may be that (which has obviously turned out to be quite true). I asked her, once, what the difference between Emo and Goth was, and she responded, "Emos cut themselves and Goths don't." I honestly thought that that wasn't much of a wonderful explanation, but I trusted her judgement all the same.
I now know that it's misguided, which is sad for her, but ah well; it is what it is, you know?
Scarlet herself has a lot of problems, especially recently, but I in no way am a fan of documenting them all here. Although I'm pretty sure she wouldn't care if I did, I don't have her full permission. Usually I don't care what I have and what I don't have in these things, but I have moved up from M-D (and yes, I still write there) to Blogger, which is such a big difference in typing down things for all to see. Therefore, I will not post too many of her woes and things in here, and I would put a picture of her here, but I have a bad feeling about doing that . . . so I'll just put something on here of which she has in one of her Facebook albums.
I had seen Scarlet several times at school. It was hard to miss her, really, because she wore large amounts of black every day. Very rarely did she wear anything that was purple or green or anything else (in fact, those are the only colors I recall her wearing that weren't black), and she also had a Rolling Stones coat (heh). So yes, I definitely could pick this girl out in the crowd. But when they -- she and Neji -- started dating, we started talking and hanging out, usually in fourth period, which was P.E.
I found out a few things about her during our fourth period class. She did drugs, she was raped, she was emo, she cut herself, she acted tough, and underneath all that was a girl who I had an urge to protect, like I do all of my "real friends".
When she first told me that she was a cutter, I did not fully understand what that meant, so I responded with, "Cool." There was no reason to tell anyone (and, if I had been in the same spot once again with the knowledge I have now, I probably still wouldn't tell anyone, although I would try to help her as best I could), as far as I was concerned. I only could comprehend that it meant depression. And while I had been through that before, that didn't mean I didn't understand . . . oh never mind . . . I think you get it by now.
It was actually around this time when Neji and I had first started calling each other -- and also when I first started having the "random Goth" thoughts in my head and thinking that I may be that (which has obviously turned out to be quite true). I asked her, once, what the difference between Emo and Goth was, and she responded, "Emos cut themselves and Goths don't." I honestly thought that that wasn't much of a wonderful explanation, but I trusted her judgement all the same.
I now know that it's misguided, which is sad for her, but ah well; it is what it is, you know?
Scarlet herself has a lot of problems, especially recently, but I in no way am a fan of documenting them all here. Although I'm pretty sure she wouldn't care if I did, I don't have her full permission. Usually I don't care what I have and what I don't have in these things, but I have moved up from M-D (and yes, I still write there) to Blogger, which is such a big difference in typing down things for all to see. Therefore, I will not post too many of her woes and things in here, and I would put a picture of her here, but I have a bad feeling about doing that . . . so I'll just put something on here of which she has in one of her Facebook albums.
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| From Scarlet's Facebook album. Source: Google images, most likely |
Friday, October 21, 2011
ENTER: Perseus
I met Perseus a few months ago when I first started going to the school I'm going to now. I knew that he lived in the same trailer park as myself -- just up the hill -- but I had never bothered in talking to him. Such a thing seemed to be, at least for me, unimportant and unnecessary. So for him, his brother, and two nephews, I never payed too much mind to.
However, there was an older boy in the back of the bus who often got on my nerves. He would cuss everyone out, including the bus driver, and it was quite annoying. Really, it was. Even if pretty much none of it was aimed directly at me, that doesn't mean that I can't get fed up of someone's ignorant crap. How childish . . . but hey, I don't know what he goes through. It wouldn't surprise me that much if one -- or both -- of his parents were alcoholics. Nope, not at all. Trouble-making is a common personality trait for children who grow up with alcoholics and/or alcohol abusers. But I'll get into those details later on.
I had expressed my annoyance with another neighbor, Ashley L. and her friend, Amber, one day in fifth period. They told me his name and all that stuff, and on the afternoon, a random girl by the name of Courtney sat by me for a total of .30 seconds and said, "So, I hear you don't like Daniel?"
[Laughs] "Yeah."
"Girl, let me tell you, you've got good tastes."
After she left, Perseus, who had been sitting behind me, asked my name and that kinda thing, and we started talking, and blah blah blah. I found out that he and I had many similarities, including the love of fantasy stories, awesome (aka lots of dark clothing) old music tastes (like Guns N' Roses and stuff), and so on. I had a feeling that he had gone through a gothy phase before, and if he hadn't, then I could introduce him into the subculture to see if he likes it.
After the third or fourth day of talking, he told me that he had been a goth once. Yet, he didn't know anything about the types or the music or anything like that, so I had to re-introduce him. I drug him over to my house and showed him the UGG blog, and so he told me that he wanted to be Goth -- with a big "G". Like I knew he would.
So now we're both Baby Bats and don't know what to do with ourselves. Well, actually we do. Listen to music and make a large collection of awesome fashion. He wants to be a Deathrocker when he moves out of his grandmother's place. Mmm. Though I don't have a problem with Deathrockers themselves, I am no fan of the fashion. Deathhawks and stuff like that just instantly remind me of someone trying to be a bad ass. I need to get out of that thought . . . .
There is no real picture I can show you of Perseus, except for this Photoshopped one:
However, there was an older boy in the back of the bus who often got on my nerves. He would cuss everyone out, including the bus driver, and it was quite annoying. Really, it was. Even if pretty much none of it was aimed directly at me, that doesn't mean that I can't get fed up of someone's ignorant crap. How childish . . . but hey, I don't know what he goes through. It wouldn't surprise me that much if one -- or both -- of his parents were alcoholics. Nope, not at all. Trouble-making is a common personality trait for children who grow up with alcoholics and/or alcohol abusers. But I'll get into those details later on.
I had expressed my annoyance with another neighbor, Ashley L. and her friend, Amber, one day in fifth period. They told me his name and all that stuff, and on the afternoon, a random girl by the name of Courtney sat by me for a total of .30 seconds and said, "So, I hear you don't like Daniel?"
[Laughs] "Yeah."
"Girl, let me tell you, you've got good tastes."
After she left, Perseus, who had been sitting behind me, asked my name and that kinda thing, and we started talking, and blah blah blah. I found out that he and I had many similarities, including the love of fantasy stories, awesome (aka lots of dark clothing) old music tastes (like Guns N' Roses and stuff), and so on. I had a feeling that he had gone through a gothy phase before, and if he hadn't, then I could introduce him into the subculture to see if he likes it.
After the third or fourth day of talking, he told me that he had been a goth once. Yet, he didn't know anything about the types or the music or anything like that, so I had to re-introduce him. I drug him over to my house and showed him the UGG blog, and so he told me that he wanted to be Goth -- with a big "G". Like I knew he would.
So now we're both Baby Bats and don't know what to do with ourselves. Well, actually we do. Listen to music and make a large collection of awesome fashion. He wants to be a Deathrocker when he moves out of his grandmother's place. Mmm. Though I don't have a problem with Deathrockers themselves, I am no fan of the fashion. Deathhawks and stuff like that just instantly remind me of someone trying to be a bad ass. I need to get out of that thought . . . .
There is no real picture I can show you of Perseus, except for this Photoshopped one:
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| Perseus Source: His phone |
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
ENTER: Neji Hyuga (Urien Thorne)
In October of 2008, I met a boy by the name of Neji Hyuga. Of course, that isn't his real name. Neji is a fictional character in the manga and anime series, Naruto created by Kishimoto Masashi (Note: surnames come before given in Japan, so his first name is Masashi). Neji and I had quite a few things in common, including our religion, political views, sense of humor, and favorites.
During this time, I was in the fifth grade. I often argued with my favorite teacher, a Conservative Republican, about politics. Of course I always lost . . . . He -- has -- had much more experience than I in the world of the "P word". Plus, I am much younger than he is. My father gave me ammunition in the afternoons, but it was usually too late then. But that's not important. What is important is that President Obama became President Obama, which made Neji and I skip around on the roads screaming things like, "WE WON, WE WON!", which was much different from what the neighbors were doing, I'm sure.
We live in a Red State.
2008 gave way to 2009, and our friendship improved drastically. I started hanging around him much more, to the point where we were able to start spending the night with each other (and, before you ask, no, nothing went "on" between us during those times -- though, naturally, there were plenty of rumors that there were). We rode three wheelers and wrecked several times; we sung Queen songs and hung out with his on-again off-again girlfriend; we walked the highway at night with the full moon ahead just to prove that we totally OWNED that town.
In the late months of 2009, he, his girlfriend and I started attending a non-denominated church, Hang Out 4 Jesus, which we all got saved at. The congregation, as well as the building, was quite a mystery; no pues or chandeliers here! No, just regular seats. Sit on the carpet if you want! There's no harm in it. And the people? Well, they themselves weren't strange; it was the amount of people! Such a small number for such a small building.
Unfortunately, we had a bit of a rough patch on January 15th, 2010, and stopped being friends for a total of fifteen months -- until earlier this year! I honestly thought that we would never be able to see each other again, which sent me spiraling down a swirly depression time for just over a year. Luckily, though, I had friends to help me -- although they definitely didn't know they were doing it.
In December of 2010, however, Neji contacted me via Facebook asking for my forgiveness. Like me, he had blamed himself for our "dead" friendship. We still were not able to talk (my family's phone wasn't even working at this time), but at least we could communicate a little bit through "the social site", which was something.
I believe it was in February when I told Dalton that I had become Goth. Thankfully, this was after the three or so days I believe I spent as an uneducated Mall Goth, so I could at least try to explain to him what it was. Like a large portion of the world, he believed that Goths existed to worship the Devil, hated pink, and all the other common stereotypes that we face. At the weekend when I came over, he told me that he was thinking about joining the subculture as well, because if his coat was pink, he would burn it (he and I have many many similarities, so it was kind of natural for him to think that that's what it was about). Kind of silly, I know, but I tried to explain it to him.
I also knew that he was an annoying Mall Goth, and there was absolutely nothing I could possibly do to help him. I gave him sheets and sheets of things from The Ultimate Goth Guide that I thought would help, and I told him some Goth and Deathrock bands, but he couldn't listen to him. Eventually he told me that I was acting strange because I "was trying to act goth." That made me strongly reconsider our friendship (we're been on a rocky road recently), but I forgave him.
Yesterday, I spent the night with Neji. It was pretty fun. He now has a Goth name, by the way: Urien Thorne.
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| Right: Young Neji Hyuga; left: old Neji Hyuga. Source: Google images |
We live in a Red State.
2008 gave way to 2009, and our friendship improved drastically. I started hanging around him much more, to the point where we were able to start spending the night with each other (and, before you ask, no, nothing went "on" between us during those times -- though, naturally, there were plenty of rumors that there were). We rode three wheelers and wrecked several times; we sung Queen songs and hung out with his on-again off-again girlfriend; we walked the highway at night with the full moon ahead just to prove that we totally OWNED that town.
In the late months of 2009, he, his girlfriend and I started attending a non-denominated church, Hang Out 4 Jesus, which we all got saved at. The congregation, as well as the building, was quite a mystery; no pues or chandeliers here! No, just regular seats. Sit on the carpet if you want! There's no harm in it. And the people? Well, they themselves weren't strange; it was the amount of people! Such a small number for such a small building.
Unfortunately, we had a bit of a rough patch on January 15th, 2010, and stopped being friends for a total of fifteen months -- until earlier this year! I honestly thought that we would never be able to see each other again, which sent me spiraling down a swirly depression time for just over a year. Luckily, though, I had friends to help me -- although they definitely didn't know they were doing it.
In December of 2010, however, Neji contacted me via Facebook asking for my forgiveness. Like me, he had blamed himself for our "dead" friendship. We still were not able to talk (my family's phone wasn't even working at this time), but at least we could communicate a little bit through "the social site", which was something.
I believe it was in February when I told Dalton that I had become Goth. Thankfully, this was after the three or so days I believe I spent as an uneducated Mall Goth, so I could at least try to explain to him what it was. Like a large portion of the world, he believed that Goths existed to worship the Devil, hated pink, and all the other common stereotypes that we face. At the weekend when I came over, he told me that he was thinking about joining the subculture as well, because if his coat was pink, he would burn it (he and I have many many similarities, so it was kind of natural for him to think that that's what it was about). Kind of silly, I know, but I tried to explain it to him.
I also knew that he was an annoying Mall Goth, and there was absolutely nothing I could possibly do to help him. I gave him sheets and sheets of things from The Ultimate Goth Guide that I thought would help, and I told him some Goth and Deathrock bands, but he couldn't listen to him. Eventually he told me that I was acting strange because I "was trying to act goth." That made me strongly reconsider our friendship (we're been on a rocky road recently), but I forgave him.
Yesterday, I spent the night with Neji. It was pretty fun. He now has a Goth name, by the way: Urien Thorne.
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| My Neji! Source: His phone |
Monday, October 17, 2011
ENTER: Anastasia
Listening to: "Another Brick in the Wall, Part Three" by Pink Floyd
Hello there, everyone. How are we today?
I myself am doing pretty good. Neutral, I suppose you could say. This is my first post (yet again), and I hope that I actually stick with this blog. Y'know, for once. Basically, this is just a really quick introduction to yours truly and nothing more. After this, I might do a few more posts to introduce y'all to some other people who may (or may not) appear in this blog. I'm sure that they will . . . heh. Perseus especially, since I'm attempting to lead him into the Goth subculture. It's nearly a case of "the blind guide the blind", though, because I'm a Baby Bat (yes, I capitalize my Goth types -- what? I want to!) myself. But at least I have the world's greatest blog to guide me through things, so just about every time he comes over I shove it in his face . . . .
BUT, before I go on a long-winded explanation of my buddies, I might want to write what this post was intentionally made for: an introduction to the blogger.
Vocab lesson anyone?
Goth - (1) a music-based subculture; (2) a person who follows a type of music.
Baby Bat - a person who is new to the Goth scene.
Goth types - there are many different "types" of Goths. Like the Ice Goth, for example. An Ice Goth is simply a Goth who wears large portions of white as an alternative to black. And you've also got the Perky Goth, which, to an extent, could be considered more of a mood rather than a type -- thought I don't agree.
Casual Goth - a Goth who dresses very, very casual. You could even say that my style hasn't changed that much since I switched from the "unnoticeable quiet girl" to the "unnoticeable quiet girl who now wears quite a bit of black" a few months ago.
goth - though many people don't capitalize the word "Goth", I do it in a different way. If I say, "They're goth," then I'm actually saying "They're a Mall Goth."
Mall Goth - a person who is sadly misinformed about our subculture and believe that they have to sacrifice virgins on the full moon to be a REAL Goth. Okay okay, that's just a bit exaggerated, but you get the point. I think? Wait, let me reword that: they fall victim to the godforsaken stereotypes! Yeah, I think that's better.
Emo - this is a completely different subculture from Goth, and I must say that I don't know nearly as much about it as I do my own. However, I will say this, for the fashion: most of the time, you can identify an Emo if they wear skinny jeans, Converse, lots of bracelets and/or long sleeves, and have bangs that cover one eye.
emo - scroll back up there to the goth definition and sort of apply it to this one. When I say someone is emo rather than Emo, I'm saying that they probably think that Goth and Emo are the exact same thing, think that they have to cut themselves to be Emo . . . yeah that sorta thing.
Christian - a person of the Christian religion who actually lives by the laws of our God (ya know, that stuff about PEACE and LOVE for ALL).
christian - a person who, while may be Christian, need to learn some things. I'm not saying that I know everything in the world -- far from it! -- but I at least know that just because someone is different is no need to target them relentlessly.
Okay, so there's going to be a test later on (I'm just kidding . . . OR AM I?!).
Now, a few things about me.
I am a Christian. I believe in God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. I believe that it's a relationship, not just a religion. I believe that Christ died on the cross and rose from the dead to save us all. And I believe that He loves each and everyone of us.
I am a Christian, and I don't hate homosexuals/bisexuals/transsexuals/etc.
I am a non-homophobic Christian who is highly interested in things that are before my time . . . like the best band that has ever walked the face of the Earth, Pink Floyd, (yes, I said it; my favorite band isn't a Goth band. So bite me) perhaps? Yes, exactly! I can particularly connect with the album The Wall . . . .
I am a non-homophobic Christian Floydian who is a Baby Bat still exploring the scene. It was only earlier this year when one of my old classmates started asking me if I was Goth. And -- hush, Anastasia! Your testimony comes later.
I am a non-homophobic Christian Floydian Goth who is probably long-since insane. But that's just me.
You know the name up there: Anastasia? That's not my real name. I strongly dislike my real name for personal reasons that I doubt I am going to cover in this blog. So I'm trying to get Perseus to start calling me Anastasia. Why? I like the meaning of it. What's the meaning? Read the title above: "she who will rise again". It's inspirational.
I am now in like the eleventh week of high school. Big whoop. What's the big deal? There's not much of a difference between it and middle school from what I can see. But then again, I transferred schools; that may have a lot to do with it. You never know.
Wanna hear some anti-stereotypes?
Question number one: Are you in a cult of any kind? What's your religion?
Well, I've already answered this, but I'll say it again: I am a Christian. At heart, non-denominated, but technically Baptist. Not something I'm very proud -- and that's not to say that I don't like Baptists! It's just that I don't want to conform (heh ^_^') to any denomination. No, not necessarily just because I'm a Goth (well, it is because of that but . . . wait . . . sigh. We Goths aren't a big fan of conformity, okay? There.), but also because in the Bible it says, "There are many ministries but only one God."
Question number two: Do you have a hit list?
A little boy once asked me something like this on a bus ride home after asking me if I was Gothic. For a split second there I thought about saying, "Yeah, and you're on it!", but decided not to. Instead I just told them that I didn't.
I have never thought about killing anyone, let's make that clear. I do enjoy books (Harry Potter, anyone?) and a few movies with murder scenes in them, but never ever have I thought about actually killing someone.
Generally, Goths are peaceful. Very sarcastic and snarky, but mostly okay. Most aren't bullies at your local school. Most aren't murderers. Most aren't the ultimate antagonists of the entire novel you're reading. And most will never kill anyone.
Question number three: Do you have a diary, and if so, do you write a bunch of angsty crap in it?
Umm . . . wellll . . . yes. And yes. I do have a journal, and I do write a bunch of angsty crap in it. But, as a HUMAN BEING, I have a right too. I wrote the same stuff even before I became interested in the Goth subculture. It's not about me not being able to get any dudes to notice me. It's not about me slicing my wrist in half (and no, I an not a cutter). It's about my own personal problems. Everyone has them, you know.
Question number four: Do you write poetry?
Not a lot, no. I don't consider myself to be that much of a poet. I'm more of a story-teller, preferably fantasy, but some fiction.
Question number five: Are you in love with Marilyn Manson?
No. The man is not Goth. He does shock rock. And furthermore . . . the only song I can think of that I've heard by him is "This Is Halloween". Which I honestly don't like. It's a little too repetitive for me.
Question number six: Are you fixated on death?
Nope. I do not wear black because I love the idea of killing and/or suicide. I do not wear black because I am depressed. I do not wear black because I hate the world. I wear black because I love black. I love this fashion.
Question number seven: You're an attention-seeker, aren't you?
No. A lot of people don't even realize that I'm Goth, and when they either ask or I say it, they can't believe it. It's because I'm a Casual Goth, I think.
Question number eight: Are you in love with anyone? If not, have you ever been, or do you think you ever will?
What I am going to say may present some problems, but I assure you that my answer is completely different from other people. Like these two people who you may recognize:
So your answer . . . well . . . Goths can and do fall in love. But I myself am not in love, nor have I have ever been. I'm fourteen. Most people don't fall in love at this age, you know?
Question number nine: What's your sexuality?
My sexuality is heterosexual. However, that does not mean that I hate any others!
Question number ten: *Snickers* Are you a vampire?
No. And, to a small extent, that cliche really does get on my nerves. I'm not that into vampires as much as some of my peers are. Though they definitely are cool.
One (unfortunate) thing about me is that I have no way to buy clothes from any Goth store. As far as I know, there aren't any joints or clubs in my area, nor are there any shops. Buying things from the 'Net is out of the option, to, because my parents simply don't want me to do things like that. Money's tight, see. But one of these days . . . .
But, regardless of any lack of favorable clothing stores, I do wear clothes. From Goodys. Or Goodies. Or whatever that shop is. And Walmart. And where ever else I can buy things.
I've been in Hot Topic, but I've never bought anything from it. If I see a BVB shirt there, though, I'll probably buy it. Black Veil Brides isn't Goth, but I love that band!
Down below's a crappy picture of me. I don't actually have a camera, but I'll pull some strings in order to get one. In other words, rob my parents.
Listening to: "The Trial" by Pink Floyd
Hello there, everyone. How are we today?
I myself am doing pretty good. Neutral, I suppose you could say. This is my first post (yet again), and I hope that I actually stick with this blog. Y'know, for once. Basically, this is just a really quick introduction to yours truly and nothing more. After this, I might do a few more posts to introduce y'all to some other people who may (or may not) appear in this blog. I'm sure that they will . . . heh. Perseus especially, since I'm attempting to lead him into the Goth subculture. It's nearly a case of "the blind guide the blind", though, because I'm a Baby Bat (yes, I capitalize my Goth types -- what? I want to!) myself. But at least I have the world's greatest blog to guide me through things, so just about every time he comes over I shove it in his face . . . .
BUT, before I go on a long-winded explanation of my buddies, I might want to write what this post was intentionally made for: an introduction to the blogger.
Vocab lesson anyone?
Goth - (1) a music-based subculture; (2) a person who follows a type of music.
Baby Bat - a person who is new to the Goth scene.
Goth types - there are many different "types" of Goths. Like the Ice Goth, for example. An Ice Goth is simply a Goth who wears large portions of white as an alternative to black. And you've also got the Perky Goth, which, to an extent, could be considered more of a mood rather than a type -- thought I don't agree.
Casual Goth - a Goth who dresses very, very casual. You could even say that my style hasn't changed that much since I switched from the "unnoticeable quiet girl" to the "unnoticeable quiet girl who now wears quite a bit of black" a few months ago.
goth - though many people don't capitalize the word "Goth", I do it in a different way. If I say, "They're goth," then I'm actually saying "They're a Mall Goth."
Mall Goth - a person who is sadly misinformed about our subculture and believe that they have to sacrifice virgins on the full moon to be a REAL Goth. Okay okay, that's just a bit exaggerated, but you get the point. I think? Wait, let me reword that: they fall victim to the godforsaken stereotypes! Yeah, I think that's better.
Emo - this is a completely different subculture from Goth, and I must say that I don't know nearly as much about it as I do my own. However, I will say this, for the fashion: most of the time, you can identify an Emo if they wear skinny jeans, Converse, lots of bracelets and/or long sleeves, and have bangs that cover one eye.
emo - scroll back up there to the goth definition and sort of apply it to this one. When I say someone is emo rather than Emo, I'm saying that they probably think that Goth and Emo are the exact same thing, think that they have to cut themselves to be Emo . . . yeah that sorta thing.
Christian - a person of the Christian religion who actually lives by the laws of our God (ya know, that stuff about PEACE and LOVE for ALL).
christian - a person who, while may be Christian, need to learn some things. I'm not saying that I know everything in the world -- far from it! -- but I at least know that just because someone is different is no need to target them relentlessly.
Okay, so there's going to be a test later on (I'm just kidding . . . OR AM I?!).
Now, a few things about me.
I am a Christian. I believe in God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. I believe that it's a relationship, not just a religion. I believe that Christ died on the cross and rose from the dead to save us all. And I believe that He loves each and everyone of us.
I am a Christian, and I don't hate homosexuals/bisexuals/transsexuals/etc.
I am a non-homophobic Christian who is highly interested in things that are before my time . . . like the best band that has ever walked the face of the Earth, Pink Floyd, (yes, I said it; my favorite band isn't a Goth band. So bite me) perhaps? Yes, exactly! I can particularly connect with the album The Wall . . . .
I am a non-homophobic Christian Floydian who is a Baby Bat still exploring the scene. It was only earlier this year when one of my old classmates started asking me if I was Goth. And -- hush, Anastasia! Your testimony comes later.
I am a non-homophobic Christian Floydian Goth who is probably long-since insane. But that's just me.
You know the name up there: Anastasia? That's not my real name. I strongly dislike my real name for personal reasons that I doubt I am going to cover in this blog. So I'm trying to get Perseus to start calling me Anastasia. Why? I like the meaning of it. What's the meaning? Read the title above: "she who will rise again". It's inspirational.
I am now in like the eleventh week of high school. Big whoop. What's the big deal? There's not much of a difference between it and middle school from what I can see. But then again, I transferred schools; that may have a lot to do with it. You never know.
Wanna hear some anti-stereotypes?
Question number one: Are you in a cult of any kind? What's your religion?
Well, I've already answered this, but I'll say it again: I am a Christian. At heart, non-denominated, but technically Baptist. Not something I'm very proud -- and that's not to say that I don't like Baptists! It's just that I don't want to conform (heh ^_^') to any denomination. No, not necessarily just because I'm a Goth (well, it is because of that but . . . wait . . . sigh. We Goths aren't a big fan of conformity, okay? There.), but also because in the Bible it says, "There are many ministries but only one God."
Question number two: Do you have a hit list?
A little boy once asked me something like this on a bus ride home after asking me if I was Gothic. For a split second there I thought about saying, "Yeah, and you're on it!", but decided not to. Instead I just told them that I didn't.
I have never thought about killing anyone, let's make that clear. I do enjoy books (Harry Potter, anyone?) and a few movies with murder scenes in them, but never ever have I thought about actually killing someone.
Generally, Goths are peaceful. Very sarcastic and snarky, but mostly okay. Most aren't bullies at your local school. Most aren't murderers. Most aren't the ultimate antagonists of the entire novel you're reading. And most will never kill anyone.
Question number three: Do you have a diary, and if so, do you write a bunch of angsty crap in it?
Umm . . . wellll . . . yes. And yes. I do have a journal, and I do write a bunch of angsty crap in it. But, as a HUMAN BEING, I have a right too. I wrote the same stuff even before I became interested in the Goth subculture. It's not about me not being able to get any dudes to notice me. It's not about me slicing my wrist in half (and no, I an not a cutter). It's about my own personal problems. Everyone has them, you know.
Question number four: Do you write poetry?
Not a lot, no. I don't consider myself to be that much of a poet. I'm more of a story-teller, preferably fantasy, but some fiction.
Question number five: Are you in love with Marilyn Manson?
No. The man is not Goth. He does shock rock. And furthermore . . . the only song I can think of that I've heard by him is "This Is Halloween". Which I honestly don't like. It's a little too repetitive for me.
Question number six: Are you fixated on death?
Nope. I do not wear black because I love the idea of killing and/or suicide. I do not wear black because I am depressed. I do not wear black because I hate the world. I wear black because I love black. I love this fashion.
Question number seven: You're an attention-seeker, aren't you?
No. A lot of people don't even realize that I'm Goth, and when they either ask or I say it, they can't believe it. It's because I'm a Casual Goth, I think.
Question number eight: Are you in love with anyone? If not, have you ever been, or do you think you ever will?
What I am going to say may present some problems, but I assure you that my answer is completely different from other people. Like these two people who you may recognize:
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| Ah, famous Perky Goths from that show . . . what's it called . . . The Amazing Race, right? Source: Google Images |
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| These two underwent a bit of pain on their own and became infamous "celebrities". Source: Google Images |
So your answer . . . well . . . Goths can and do fall in love. But I myself am not in love, nor have I have ever been. I'm fourteen. Most people don't fall in love at this age, you know?
Question number nine: What's your sexuality?
My sexuality is heterosexual. However, that does not mean that I hate any others!
Question number ten: *Snickers* Are you a vampire?
No. And, to a small extent, that cliche really does get on my nerves. I'm not that into vampires as much as some of my peers are. Though they definitely are cool.
One (unfortunate) thing about me is that I have no way to buy clothes from any Goth store. As far as I know, there aren't any joints or clubs in my area, nor are there any shops. Buying things from the 'Net is out of the option, to, because my parents simply don't want me to do things like that. Money's tight, see. But one of these days . . . .
But, regardless of any lack of favorable clothing stores, I do wear clothes. From Goodys. Or Goodies. Or whatever that shop is. And Walmart. And where ever else I can buy things.
I've been in Hot Topic, but I've never bought anything from it. If I see a BVB shirt there, though, I'll probably buy it. Black Veil Brides isn't Goth, but I love that band!
Down below's a crappy picture of me. I don't actually have a camera, but I'll pull some strings in order to get one. In other words, rob my parents.
Listening to: "The Trial" by Pink Floyd
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