I am sure I can't be the only goth girl who gets lewd, disgusting comments from guys greasy enough to make you vomit. I don't know if I mentioned it, but some large year nine or ten boy (remembering i am knee high to a hobbit) with a lopsided, greasy rat's tail blocked me off at school, stepped in front of me while his friends blocked me off at the side, put on his rape eyes and said, "hey, good-looking". I wanted to spew and murder all at once.
I have said that, yes, Goth is sexy. But the kind of comments and attitude that come from people is enough to make your skin crawl. I have been propositioned for sex, offered money for the same, and have had people attempt to start a game of grabassy with me. I turned sixteen last year.
Why does this happen? Why must we either be ridiculed, or viewed as street prostitutes? Are we forever doomed to be adored only by one another, Japanese tourists and old ladies? What is it about goth subculture that makes us so very prone to these kinds of disgusting comments?
|An ankle?! The vapid whore!|
And how are we meant to deal with them? I don't know. My way of dealing with those comments are generally "vomit into the mouth, be defended by amazing elderly person" (honestly, those geriatrics seem to come out of nowhere).
I can only think of one thing to blame, and honestly, it was the only thing I never wanted to blame: TV. When Goths aren't murdering the shit out of everyone, they're having nymphomanic sex with random strangers.
I never wanted to blame TV for anything. And yet here we are. So, TV, why are we portrayed as nymphomaniac, psychopathic Satanists when there are really not too many Goths with any of those problems (not that Satanism is a problem. Or exists in the way TV thinks it does)
|You never happened.|
It's because humans seem to have two basic impulses: fear, or fuck. It's true. If you're not scared of it, you're likely to want to stick your dick in it. And some people's reactions for both are one and the same. It is also possible that, because of the way the battically-inclined are portrayed, we end up the version of "bad boys" for the bad boys and chavs. We're different. We're untouched by their social circle.
|Say what you want to us. Just don't do this.|
We're this mysterious new thing, like the boy at highschool who rides a motorbike and is just too cool, and all the girls swoon over him. A Goth girl is new territory and, here's the fact, guy-with-rat's-tail-with-cigarettes, we don't give a fuck about you. Our total indifference towards you is not some hidden attraction.We're not ice queens who you must tame with gentle lovemaking. Your oh-so-classy catcalls towards us are not super-sexy. We really just don't fucking care.
I am here to have fun with my friends. I am not looking for random scrapes with a pot abuser. Fuck off and let me have a cup of coffee and a read in peace.
If one more guy comes up to me with such disgusting prepositions, he is getting my lovely, lace fan straight to the back of his fucking head.
Have any of you had similar experiences, where you really, really just wanted to throw up and die all at once? Please share. A good ragefest is good for you.