Let's Be Goths In High School

I'm pleather. PVC.

I'm the whining about being unable to go to the local mall and show off our fabulous outfits.

I'm the mixtape of The Cure, The Smiths and The Pixies playing as I drive to the mall.

I'm the suicidal thoughts

I'm Elizabeth Taylor Passion for men, of all things, Salvador Dali pour homme, Encre Noir, Angel, Lolita Lempicka, and Poison for girls.

I’m an amount of eye makeup that even Dusty Springfield would find excessive.

I'm the body odour.

I’m the lip piercing that didn’t quite go right. But the inflammation is starting to subside, and the draining puss is finally starting to crust over, so I’ll be just fine in another few weeks.

I am the combination of unearned self-pity combined with equally unearned privilege.

I am the combination of unearned self-pity combined with equally unearned privilege.

I’m the black lace fingerless gloves. I’m a permanent fixture and reek of stale Black Russian sobranie cocktail cigarettes.

I am the Wet & Wild cosmetics ringing the eyes, 99 cent black lipstick and chipped black nail polish.

I'm the goth 8 years after HS. I'm gay and into piss and blood play and 9 inches, but I'm mostly passive. I have a subsidized studio apartment in Cologne, or Graz or Strasbourg, and have been unemployed for 4 years. I've reconciled with my father though we don't have much to say to each other. I'm getting a spare tire and have a rotten diet. My clothes are threadbare, and surprisingly out of fashion, because who knew gothic style evolves, and my shoe rubber is worn down.

I'm the disapproving mother!

I can't help saying that the natural brown color looks so much nicer.

I’m a third-century teenage goth from the northern Roman Empire and I have no idea what you guys are talking about.

I'm the Doc Martens and many, MANY safety pins.

I'm a Skinny Puppy "Last Rights" T shirt

R5 and what about MOI?

We are the Visigoths training hard for our invasion of Rome.

I'm the 30 pounds of extra weight, the clove cigarettes and the unspoken pining to be a popular girl.

I’m the cone-studded belt with matching cuffs.

I'm the dog collars.

I’m the heavy duster, bovver boots and neck chain worn to the beach.

I'm the knee high buckled platforms that will twist my ankle from time to time.

I dress like a goth or emo but refuse to admit I am one.

I'm at this party.

And weirdly the girl in the purple looks like one of my fellow goth friends from the 80s. But back then we were just called freaks.

I'm the deeply concerned teachers and administration staff at school. We're on constant watch for long coats or large bags being carried to school.

[quote] back then we were just called freaks.

R27 my aunt tells me that back in the 70s & 80s, goths were not called thus, but rather ‘the Kids/People in Black’. Much cooler name.

The "goth" descriptor was a Brit import. They were using it back then.

[quote] [R27] my aunt tells me that back in the 70s & 80s, goths were not called thus, but rather ‘the Kids/People in Black’. Much cooler name.

I was in high school from 88 to 92 and I was definitely a goth. There wasn't a set name for goths at the time. It came into standard usage a little bit later I think.

I’m the Lydia Lunchbox.

I'm the expression of mild disdain that my bearer finds appropriate in almost every situation.

I'm the Korn shirt. Im worn as a compromise to make my numetal crush like me.

I'm the goth that's embarrassed to be goth now that the uncool kids took it over

I’m a TikTok eboy currently in highschool, unsure as to why Goths in their thirties find me so weird and distasteful and fascinating. I’m just doing me, bruh.

I’m the completely naive and shallow perception of the concept of death.

I'm the dog-eared, 1970s copy of Emily Dickinson's Poems, with the orange, handwritten "$3" sticker still on the cover.

[quote] I'm the dog-eared, 1970s copy of Emily Dickinson's Poems, with the orange, handwritten "$3" sticker still on the cover.

I'm the name "Blair Warner" written on the back of the front cover and a big circle around the poem "Beauty crowds me till I die."