I am not Gothic

By Sidra Roberts

I wore my black lace top, black miniskirt, and knee high black boots to San Diego Comic Con Saturday, the same night as the Masquerade. After the Masquerade, I wandered out under the sails to the traditional dance. As I was standing there, I discovered a mass of gothic, androgynous, vampyre costumed people had congregated around the same area I was in. Many members of this group were looking me up and down to try to determine whether or not I was a member of their whiny, non-conformist conformity. I think they finally decided I might be, but they left me alone because I was with a group of three adults. It must have been a clear sign that I was jailbait. *laughs* I am neither gothic nor jailbait.

I have an affinity for the color black. This does not mean I’m gothic. If it does, I would like to point out that both of my forty-something parents are gothic. You’ve all seen picture of Madame Editor. We all know this is laughable. I’ve always liked black, it looks good on me. I also like purple. Both are traditional colors of mourning. I assure you, this is pure coincidence. I like some gothic music. I also like some country music and some hip hop music. Does this mean I’m a black kicker goth? That’d be a sight! I like it. Oh, wait I’m lily white, I can’t pull off black. DOH!

The last thing that might make it look like I’m gothic, I play Vampire occasionally. Oh oh, I can see it now. You’re thinking, " She’s such a liar. She’s really goth, but she doesn’t want anyone to know. " Get that idea out of your mind. When I play vampire, I am not playing it because I get to be a pyre. I’m playing it because it sets up a dark grundgey fictional world where I can make cyberpunk strangely honor-bound characters. The fact that the character has to be a vampire to avoid getting eaten instantly is only a minor detail. If I could have the nifty powers and be able to eat a sandwich to get my blood pool refilled, it’d be much better.

I have many, many interests, and I refuse to allow a very small section of my interests to define who I am. There are so many little boxes that we try to shove each other and ourselves into, but I really have no interest in these little boxes. I’m a person, a happy person, and that’s as far as I really care to define myself by boxes.


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