“Shameless” in Tight Black Velvet
I had an old lady tell me I was a shameless freak today.
I was dressed in a tight black velvet top cut off and laced just below my tits, and a long, black skirt – also velvet, cut to be close fitting around my ass and then flare a bit half way down the leg. Nothing crazy with my makeup but my hair was all ragged out Bettie Page-ish. Hardly any sort of goth extreme but it was enough to get this old bat flappin. Perhaps the slave collar and leash I was wearing did it… can’t walk around Manhattan without a fetish touch, just doesn’t feel right. But you’d think she would be used to it… hell, I look more normal in the LES than she does.
I didn’t snap at her. I wanted to pat her on the head and ask if she needed someone to walk her back to the nursing home, but I wasn’t in a cruel mood.
Actually I don’t know if it was that fetish touch that did it. I think it was more the looks I was getting from men on the train… and how I was playing up to them a bit to tease. Old girls don’t seem to like that. Like I’m being too brazen and sexual and whatever. If I had told her I was a stripper her head probably would have exploded. I should have given her this web address so she could see the pictures of me here LOL.
I’m young and I have a hot body and I’m damn well going to show it off. Not my fault if old people are facing the sunset… my sun is still rising and I’m not going to let some bag lady wreck my sky with her rain clouds. I’m a very sexual person and I dress in a way that reflects that… ramped up with a nice dose of fetish goth. My behavior fits my style 
I can understand why people think the whole goth culture is weird. The style isn’t exactly the normal every day workplace gear (and the “style“ is pretty damn diverse at that). But then again, you’d think that people would get used to the fact that every generation thinks the styles of that day’s youth are weird. Hell, people my age look at the early days of Rock n’ Roll and think that was all a bit corny, and yet at that time, the older people then were having a heart attack over it all, as if the Devil himself had possessed the shaking hips of Elvis and the hairstyles of The Beatles were a sign of the impending apocalypse.
I want people to think I’m weird. Doesn’t bother me one bit. It’s not really why my style is all goth and punk – I do what I do because I like it and because I think it’s damn sexy. But I like being on the “outside” so if people are freaked a little by what I do, no problem. Men get a bit intimidated by me… but they damn well want me Enough women do too… at least the right ones. Fetish Goth may look like too much for most to handle, but it’s also damn hot and sexy.
Sexy… I think that is one of the things people don’t get about the goth scene. The strong sexual element to it. I’m not saying everyone is as promiscuous as me – one doesn’t need to have sex to be sexy – I’m not talking primarily of the act itself. I’m more referring to a quality that permeates the entire scene, be the individual style Fetish or let us say Victorian (and that’s just a couple of examples with regard to fashion… fashion is only a small part of the whole too). People think goth, and then they think death, but there is so much more to it than that. More romantic, poetic qualities with far greater depth and reason to them than the surface suggests to those willing to do little more than glance.
I have to go to work soon, so I will leave you with a picture of me twirling around the stripper pole. If you’re reading this at night, especially on a weekend, I may well be doing exactly what you see in that picture while you’re looking at it.
`*~ Razor Goth Girl ~*´
