Best: Working in a retail store as a flamboyantly-dressed Gothling means that I get some sort of comments on my attire on pretty much a daily basis. Mostly these are positive. I once stood and turned red to the roots of my hair whilst a woman waxed lyrical on how 'beautiful' I looked for ten whole minutes. Which is probably up there as a best experience.
But the one that really sticks in my mind does so because at the time, I had never received any comments on my Goth clothes, be they good or bad. I was still firmly in the babybat stage, in the first few months of my foray into Gothdom to be more precise. In fact I was still wearing my long, straight black hair combed diagonally across to completely cover half of my face. :-/
I was at the theatre with my mum, watching Dan, who at the time was a drama student in college, performing in a play. During the interval a little old lady tapped me on the shoulder and demanded, "Are those GOTHIC boots?"
Worried, I said yes, expecting to be denounced as a devil worshipper or something. The woman - who must have been pushing 80, at least - smiled and said, "Well done, dear. I wish I'd done that at your age."
|Me last summer, looking mallgoth-tastic in my bondage pants and baggy tee...|