20090818

You know, it's high time the goth scene and I parted ways.

See, I've been a regular at Deathguild for eight or ten months now. Not even remotely all the time, but a lot. Not one time have I had a social interaction with someone whom I did not previously know from the trance scene. It's not like I'm some newb to the San Francisco goth scene either. Sure, I've taken years off, but I've been in and out of this scene for thirteen years. Most every time I go out, I see a familiar face from the old Shrine of Lilith days.

But hey, this has pretty much always been the way I've been treated by goths. I've never quite worn their uniform or quite listened to the right music to appease them, I guess. I mean, hey, it's not like I've EVER actually spoken to these "familiar faces" from Shrine, and I distinctly remember my nickname being the "Evil Raver" back in those days...

I'd admit that it was all me but then I look at every other social scene that I'm a part of. Trance? Check. Literally dozens of deep relationships. At the race track? Check! I talk to strangers every single time I go out, something that was true even when I was just driving some crap-ass Mustang at Miata club events. Professionally? Check! Within the community of Pacifica itself? Oh, you betcha!

So fuck it. I'm done. I don't have time for fascist little high school scenes any more.

1 comments:

Carol said...

That's called maturity!

Mom