People That Need to be Punched In the Head....Whiny Goth Kids

I might be a Domme...but the last thing I am is a Goth. In my regular life you're more likely to find me in a comfy sun dress and flip flops-or pair of jeans with any number of my sneaker collection on my feet. If I go a bit heavy with the smoky eye makeup that's for work-a role I play to help my clients maintain a fantasy. That's it. The leather, PVC, corsets and whips are a costume I wear when working-no more, no less. No one in their right mind would want to wear that shit 24/7-but then who says Goths are in their right minds.

We've all seen them-the morose expression, sloppy Robert Smith makeup and hair, belly-aching louder than Morrissey at an all you can eat steak buffet. The occasional oh so daring facial piercing that Mommy and Daddy paid for-or they got their friend to do with an ice cube and needle. Mmm…Nothing hotter than a face leaking clown makeup and pus. Ugh...just writing about them makes me want to kick Buakke Boi in his non-existent nuts.

Goth kids are the ultimate expression of how self involved and centred Western culture is-from the snobbish belief you aren’t really ‘Goth’ unless you have a 300$ pair of bondage pants to the relentless ‘sameness’ and conformity they engender but proclaim is fascist. A perfect example of kids picked on a ridiculed so much that they feel the need to return the same treatment to others who could care less about their Sharpie painted nails. Let’s call a spade a spade boys and ghouls…the majority of Goths are just crying out for Mommy/Daddy/Uncle Jim/Anyone to pay attention to them anyway they can.

Cutting, body modification, suicide ‘attempts’, dabbling in the occult-any little thing will do. Every time I see some of these little shits cat walking down Queen St West here in Toronto I want to grab them and shake them. Preferably while screaming, “Cut downwards next time asshole!” or “Taking a bottle of Tylenol isn’t going to kill you Cunt…but keep it up and I might!”

I say we give whiny Goth kids a sad dose of reality and dump their asses into the middle of a war zone and give them something to really be melancholy about. After all its easy to be ‘depressed’ when one lives in a developed nation as an upper to middle class Caucasian (which most Goths are…though there are the odd exception). I can understand how terribly oppressed one must feel with nearly everything being handled to you on a platter. Try pulling that sit in downtown Baghdad then we’ll have a talk about how disenfranchised you are.