Hey there. So, I’m 40, female, and I’ve been a goth most of my life. Heck, I was goth before I even knew what it was. When Alice Cooper was on the Muppet Show, I decided I wanted to marry him. I remember watching the movie “Legend”, and at the part where Lily dances with the dress, then spins around and is transformed—black eyeliner, lipstick and all—I jumped up from the couch, pointed at the TV and shouted at my parents, “I want to look like that EVERY DAY.”
I was 14, and had no notion that “goth” existed as a thing.
I just knew that I loved bats, and anything spooky, and autumn, and ghost stories, and cemeteries, and wearing black, and certain kinds of music, and anything ethereal. And then, in the early 90’s, I went to my first goth club, and it was like coming home.
I got married on Halloween, and our apartment is permanently decorated for that holiday. It’s also covered in bats, and black and orange. I don’t wave my goth flag as vigourously as I did when I was 18, but I still carry it proudly, and always will. It’s who I’ve always been, and who I’ll always be.