*waves* I'm Grace, and I already semi-de-lurked by saying hello on the Edward Cat post (he's doing wonderfully, and is improving my mother's daily life in impressive amounts). While I'm still horribly shy on the internet, it has occurred to me how silly it is to keep reading your journal in silence when I already know that you're very sweet to newcomers.
I was originally going to share the story of how being a goth and The Power Of The Internet reunited me with my twenty-years-estranged father, but it ended up less a comment and more a novella, so I snipped it (I will gladly share it if/when you are curious or need cheering up).
Suffice it to say that I've been back in contact with my father for nearly three years, and he's very supportive of his bizarre, black-clad daughter. We talk for hours by phone, and while most of that is about our lives (and our cats, for some reason) he also mentions anything spooky-related he's seen recently, and asks smart questions about being goth.
I can tell him a whole lot about what goth means to me (finding beauty and joy in dark things, wearing lovely clothes regardless of current trends, expressing the full range of human emotion via music, and eyeliner. Lots and lots of eyeliner); but I'm just one individual in a wonderfully varied subculture. When I tried to explain it in broader terms, I was at a bit of a loss, because I'm not your standard goth (who is, really?); I didn't want to leave him with the impression that we all wear solid black and have a deep and abiding love for zombie movies, cheesy music, and birdwatching.
I had an "Aha!" moment two months ago, and recommended Gothic Charm School to him as a way to better understand Goth with a capital 'G'. He bought it, and called me up the next week to tell me he was enjoying it, and to ask more smart questions about me and my style.
For the record, hearing a sixty-year-old man say "rivethead" in a pleasant tone is both hilarious and heart-warming. Thank you for that.
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De-lurking with a happy, GCS-related story!
Date: 2010-08-29 08:04 pm (UTC)I was originally going to share the story of how being a goth and The Power Of The Internet reunited me with my twenty-years-estranged father, but it ended up less a comment and more a novella, so I snipped it (I will gladly share it if/when you are curious or need cheering up).
Suffice it to say that I've been back in contact with my father for nearly three years, and he's very supportive of his bizarre, black-clad daughter. We talk for hours by phone, and while most of that is about our lives (and our cats, for some reason) he also mentions anything spooky-related he's seen recently, and asks smart questions about being goth.
I can tell him a whole lot about what goth means to me (finding beauty and joy in dark things, wearing lovely clothes regardless of current trends, expressing the full range of human emotion via music, and eyeliner. Lots and lots of eyeliner); but I'm just one individual in a wonderfully varied subculture. When I tried to explain it in broader terms, I was at a bit of a loss, because I'm not your standard goth (who is, really?); I didn't want to leave him with the impression that we all wear solid black and have a deep and abiding love for zombie movies, cheesy music, and birdwatching.
I had an "Aha!" moment two months ago, and recommended Gothic Charm School to him as a way to better understand Goth with a capital 'G'. He bought it, and called me up the next week to tell me he was enjoying it, and to ask more smart questions about me and my style.
For the record, hearing a sixty-year-old man say "rivethead" in a pleasant tone is both hilarious and heart-warming. Thank you for that.