semi-important life questions
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rushthatspeaksFirst question: Does one qualify as goth if one merely likes the clothes? I mean, I discovered, quite recently, that I own an astonishing preponderance of black. And velvet. And lace. And clothes that require part of one's brain to pay attention to them at all times so that they do not become indecent and/or get stuck on things. And every time I go out shopping, I seem to buy more black, more velvet, more leather, and a truly distressing quantity of high-maintenance femme. I own *garters*, for gods' sake. I'm having to raid my roommates' closet for something to wear to Sei and thespooniest's rehearsal dinner because *every single thing I own that is formal is either black or velvet* (velvet in Virginia in June Bad). But, I swear up and down, I did not do this on purpose. I didn't even notice I was gravitating toward goth clothes until I woke up a couple of days ago and noticed the monochromy of my wardrobe. I own no makeup, black or otherwise, fortunately, and no nail polish. I don't particularly listen to goth music, I don't go to goth clubs. But on the clothes alone... I am somewhat unnerved.
A fact which will almost certainly not stop me from buying more leather. I need leather pants. Badly.
Second question: Do other lesbians besides myself and my Ruth experience a complete and total disjunction between the concepts of 'sex' and 'children'? I keep having to forcibly remind myself that most sexual activity that most people engage in could, in fact, result in pregnancy, and that it is a peculiarity of my situation that I do not have that worry. Sometimes I literally forget that sex causes kids, and I know Ruth is the same way. I know heterosexual women are not at liberty to forget this, and when I was in high school I was so paranoid about the whole thing that I lost a lot of sleep, but I don't know what goes through the heads of other women who don't have to worry about it. Anybody?
Third question: Am I the only person in the entire universe who listens to vintage seventies punk anymore? I have been looking for three years now for a new copy of the X-Ray Spex album Germfree Adolescents, and whenever I go into a record store not only do they not have it but the clerks have never heard of them. Which is absurd for stores that sell punk. And I know I'm not the only person who remembers that for a brief period between 1976 and 1983 Elvis Costello was, actually, literally God, but they seem to have decided to stop reprinting his good stuff except on appalling greatest hits compilations, and I flat-out refuse to wade through two-and-a-half hours of cover versions of 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head' with the London Symphony Orchestra in order to tape myself a copy of 'Watching the Detectives', because nothing is worth that. (See, after he was God, he did nothing so interesting as selling his soul to the devil; he simply woke up one morning full of the unbudgeable psychotic conviction that he is actually Barry Manilow. Lo, how the mighty have fallen into the middens.)
I will stop whimpering about this now because as far as the rest of the universe is concerned I realize perfectly well that I may as well be speaking in Swahili.
At least the Clash, the Sex Pistols, and David Bowie will be on reprint until the end of the world.
A fact which will almost certainly not stop me from buying more leather. I need leather pants. Badly.
Second question: Do other lesbians besides myself and my Ruth experience a complete and total disjunction between the concepts of 'sex' and 'children'? I keep having to forcibly remind myself that most sexual activity that most people engage in could, in fact, result in pregnancy, and that it is a peculiarity of my situation that I do not have that worry. Sometimes I literally forget that sex causes kids, and I know Ruth is the same way. I know heterosexual women are not at liberty to forget this, and when I was in high school I was so paranoid about the whole thing that I lost a lot of sleep, but I don't know what goes through the heads of other women who don't have to worry about it. Anybody?
Third question: Am I the only person in the entire universe who listens to vintage seventies punk anymore? I have been looking for three years now for a new copy of the X-Ray Spex album Germfree Adolescents, and whenever I go into a record store not only do they not have it but the clerks have never heard of them. Which is absurd for stores that sell punk. And I know I'm not the only person who remembers that for a brief period between 1976 and 1983 Elvis Costello was, actually, literally God, but they seem to have decided to stop reprinting his good stuff except on appalling greatest hits compilations, and I flat-out refuse to wade through two-and-a-half hours of cover versions of 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head' with the London Symphony Orchestra in order to tape myself a copy of 'Watching the Detectives', because nothing is worth that. (See, after he was God, he did nothing so interesting as selling his soul to the devil; he simply woke up one morning full of the unbudgeable psychotic conviction that he is actually Barry Manilow. Lo, how the mighty have fallen into the middens.)
I will stop whimpering about this now because as far as the rest of the universe is concerned I realize perfectly well that I may as well be speaking in Swahili.
At least the Clash, the Sex Pistols, and David Bowie will be on reprint until the end of the world.
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Date: 2003-06-25 08:04 pm (UTC)Second: sex is fun. Kids are not. Sex, when had with people who are not of the male sex, is entirely fun and has nothing whatsoever to do with children. Anything involving persons of the male sex may involve children at some point, which adds to the nuisence level. But that is just me.
Third: Vintage punk? No, but I'm willing to learn.
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Date: 2003-06-26 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-26 04:47 am (UTC)Lila
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Date: 2016-09-22 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-26 07:30 am (UTC)I will stop now, as I do not want to get drool all over your nice live journal.
--R