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azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-23 02:03 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-23 02:03 pm
Goth Night for the Whole Family
Sis and Uncle Alan and I all went out to see Final Fantasy on Saturday night. Sis and I decided to dress up as goths, since we both usually wear mostly black anyway -- not out of any real special reason, just that it's easy to keep sorted in the wash, and we like wearing the color, and it looks good on us. I mean, she's got her whole hippy wardrobe, and she mixes that in generally, and I have a lot of science fiction and cartoon shirts, plus those random white shirts with logos from events and affiliations past, but tonight we went for the all-black look.
Next was the makeup. We both went complete whiteface. Sis did her own; Alan did mine. The paint was Halloween paint left over from a year ago. Black lipstick; black eyeliner. She looked awesome. So did I.
That was just your basic goth thing. Next we decided to personalize the look. She wanted to add a tear of blood coming out from one eye, very goth indeed, and some interesting-looking symbols below the other one. No one had fake blood. "Fake blood is for posers," Sis said. "Anybody got a lighter?" She scorched a sewing needle and soon had a real tear of blood dripping down her white makeup.
"Neat," I said, but got my own needle -- after all, weren't we taught in fourth grade health class that you can get AIDS from sharing needles? which was why I hated the idea of taking Home Ec so much -- scorched it, and pricked my own finger. It hurt at first, but it was the little kind of pain that you can ignore. I got a nice big drop of blood and let it run down from the corner of my mouth.
I painted my own symbol on my forehead with eyeliner. I won't attempt to describe it completely here; it's nice and geometric and looks like a diamond with some lines inside, and it stands for the elements of earth and air, earth below, air above, and me somewhere in between the two, interacting with both. Sis saw that, and painted a personal symbol on her own forehead.
We were good to go. The movie was great. People got out of our way: I held myself the way I hold myself when I'm holding a blade (maybe not quite as tall, but the same idea) and they sort of avoided me.
We went to Denny's for coffee after the movie. The other goths were in the smoking section. Denny's is used to people who look like us. There were some small children there, though, and while I'm generally liked by kids, Sis scares them even without goth makeup. With ... well, she hopes she didn't cause any nightmares.
(Interestingly, Nephew thinks it's supercool when Mommy wears makeup. "It's Halloween!" he was shouting in delight, before Uncle Dude put him to bed.)
After that, we went for a cruise down Mill Avenue. This is the place where Alan and Sis hung out back in the Day, and they were reminiscing about all the places, and oh, that's where such and such happened, and do you remember the shooting there? oh yeah man, I saw it, there was this one guy, and boy was he pissed, oh wow, I'd only heard about it...
We found a drum circle there, and stood there for a time, soaking up the sound of the drums. I'd been pissy just a few minutes before, since I had to go to work at eight that morning, and it was now past three, but this ...
"We're coming back some other night when you don't have work in the morning, and we're bringing drums, and we're Circling," Sis promised.
It was a good night. I started trancing out on the way home, and pulled up some old memories, of Darkside and me driving home from the ren fair and not knowing the way home, and debating violently about the correct road to take... it was good. It was a good night.
Next was the makeup. We both went complete whiteface. Sis did her own; Alan did mine. The paint was Halloween paint left over from a year ago. Black lipstick; black eyeliner. She looked awesome. So did I.
That was just your basic goth thing. Next we decided to personalize the look. She wanted to add a tear of blood coming out from one eye, very goth indeed, and some interesting-looking symbols below the other one. No one had fake blood. "Fake blood is for posers," Sis said. "Anybody got a lighter?" She scorched a sewing needle and soon had a real tear of blood dripping down her white makeup.
"Neat," I said, but got my own needle -- after all, weren't we taught in fourth grade health class that you can get AIDS from sharing needles? which was why I hated the idea of taking Home Ec so much -- scorched it, and pricked my own finger. It hurt at first, but it was the little kind of pain that you can ignore. I got a nice big drop of blood and let it run down from the corner of my mouth.
I painted my own symbol on my forehead with eyeliner. I won't attempt to describe it completely here; it's nice and geometric and looks like a diamond with some lines inside, and it stands for the elements of earth and air, earth below, air above, and me somewhere in between the two, interacting with both. Sis saw that, and painted a personal symbol on her own forehead.
We were good to go. The movie was great. People got out of our way: I held myself the way I hold myself when I'm holding a blade (maybe not quite as tall, but the same idea) and they sort of avoided me.
We went to Denny's for coffee after the movie. The other goths were in the smoking section. Denny's is used to people who look like us. There were some small children there, though, and while I'm generally liked by kids, Sis scares them even without goth makeup. With ... well, she hopes she didn't cause any nightmares.
(Interestingly, Nephew thinks it's supercool when Mommy wears makeup. "It's Halloween!" he was shouting in delight, before Uncle Dude put him to bed.)
After that, we went for a cruise down Mill Avenue. This is the place where Alan and Sis hung out back in the Day, and they were reminiscing about all the places, and oh, that's where such and such happened, and do you remember the shooting there? oh yeah man, I saw it, there was this one guy, and boy was he pissed, oh wow, I'd only heard about it...
We found a drum circle there, and stood there for a time, soaking up the sound of the drums. I'd been pissy just a few minutes before, since I had to go to work at eight that morning, and it was now past three, but this ...
"We're coming back some other night when you don't have work in the morning, and we're bringing drums, and we're Circling," Sis promised.
It was a good night. I started trancing out on the way home, and pulled up some old memories, of Darkside and me driving home from the ren fair and not knowing the way home, and debating violently about the correct road to take... it was good. It was a good night.