I’m a very middle of the road (5) Goth.
Even if I dressed in black from head to toe every day, wore razor blade jewelry actually protruding from my wrists, had been at Bauhaus’s first ever jam session and hadn’t seen the Big Yellow Lamp in the Big Blue Room* since 1986, I wouldn’t want to be labeled a Goth. It’s been at least 14 years since I felt compelled to perpetuate silly labels like this.
Seen me? Labeled me? You’re already wrong. <<shrug>>
*The Sun
6, maybe? Going through my wardrobe is fun- black, black, black, purple, red, black, black…
I’ve heard of Sisters of Mercy, dress goth-ish, have attended goth concerts (okay, one concert, but it’s the only concert I’ve ever been to, okay? Yay VNV!) and only ever go to goth clubs, because I like them better. Actually, I was at one on Saturday.
Wait, I do dress kind of goth at work- maybe I’m a 7. I don’t know. I don’t do the makeup thing. I’m incompetent with makeup.
but I’m sort of like Eeyore in black leather, but with a tragic rakish demeanor.
I’m a huge demigod who dresses all in black except for an iron crown bearing 3 glowing gemstones…yup, i’m more goth as fuck!
seriously…4.5, i was thinking about seeing Bauhaus’s reunion tour.
You and me, LunaSea. Now a 5, was at one time a 7. Am still in love with Pete Steele - does that bump me up to 5.5?
I would place myself at 4.9. Years ago I would have been a solid 7, but only because I lack any and all musical ability.
I’m about a 3.5 now, not only do I look good in black, 75% of my clothes are black.
At one time I was a 9. Unfortunately, that was before anyone had heard of Goth. I was just very pale, with very dark hair, and my attempts at wearing makeup were often scary.