Sorry to say it... but you're so wrong!
I don't think it's any country where you can be yourself on the street and don't meet people who's stare at you or give you lowered comments.
It's still wierd for them to not wanna "fit in" and be like other "normal" persons, and I'm afraid it will stay that way.
I've never become sad or angry about the (not so friendly) comments I get from people everyday. Why should they direct me how to look, when I don't care about their ugly jeans!? It's up to them what to wear as long I don't need to put those pants over my legs and little butt ;)
I was hoping that more girls and boys would see through my (and all other goths) make up and accept me as the person I am. I don't need to be a devil worshiper just because I wear black clothes all the time, right?
I'm living in the second biggest city in Sweden, but it makes nothing better.
Folks here can be really evil and yelling at me on the streets as well. Most of the time I ignore what they're saying, and just thinking "Haha, you never know when you need a haircut next time and book a appointment at my salon " *evil grin*
It's for your own good that you stay nice and friendly to me so not any "accident" will happen ;)
" I've got the same skills as Benjamin Barker ;)"
Next time someone debases you, try to say something back that they not expect (in a friendly way), and I'm sure they will be very surprised and keep their mouths shut.
I wanna see more friendly and happy goths out there! Cheer up EMO-kids ;)
Love/ Iva Insane
Thank's again pretty sister for your wonderful thoughts. And might I add; you look SO astonishing on this picture!
But I will have to disagree though. I mostly get sweet comments! So the people who writes in your blog and thinks Sweden is a lovely country to be alternative in have probably been told that by me! :)
Both kids and elderly ladies seems to have a flair for me :)
Sure, I've had my fair share of the "Is it Halloween already?", "Look at that witch" and other not so innovative sentences from those common people without imagination, but all in all I get many, many more compliments on my look in a positive way than the other way around.
Mostly kids and women, especially elderly women, seems to like my style and give me sweet smiles and telling me they light up when they see me and that they used to be a rebel (?) too in younger days. Haha, well, I can't really agree on being a rebel of any kind, I'm just born like this, but if it makes them happy to think I have an agenda with my look, let them think so :)
But I have to agree with my sister on one point. A bigger city is worse!
In my town with about 70 000 residents I don't cause that much commotion (well, not that I pay attention to anyway), but when I travel to bigger cities like Stockholm, Malmoe and Gothenburg people just walk into each other/lamp posts and straight into doors because they can't stop staring!!!
I'm not offended by the staring because I understand.
I am a rare thing to be seen, almost fictional looking, and I would probably stand and stare at myself with my mouth open if I ever saw me out in the streets. I tend to stare at alternatives, other beautiful people and extremly ugly people. And as long as I'm a starer myself I can't really complain.
BUT I've been a real bitch too.
Many years ago two teens were standing in front of me in a queue (we were the only ones) as one of the boys said, you know, bit too loud to make sure I heard it: "God dammit she's ugly."
Then I took a step forward, leaned over him and said:
"-You will look very ugly with my footprint on your face?"
I thought he might have pooped in his pants a bit because he and his friend immediately begged for forgiveness and said it was just kidding around.
I let them off with a warning!
I had a very wicked tongue as a teen too, so wicked that people only tryed once to be nasty, because I was soooo evil in my reply back I think I might have given them all hang ups for life ;)
It worked out fine! I just pointed out their "faults!; a curved nose, sleepy eyes, ugly teeth, big ears, fat ass (I have always been able to pull out the "fat-card" because I'm skinnier then most and to say something about a girls weight always hits hard),
I've done other stupid things too, but I'm not gonna say. In short I was no angel.
But then I changed and started to meet evil with a smile, so when someone out on town called me a witch I just walked up to them and asked them to repeat what they said and tells them it's very un-polite to say something like that about someone you don't know, and that it's better to try being nice.
They get very chocked when I'm answering nicely.
I'm better then them!