Day 3 – When did you come out the Goth closet?
Back in my baby bat days, I wasn't shy about my goth tendencies. I wasn't really closeted at all. Then, like I mentioned in yesterday's post, I got involved with a very controlling person. He didn't like my gothiness, and wanted a Stepford sorority girl type. And stupidly, I tried to become someone I wasn't just for him. So, I went into the broom closet in about 1993.
I did have brief forays out of the closet between 1993 and 2002, but they were fleeting.
Late in 2001, I knew the relationship was done, and I started doing more of what I wanted and being more true to myself. At first, it was extremely hard. I had spent the last almost 10 years denying my true self and cowering from an abusive asshole. I knew my defiance and opening the closet door would meet retribution, and it did. But at that point, I just didn't care any more. I had gone numb and only cared about doing what would make me happy. (I know some readers are asking "Why the fuck didn't you just leave?" I promise I will explore that in greater depth at some other point. Suffice it to say for this post, that at this point, I wanted desperately to leave, but was trapped by finances and a lease. It was a long and nasty process to break that lease. But I did get out.)
When I started dating again in 2002, I was fully committed to being true to myself. Attitude and general taste-wise, I was fully out of the closet. But at this point, I had almost no goth gear - not even more than a few black items at all. And I was still a bit shell-shocked and working hard to break old, bad habits, therefore was afraid to do anything with my very long, blonde hair.
Fortunately, I met someone who was kind and understanding and had no problem with my dark side taking over.
Shortly after we got married, I chopped off my hair and dyed it red. And I began decorating our apartment with creepy items. I would say that time - spring of 2003 - was when I was fully out of the closet again.
Me, freshly out of the goth closet |
Me and Matty around our 1st anniversary - and I am fully myself |
I can't picture you with hair that long (well, I can now!) It was gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteBTW - it's Michele - for some reason Google wants to use some old blog that I had 100 years ago
ReplyDeleteI remember when you had the long blond hair. It was pretty, but it wasn't you!
ReplyDeleteThanks Michele!
ReplyDeleteYou're so right, Essam, it really wasn't me at all.