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The Explicit Whiteness of Goth

There is some anti-white troll on AltRight.com that calls himself “Gothic Joe” and is supposedly into the “goth scene.” Me, personally, I’m not into the “goth scene” and never have been, although I do like some of the music and music that is closely related, like industrial.

But I do have to admit I’ve had a long kind of fascination with and obsession with “goth chicks.”

I just like the style – the “Suicide Girl” thing. I totally have the hots for women who dress up in “Dominatrix” types outfits. No, I’m not at all a “sub” and don’t get off to being “topped” by a Dominatrix – my sexuality tends to go the opposite direction, to be blunt. Watching the dominatrix slowly yield and turn into a submissive puppy is really, really hot.

I just like the boots, the leather, the little, subtle “restraints” that they wear. And the more these goth chicks dress up like Dommes, the more you know they are total submissives in private.

There is of course a HUGE element of BDSM in the “goth scene” – they are practically synonymous in many people’s minds. Goth tends to be a place where suburban girls can sort of “experiment” with BDSM fashion – and sex – while just making it a sort of “style” and “play.”

Probably the two biggest “goth” acts that went mainstream in the last 20 years were Nine Inch Nails (great) and Marilyn Manson (lame.) Both acts filled their videos and stage shows with hints of BDSM. Marilyn Manson’s video for his cover of “Tainted Love” (ironically, a Motown song by a Black woman that was also covered by the White “New Wave” band Soft Cell in the 1980s, an exception that proves the rule) was a pretty good short film full of that sort of style with plenty of suburban degeneracy – and it was full out “racist” too, Manson’s “goth thugs” were the “alphas” over the Blacks and Wiggers and White preppies – and turned the Cheerleader into a Suicide Girl at the end. It’s cute, not to be taken seriously, but still kind of cute.

Anyway I got into it with “Gothic Joe” by pointing out just how WHITE the goth scene is. Like all “alternative” subculture scenes, it’s a way for White people to SEGREGATE themselves from mainstream integrated society. Consider the original “alternative” scene of the 1990s. The mainstream pop music at the time was heavily dominated by Black artists – Prince, Michael Jackson, and a host of black and brown women “divas.” Even the metal scene, long a bastion of uber-whiteness, had started incorporating hip hop and featuring Black lead singers.

Then along comes “grunge” – the Whitest of the White – based on bands in uber-White Seattle. What distinguished “grunge” music like Nirvana and Pearl Jam from the mainstream pop music of the time?

The complete, 100% absence of ANY black musical influence. Grunge even took it farther by cutting out the guitar solos lest there be any hint of even a light skinned, white presetning Black guitar hero like Jimi Hendrix!

I was at the very first Lollapolloza in the 1990s – I think the only Black person at the entire festival was the lead singer of Living Color.

Goth is much the same way. One of the earliest and most influential “goth” bands was England’s Bauhaus. Look at the band, watch their videos, listen to their music. It’s whiter than white. Over the top theatrical even, lots of references to theater culture – another bastion of whiteness.

If you go to any major city in America and want to go out dancing, and you want to be sure the scene will be 99.99% White people? Go to the goth nightclub. Because the scene is so White, the women feel much safer to go all out, dress really sexy, get drunk and be exhibitionist. They do NOT feel as safe in a mixed race environment. Of course no one will admit it – they will all point to the single token Black goth – likely gay, thus not a threat to the women. But everyone knows the deal.

Also, the goth scene tends to be very Catholic I’ve noticed, and had goth friends say the same thing to me. Goth’s “dark” and even “satanic” image is really just based on the darker side of Catholicism itself. Of course even the name is based on the architectural style of old Catholic cathedrals. Yes, there’s a certain kind of pagan element to it, but it’s the same pagan element embedded in Catholicism itself. So that means the goth scene is also relatively kosher-free (hint, hint.)

I’m pro-White and of course support White people having our own cultural spaces where we are free to be us, express our own inner selves and our own culture. Goth is rather silly and often pretty goofy – but it is sincerely white.

Creeping up the backstairs
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bath chairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes

She has many guises
She’ll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue

Reeking like a pigsty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand
Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?

She’s jeering at the shadows
Sneering behind a smile
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
Into the face of the beguiled

Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo (Golly jeepers)
Peek-a-boo (Where’d you get those peepers?)
Peek-a-boo (Peepshow, creepshow)
Peek-a-boo (Where did you get those eyes?)
Strobe lights pump and flicker
Dry lips crack out for more
Come bite …

You Make This All Go Away

“Be still.”

“Um…”

No matter how many times you do it, you never really get used to it. It’s like a new palette of colors every time. Purple, blue, yellow, red. It’s like you are releasing something inside. Something that was already there, just below the surface, just waiting to come out. It always feels wrong. Not normal. But it’s exciting. Thrilling.

But it always feels wrong.

They just appear on the surface. The pale white becomes colored. It’s sort of an uncanny valley thing. You see it change in real time. Lily pads appearing on the surface, floating on a motionless, pale pool. Then, wind, causing ripples on the surface. Waves.

Then the sounds. It’s like playing an instrument. Strike a key, and the kinetic energy is transferred from one end to another, triggering some kind of energy exchange, from nerve to neuron, a blast of breath, vibrating a reed in the throat, and coming out as a noise. It’s musical. Sometimes a staccato run of notes, from low to high. Sometimes a long drone, a single pitch with maybe a slight vibrato.

“Now. What’s your color?”

“Yellow!”

You always make them count. One two three. It’s important for psychological reasons. It’s all psychology really. The physicality of it is merely the visible. But it’s the lack of real empathy that is scary. That’s what makes it a ride. You really can’t put yourself into someone else’s head, no matter how empathetic you are. No one can really ever experience life through someone’s else eyes. You can never walk in someone else’s shoes. You can merely, at best, fake some sort of imitation of it. Some approximation. But you see, that’s why it’s like flying. You are never really in control.

But you can’t tell them that. They must feel as if you are perfectly in control. That’s their thrill, they like the comfort. Like being held by daddy as a child, their entire body held aloft by something bigger, more powerful, and loving.

Supposedly, that is. I’m never really sure if it’s love, or something very different. It’s not hate, though. That’s too simple.

“Where are you now?”

“Ah, uh, mmmm!”

The Japanese have the bonsai trees. From the time the tree is young, you tie it down. In this way, you influence its growth. You aren’t killing it, and whether or not its unhealthy is up for debate. But you direct its growth, you influence it. Or, see it as training a dog, or a horse. People hate that language, comparing them to an animal. But humans are animals. We are the human animal. Why make it more complex than it is? Today is training day.

The props are, in themselves, either simply very practical, or magic. Oh yes, it’s magic. You kiss a prop, just rub it, hold it a certain way, wave it, move it. You’re putting your magic into it. You transfer the energy – but not from you to the prop, oh no. The energy goes from you, to her. The energy is transmitted from eyeball to eyeball. The prop is just that, a prop. A short term container for the memory of the energy exchange.

So that’s all the props are. It’s better without props anyway. That’s high protocol game. It’s more about self-discipline. Self-discipline is the best restraint there is. It’s all in the head.

But they are tricky though. You can see them do it sometimes, casting a spell on you. Some of them, they are like bottomless pits of blackness. Heat sinks. No matter how much heat you put into them, it just evaporates, instantly chilled, all the heat energy transferred right away, dissipated, leaving nothing but cold. Cold. That’s what they are like actually. So you have to be careful or they will do that. Sucks all the heat right out of you. You think you’re in control, you’re directing this, but really it’s them. They are leading from behind. It’s almost as if they all have the potential for this, they always try. Brats. So they are tricky and you have to watch out for that.

But when it goes well, they hum. The sound comes from deep in the throat.

They are the one ones that know you even have it in you, too. Succubi, essentially. It’s like they cast a line into your throat, and pull it up out of you. Sure, it may be preexisting. Maybe it was always there. But it would never get activated if it wasn’t for them. So in that sense, it’s their fault. Like magnets, unless there’s iron nearby, it’s just inert. So it’s their fault. Plus, they do it on purpose. They know what they are doing.

I guess you could say they are asking for it.

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