When I was in the 7th grade, I thought it would be really cool to hang out with the punk kids. They hung out at a tree. It was the INFAMOUS TREE. Only kinda in black hung out there. The pretty punk rock girls with their colorful hair clinging onto their punk rock boyfriends with spiked hair and black boots. Band tees were a must. Eyeliner and black nail polish.
I even got some band tees. I got a stud belt. I wanted to be as cool as them.
Of course they made fun of me and ostracized me for being a “poser,” which I totally was. I didn’t know shit about any of that stuff. Who the hell was the Ramones or AC/DC?
I was 13 and I didn’t know any better. I was young and dumb.
I remember one day one of the guys from the tree came up to me and asked me who the band members of some punk rock band was or to name my favorite song from some other band. I failed the test. It was really stupid.
In the 8th grade, I decided to hang out at a tree right next to the infamous tree. I had a huge group of friends there and I was known as the theater girl. Life was good and the infamous tree became forgotten.
My style changed as I got older and I became more me. There was nothing wrong with who I was. Whatever my style is. If I want to dress punk I will. If I want to dress like a Barbie doll I will. My style is everything and it’s a lot like my personality because my personality is everywhere.
But, even though I have become my own women, I still feel like the punk/goth society stick to each other. And they are known for being into horror but fuck I’m in to horror. Am I less than of a horror fan because I’m not a goth? I feel like they look at me like I am less. In the horror community, it’s like a stereotype. If you like horror, your goth. But I am not and I’m proud of it.