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Vs Dark Gothic Blog Reopened


Well, many times I've had to see, either YouTube or on TV a few "reports" where black dresses out types who call themselves "Gothic", which to be interviewed will "explain" everything you need to know about the "Gothic" ...

I have seen in many occasions, and even on Wikipedia for people try to explain things they do not know, which leads to a situation of ignorance and misinformation. Well, the point is that I have heard many say that the Darks are "possers" and that the Goths are true, that the Darks are to wear black any more, and that other colors mixed Gothic and complex with the style.

WTF?

Well, all that is wrong, All .

And is that "Dark" is simply a nickname that put them at some point, like many others as "Batcavers in England," Claims "in Spain (well it says our friend and Topicazos Goticos tags ), and there are many more, It's that simple, there is much mystery.

Astrovamps A member of which can not remember the name, said that back in the U.S. they say "Deathrockers."

My opinion is that it be carried away from nonsense, are simply stereotypes, but as stereotypes go, just find out first that things are going. In an interview I saw on Youtube a chick said "Darks are the offspring, and goths are the real" is simply ignorance, is a chain reaction, she heard somewhere, and then repeats it elsewhere someone repeats, apparently harmless, but as time passes the significance is lost by such trifles.

I think a better name would be: "New Wavers" ... Or not, something

Birthday Congratulations To A Baby

cantina:

Today, Saturday, was the victim of one of the tricks that can be lower. My neighbor, friend, boss and great-grandmother Mirak (I am an adopted daughter and Fújur \u200b\u200bFújur \u200b\u200bis his grandson) told me: You have to pick up things from the press, shall we? Then we can go to the store of stamens.

As I heard the last word I did not think twice. Despite not having slept in record time I enlisted and went to my bosses headed for college. Once there, what was my surprise: no store would stamens, but a lot of work in my little office. No way, to work even half of the university is on vacation for a month to work on Saturday when no one pays me (we paid) overtime, when sometimes not even recognize our efforts. Needless to say I had beautiful silk fibers, cashmere and mohair in my hands.

In return, Mirak led me to a bar. Not just any bar. We went to a place that, in my mind, was a forbidden place, full of mysteries, but as imagined, I would reveal details of my origins, my roots: The bar is attending my father since I can remember.

often, almost daily, I have been through the canteen. I never dared to enter.

For the first time I crossed the swing and found a place that is unlike any other that I know: a neighborhood bar, with parishioners who have been known for a long time, people who call them by name or by his nickname , with the smell of urine near the bathroom with antique colored walls are accented by the gray light, daylight, cloudy or industrial city. A facility that looks like the meeting place of men in a small town-little-completely contrary to a restaurant in Condesa or cantinita coyoacanas. However, what matters is not the place, but it loomed as a site that does not belong to me (still not mine, and may that never happens).

I left there and went straight to tell my dad where I was. Do not know how I would react. I would not like the idea that his daughter invade that space. First she smiled, asked me what I took and what I ate, and then let go to tell many stories, small stories of the people he has met with a drink. Some heartwarming, others with terror and an occasional embarrassing for him. Listen as if I confide secrets gave joy to my soul. Finally confirmed what I sensed, but it still did not convince me: everything is narrative possibilities. It made me see the beauty of the impossibility, the beauty of imperfection, the beauty of all these anti-heroes that drunk or sober living stories deeper, more intense, that I read. He showed himself as antihero, and I always want to see is more people for their flaws than their virtues.

I just got stories stamens. Do not tell here. I prefer to reserve a room in my heart.

Mirak, I owe you one more.