your monthly budget includes a triple digit number for makeup and hair die expenses.
You have to use Tarn-X on all your jewelry.
Your eyesight is weakened from reading by candlelight.
Every time a pair of pantyhose runs, you're happy - a new shirt!
You've ever worn electrical tape as clothing...
You -actually-understand- Shelley, but prefer Byron for his panache...
You know the official -names- of most haircolour lines' blacks,
purples and reds.
Your idea of summer clothing is to wear a black lace Tshirt [rather than velvet, of course - too hot).
You -refuse- to stop wearing velvet in summer....
"Edward Scissorhands" is one of your "comfort movies".
"Labyrinth", "Legend", and "Nightmare Before Xmas" are others.
You're "over" _Propaganda_.
You're *not* over _Permission_ and/or _Carpe Noctem_.
You can differentiate between vampires as portrayed by Tanith Lee, Anne Rice, and Poppy Z. Brite, but you don't play the RPG because "that's sooooooo tragically vampcore".
You hate the smell of regular cigs, "but cloves are fine".
You have some sort of Halloween stuffed animal.
Eeyore was your favorite Pooh character.
If by some mischance Dracula wouldn't find your home decor welcoming, Pinhead might. [If it's not Early Victorian funeral Parlour, there's a good chance it's Torture Chamber or a mix thereof.]
You know enough about Cleopatra to bitch about them.
You try on whatever corset Frederick's is selling, admire yourself in the mirror for a moment, and then hand it to the salesgirl with an apologetic explanation that the boning was not restrictive enough, "but what can you expect for $70", while she gives you a strange look.
Your purse qualifies as a deadly defensive weapon.
So does your jewelry.
So does your hair.
When wearing a hat, you must lift the veil to be able to see more than 10 feet in front of you.
You have excess packages of purple xmas lights lying around.
You spend more money on halloween decor than all the other holidays combined!
You have been known to shop for day-to-day makeup at a theatrical supplier's.
Your ruffles or netting are always getting caught on things.
You own a coffin-shaped jewelry box or handbag.
you own a coffin shaped ANYTHING!
you have ever used the word "gundy".
You like to socialize, but really your best friends are Beanie Babies.
you've turned down an outing with friend because it might "spoil your complexion".
you stand up to people because somewhere in the back of your mind you are thinking, "if i get punched, and get a black eye, the makeup will cover it."
you stand up to people because somewhere in the back of your mind you are thinking, " i dont think they understand about my purse... ", and you grin demonically.
people say things to you like:
"isn't black _last season's_ colour?"
"going to a funeral?"
"who died?"
"you should really wear some color...you know...men really like women who wear colors"
"If you put her in light colors I think she'd disappear"
"I'm not buying you any more black [item of clothing or decor]
"Wear some colors girl!"
"How about this.. its [name of colour other than black]... ever heard of that?"
you always have a retort in less then one millionth of the time it took them to think that one up.
kubuki dancers got nothin on you
your web bookmarks/favourite places are divided into folders like so: music, clubs, friends, magazines, fashion, mailorder gothic fashion, catalogues, more catalogues, other mailorder, corsetry, hearse hookups, dark side of the web, and alt.gothic.fashion FAQ.
you have a thousand jewelry items that are roughly T shaped..35 anhks, 47 crosses...
when you go bowling/miniature golfing/etc., the teams have very long, very witty names, and the people bowling near you keep looking at your screen to get the joke.
regarding pets, you are one of two types, a scaleygoth, or a furrygoth.
you read this and made a checklist.
your checklist was on black paper with a black pen.
thanks to thessaly, eileen, me, some people who's names i couldnt find [come claim your glory!] and a little from simmyqux.
down by the bay, where the watermelons grow, back to my home, i dare not go. for if i do, my mother will say, "have you ever seen a goth, near the light like a moth down by the bay?"