I've previously talked about coming out as a goth but I've never talked about my own experiences, mostly because they're quite boring! For some people it's quite difficult to admit they're a Goth and for a long time I was reluctant, generally it was because of the whole "I'm not a soup tin" phenomena. It was in the last year of my school years that I decided I wouldn't deny it or pretend to be someone else anymore, plus I didn't have to sit in a classroom with fucking idiots five days a week anymore. Actually the college I first attended before I left for Park Street was quite bad that's another story.
There's always going to be those special snowflake individuals who believe labeling yourself is completely wrong and practically spit at anyone who dares to admit they're a part of a subculture. When I started to casually mention Goth it attracted some teasing but the worse moment was when it caused an argument. My friend stubbornly insisted that Goth was nothing more than a label, half an hour I was compromising that yes it could be used as a label but it was a wonderful subculture. But nope, she wasn't budging and I had to let it go.
My family didn't care about how I dressed, it didn't change my personality or my performance during school. The closet thing I have to a problem is the really tacky presents I sometimes receive, or worse pastel pink teddy bear PJs. Urgh no thanks.
Coming out the Goth closet has shown me for what some people really are, please don't be afraid to show your true self but you may be in for a few surprise reactions.