I’ve into the goth scene for about two thirds of my life now, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked if I’m sad or depressed. Back in college I showed up to class with some elbow length fingerless gloves, and the dude I usually sat next to practically tore them off because he thought I was covering up cutting myself. His defense was “I have a friend who dresses kind of like you, and they were those gloves to cover up scars.” Well, my dude, I am not your friend and you now no longer have a study partner. I sat elsewhere the rest of the semester.
I thought I was the only one. I grew up in po dunk AR. And being black students and teachers treated me like shit. Going so far as to give me F’s until I proved it to the princepal that it was because my race. He told me the next paper she asks you to write come to me and tell me what it was about and I will write it for you. I did as he said. He wrote it and I handed it in as my own and gave me an F. I showed him the paper he called my teacher to the office while I was sitting there and asked wtf was up with this. She had no answer but studdering. She re-evaluated my papers and gave me all A’s. Probably not the same thing as you but many time I had white paint thrown on me because I was black and they did not want a black student but thats another tale.
