Most gothic girls or guys I've met were kinda caricatures of their own. But I never felt hate. I remember one hot and long night with two chicks - they had few bothersome piercings here and there, few more boring stories... but they studied architecture too, payed for all their drinks, got damn sexy bodies, danced awfully sexy too and, the best part, were always glued on me like a hamburger with me inbetween, wherever we moved.
(you should have seen those fat fags with ton of gold around their fat necks looking at me asking "who the hell can be this!?")
