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I tend to dress very very gothic. I listen to hard, blaring rock music and the occasional classic rock.
I secretly love the Dixie Chicks. I tend to not tell the other gothlings that I listen to the Dixie Chicks.
I also tend to do very very embarrassing when I think I’m in the safety and privacy of my own room.
There I was, wearing fishnets, boots, a black skirt, and a black bra with black lipstick, dancing around my room as I professionally spewed the lyrics to “Goodbye Earl” and danced about like an idiot when my friend just walked right into my room unannounced. My mom, who knew what I was doing, told her to go ahead.
Mom is always doing shit like that.
Two years later, I’m in therapy. Mom wonders why.