Batcave Lockdown on World Goth Day

Twenty years ago, I was standing on the Sunset Strip with my friend Joey. We’d just been to see the Legendary Pink Dots and someone leaned out of a convertible SUV, screaming, “GOTH HIPPIES DIE.” We laughed and laughed like crones around a cauldron.

This sums up my life as a goth, which began when I was a teen putting ads in the back of Flipside magazine for mix tapes, zine trades and pen pal correspondence. I didn’t know what a goth was exactly, but I was playing Bauhaus, The Birthday Party, Siouxsie and the Banshees and the Damned on vinyl I kept in a milk crate. I wore 1950s black cardigans and skirts, vintage slips and fishnets with old rosaries. I guess not much has changed, deep down.

I met most of my forever friends through the clove smoke of a crowded dance floor in some goth club, back in the day

All this influences my jewellery designs, and I find my original style inspirations like Texacala Jones, Exene Cervenka and Helena Bonham Carter still comfort and inspire me.

And everything has changed. I’ve constantly departed from High Goth costume, finding it farther and farther from my roots. I still revel in the literature, music and aesthetic of gothness. I have my bragging rights, though— one of the first gigs I ever went to was The Damned in 1986. I’ve danced in a My Dying Bride, and I met most of my forever friends through the clove smoke of a crowded dance floor in some goth club, back in the day. You are and will forever be my people.

I miss it—I mean, before this lockdown even happened, I missed it. I made this playlist for you, for us. Let’s dance slow and weird, like the poet-souls we are.