I finally quit the goth scene. Very unceremoniously. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t ever go to a goth club night ever again. What it means is that I’m not going “gothing” on any kind of regular basis, and I am not maintaining any kind of friendships with goths. And no, people on Facebook that are “friended” to me that I don’t really talk to online, or on the phone, or even hang out with in person don’t count as a “maintained friendship.”

Since the various pandemic lockdowns have been lifted in August 2020, I have only gone to 2 goth nights. Compare that to my goth clubbing heyday when I couldn’t imagine quitting the scene. I was addicted to going out, and would go out as many times a week as I could. In LA, you could go “gothing” about 6 or 7 nights a week. Denver up to 4 nights a week in its goth prime. When I moved to San Diego I knew it would be a drastic change with maybe 2 goth nights available per week. And now SD’s goth scene is down to 2 per month.

But now, I’m just not interested. And yes, a lack of ROI’s is probably a factor.

There’s various factors. And probably the pandemic lockdowns were like a final nail in my goth clubbing coffin. Not that I actively thought about quitting, but probably just getting older and my subconscious being what it is – my mind, body, and soul appear to be interested in pursuing other things. But that’s not stopping me from trying to figure out what my mind, body, and soul would otherwise try and rationally say to me. So here’s a stab at the rational factors that have self-tattooed themselves onto me. I’ll try and start with the obvious.

1. Not enough hot chicks. Seriously, nowadays I count about only “1” and she has a boyfriend already. You mean to say I’m supposed to hang out all night and look at a chick who’s already taken?

2. I don’t know if I actually want to date white chicks anymore. I’m more interested in Japanese chicks. Well, East Asian chicks in general, but primarily Japanese chicks. East Asian chicks are pretty cute and exciting. For me, anyway. I’m not saying I won’t date a white chick ever, it’s just that the white chick Sexual Marketplace is pretty goddamn bleak. It has a lot to do with the overall decline of white Western civilization. If you’ve been paying attention to what’s going on around you, or you’re aware of the online manosphere, you know what I’m talking about. Rollo Tomassi says the birth control pill is wholly responsible, and maybe he’s right. We’ll revisit this aspect in a future article.

3. If I go to a goth night, about 80% of the playlist or better is songs I’ve heard before. Matter of fact, the songs have not had much change over the years. Or maybe what change there has been has been so slow and so subtle that it’s only trackable in 5 year intervals. But I’m saying it’s more the former than it is the latter. I don’t give a shit about Nine Inch Nails. Or Skinny Puppy. Etc. Never did, tbqh. (See my previous post featuring the word “imposter.”)

4. Recall item 3. I don’t like living in the past. The 80’s are over. The 90’s are over. If you don’t have enough current music playing from artists that are actively making music and touring it’s a good chance your little “scene” is dead. By contrast, in the heavy metal scene there are always new heavy metal bands coming out. You don’t have to keep revisiting 80’s Metallica and 80’s Ozzy Osbourne every weekend.

5. Gothic female supremacy sucks. Don’t think “gothic female supremacist” attitudes exist? Lol, they do. Guys that go to goth clubs on a religious basis are 1 million percent committed to dating goth chicks and ONLY goth chicks. I used to be that way, so I understand. The guys view all other chicks as “normies” which is meant to indicate non-goth chicks are a lower life form who just don’t “get it.” Maybe this was actually “true” for a couple of years here and there, but as you get older there are so many cartoonish flaws with that thinking. Don’t believe me? Move to San Diego and go check out the chicks on the beach or in the Pacific Beach bars and clubs area. There are truckloads of non-gothic, yet scaldingly hot female bodies out there. Then, go to a goth night and see if you can find more than 5 chicks that could actually compete in a body-to-body competition. Then, ask yourself if they could compete and win. And no, the 1 or 2 paid go-go dancers the goth club picked up from local strip clubs don’t count. I eventually learned if anybody in the goth scene finds out you’re scanning the beaches for hot bettys, they might just start accusing you of “racism.” (Although technically it would be more like “reverse racism” if “goth” was a race.)

6. Female supremacy sucks. The entire scene is gynocentric and matriarchal. In the rare cases where a man might be running the club, it’s ultimately women that are calling the shots. The fashions, the DJ’s, the playlists, the club location, everything. The social order of any goth club is like a church with a female priest at the head, and with a bunch of female auxiliary groups scattered about.

7. Fat acceptance. I don’t need to say too much here. Fat acceptance is all over Western Civilization. But I would say it’s pronounced a bit more in the goth scene than compared to “the beach scene,” for example. Hello goth chicks, your fantastic goth makeup on your face isn’t fantastic enough to hide your FAT body. If you can learn makeup, you can learn to lose weight and stay fit and in shape.

8. The invasion of “sexual minorities.” All kinds, but mostly gay males, drag queens, and transexuals. I don’t know what to make of this. On the one hand there’s a minority of straight guys that crossdress, look androgynous, or wear a kilt but are still obviously straight. There was always a shock-rock element to goth whether it’s influenced by KISS, or Alice Cooper, or Marilyn Manson, or whatever. And there’s usually a token gay-goth DJ at most goth clubs. The scene is used to an amount of people that are a little more weird than others, or happen to be legitimate “sexual minorities.” But nowadays, both subcategories have spiked. Maybe Marilyn Manson is to blame? Now at a goth club you can find gay men who think it’s another gay pride parade, or a gaggle of drag queens who just got off an Ellen Degeneres bus, or an OLD-ASS gay man wearing just a thong. Some nights you might see all three of those things. Ugh. Alas. Duly recall from my previous article that goth night is, was, and has always been about hot-chicks/hot-pussy. Having an over-representation of “sexual minorities” basically kills the night, ruins the club, and could possibly make “goth nights” go the way of the dinosaurs. You might ask who calls the shots at these clubs? The women do, that’s who. Women are just not terribly discriminating, so you’re going to get what you get.

9. I’m tired of drinking. Literally tired of it. The last two times I went out I was kinda done after 2 drinks. I like the occasional drink, don’t get me wrong. But is there a need to go through 6 gin & tonics from 10:30 PM to 1:45 AM anymore? Not really. Not to mention it gets real hard trying to look in shape week after week when you’re drinking that much.

10. Talking sucks. Some people have bad breath, for starters. Or, if you go out on the smoking patio to talk (I don’t smoke), yes, you can talk but then you go home smelling like other people’s cigarette smoke. Or, you can talk inside the club where it’s loud as hell and you’re basically shouting.

11. Actual politics. There’s actual fucking self-identified communists at goth clubs. Maybe there’s even some token antifa people there too? Who knows. But I’ve met a self-identified communist before and it wasn’t cool. What’s amusing is that token blax at goth nights are usually political conservatives, lol. I digress. Alas, I’m an ex-leftist and the radical left owns the public square damn near everywhere – even at goth clubs. It’s best not to talk about politics at all. But anyway, recall item 10 – talking sucks.

12. Sometimes you get cornered by a chick you’re not into. Maybe she’s fat or something. Or maybe you tried dating her and it didn’t work out and then she’s at the club and wants to pretend like you’re old pals again. Jesus.

13. Sometimes you get cornered by somebody who is actually weirder than you’d prefer. Maybe it’s the weirdest person in the club. We all have kind of a weirdness tolerance, but sometimes you find yourself wondering why you’re talking to the weirdest motherfucker in the room. Recall, the only reason I’m actually there is to try and score hot-chicks/hot-pussy. Talking to the #1 weirdo has yet to win me the hot chicks. What the hell?

14. People don’t know how to dance. Well, it depends where you go. Maybe in LA you can find people that actually dance. But, let’s be honest, people are just kinda making shit up in their own personal “zone.” Ok, that’s cool, and that’s what I do. I’ve done it a ton. I’m ok at it. I can even “fake it” if I got to. And to be fair, the “normies” at “normie clubs” are even worse at dancing than the goths are. Mainstream clubs have “dance floors” packed like sardines where people literally stand on the dance floor and slowly turn in a circle. It’s the most pathetic thing ever. I know this about mainstream clubs because I’ve checked. Imo, everybody should take some ballroom dancing lessons in their early 20’s if not before. Because if you’re at a club (probably a goth club, statistically) where you can actually dance in your personal “zone,” and you meet a chick who’s dancing in her personal “zone,” you can actually dance for real in a ballroom dancing kind of way when you combine zones. I’ve done this many times before and it’s great. But would you believe I’m actually a minority of men who have actually done that? Crazy.

15. People are getting old. Or I am getting old. Y’know, sometimes I have to think about what my original intention was with goth night. Ok, obviously the original intention was “getting a hot goth chick.” But there was an additional goal I’d had in the background. I used to have kind of a fear of dancing, and now I don’t. (Revisit point 14.) It took me about 5 to 10 years to really get comfortable with dancing. So I will say that was at least one goal I had that I accomplished. Whether I dance ever again or not, I’m really happy with that accomplishment. However I do feel kind of weird, and sad, that it’s possible by the time I meet “Miss Right” I won’t really have a need to dance at all. Doesn’t seem quite fair to have overcome “dance-phobia” but not continue to celebrate it. Oh well. Fuck it.

I may have more to add to this article. If so, I’ll edit this later…