Gothic culture fascination!

I have always been so fascinated with Goth culture. Black lipstick, seven inch heel boots with silver chains, long black fingernails, tight corsets and endless flowing medieval dresses- just so beautiful.
When I was much younger, I was surrounded by people who were usually always very narrow minded when it came to people who appeared 'different' aesthetically. This  caused them to assume that Gothic culture and every individual associated with it was relentlessly "evil" and "demonic". Being a gullible child myself (well, most children naturally are, obviously) made me instantly believe these assumptions were true as they were practically planted in my brain over and over again from so many people. I speak for my generation though- a LOT of people continue to think that gothic culture is demonic. So when I was younger, my mind was the only safe place I could be and it eventually became a place where I could think whatever I want without anybody else's contributions, judgments or opinions. Every time I watched a Disney fairytale or a film or even every time I read a book that consisted of a villain and a heroine- I would superficially admire the classy heroines with blonde hair and perfect complexions but when I was alone I would in fact admire the villain- dark, intimidating and eerie. I guess because as children, anything that seems 'forbidden' is even more tempting and intriguing. 
I wanted to share a little story about this time of my life- I was eleven years old. At the Primary School I attended the teachers would often give us magazines to give to our parents where we would be able to order certain books and book packs as well as writing supplies and stationary. I really wanted a book in one of the magazines that was titled "How to Write Scary Stories". I obviously knew I wanted to be a successful author at eleven... despite the title, a picture of a skeleton and gothic inspired sketches surrounded the centre of the cover. I decided I had to have it though I refrained from asking my parents to purchase it for me because I was ashamed of what they'd thought of me and what my friends would think. I saved up all my lunch money every day and finally had enough to buy it so I went ahead and purchased it. When it arrived at school I snatched it and buried it beneath all of my books in my bag. That same night when it was late I pulled out a mini torch and began to read the book. From what I remember, there were a lot of useful tips (I would write my own short stories every now and then because I genuinely enjoyed to write in my spare time) and quite the contrary, it wasn't as scary as I was expecting it to be. So using the tips I learned from this book I wrote a gruesome short story- well it wasn't that short about 9 pages in my excersise book- for a school project. The teacher assumed I had plagorised this story and contacted my parents. Nobody believed that I had actually wrote it. The next day I threw away the book in the rubbish bin after tearing pages out- I was furious. What I would give to have that book now! I've ravaged the internet and I still can't find it anywhere. And this began as a post exclaiming my interest in goth culture...
Back to that, gothic culture mostly reminds me of my childhood and my fascinations associating anything gothic and different to the norm and I'm still just as fascinated by it today. It really does hold a special spot for me.