Why Goth Women Get Judged for Showing Skin (and Why Your Opinion Is Anal)

Let’s cut the normiefucked bullshit right now.

If a goth woman dares to show skin—whether it’s a corset pushing her tits up like a sacrifice to the dark gods, a PVC dress clinging to her curves, or fishnets that leave nothing to the imagination—suddenly, the fauxpen-minded brigade crawls out of their basement-bully caves to clutch their pearls.

“She’s just doing it for attention.” “Real goths don’t dress like sluts.” “She’s not a true metalhead, she’s just a selfie-slut.”

Oh, fuck off.

THE HYPOCRISY OF CLEAVAGE IN THE METAL SCENE

This isn’t about empowerment—this is about control. This is about normies and mainstream feminists trying to dictate what a goth woman can and can’t wear, while fuckfluencers in crop tops and yoga pants get a free pass.

So let’s break this down, because I’m sick of the double standards, the pussy-politics, and the anal-manual of what’s “appropriate” for a woman in the metal scene.

THE DOUBLE STANDARD: GOTH GIRLS SHOWING SKIN VS. “ACCEPTABLE” SEXUALIZATION

1. “She’s Just Doing It for Attention” – No, She’s Doing It for HERSelf

Here’s the thing, you comment-corpses: Goth women don’t dress for you.

We don’t wear corsets, latex, or thigh-high boots to impress some basement-dwelling keyboard warrior who thinks he’s the gatekeeper of true metal. We wear it because it’s power. Because it’s armor. Because it’s fuck-you-sauce in fabric form.

But the second a goth woman shows cleavage, legs, or a hint of skin, suddenly she’s “not a real fan”—she’s just “a poser” or “a slut”.

Meanwhile, Instagram thots in bikinis and short shorts get millions of likes for the same thing.

Where’s the outrage for them?

Oh right—normies only care when it’s dark, alternative, and threatening to their fragile worldview.

2. “Real Goths Don’t Dress Like That” – Who the Fuck Made You the Fashion Police?

Let me introduce you to a little concept called individuality.

Goth isn’t a uniform. It’s not a rulebook. It’s not your anal-manual of what’s “acceptable.”

Some goths wear all black, no skin, Victorian mourning attire. Some wear fishnets, leather, and enough straps to restrain a small army. Some mix goth with cyberpunk, with fetishwear, with whatever the fuck they want.

None of it makes them “less goth.”

But the second a woman embraces her sexuality within the subculture, suddenly she’s “not a real goth”—she’s just “a attention whore.”

Fuck. That.

3. The “Feminist” Hypocrisy: “You’re Objectifying Yourself!”

Here’s where the mainstream feminism vs. real goth empowerment debate gets spicy.

Fake feminists—the ones who preach body positivity but only if it fits their normiefucked standards—will shame a goth woman for showing skin.

“You’re just playing into the male gaze!” “You’re letting the patriarchy win!”

Bitch, please.

If I want to wear a corset that makes my tits look like they’re trying to escape, that’s my choice. If I want to wear PVC so tight it cuts off my circulation, that’s my choice. If I want to dress like a dominatrix at a funeral, that’s my fucking choice.

Real empowerment isn’t about hiding—it’s about owning what you wear, without apology.

And if some fuckfluencer in a “This Is What a Feminist Looks Like” T-shirt has a problem with it? Good. Their opinion is anal.

THE METAL SCENE’S TOXIC HYPOCRISY: “WOMEN IN METAL JUDGED FOR CLEAVAGE”

1. The “True Metalhead” Gatekeepers (Who Are Usually Virgins)

Let’s talk about the metal scene’s favorite pastime: judging women for existing.

If a woman dares to wear a band tee with cleavage, suddenly she’s “not a real fan”—she’s just “wearing it for male attention.”

But if a dude wears the same shirt with his beer gut hanging out? No problem.

If a woman wears a corset and fishnets to a show? “Slut.” If a guy wears leather pants so tight you can see his dick print? “Metal as fuck.”

Where’s the logic?

Oh right—there isn’t any. Because misogyny doesn’t need logic. It just needs fragile egos and double standards.

2. The “You’re Just a Groupie” Accusation

Here’s another classic: If a woman dresses sexy at a metal show, she’s automatically labeled a “groupie” or “just there for the bands.”

Because obviously, a woman can’t actually like metal—she must just be chasing musicians, right?

Wrong.

I’ve been to more shows than most of these basement-bullies have hot meals. I know more about metal than their entire Discord server. And if I want to wear a fucking corset while I’m there? That’s my right.

3. The “You’re Too Pretty to Be Goth” Bullshit

This one’s my favorite.

If a goth woman is conventionally attractive and shows skin, suddenly she’s “not goth enough”—she’s “just a poser” or “trying too hard.”

But if she’s ugly by normie standards? “Ew, why would she dress like that?”

You can’t win.

And that’s the whole fucking point.

Goth isn’t about looking a certain way—it’s about being who you are, unapologetically.

If that means cleavage, fishnets, and a middle finger to society? So be it.

THE REAL REASON NORMIES GET TRIGGERED BY METAL OUTFITS

1. It Challenges Their Fragile Worldview

Normies hate what they don’t understand.

And goth women showing skin? That’s a direct threat.

Because it’s not about sex appeal—it’s about power.

A woman in latex and heels isn’t asking for attention—she’s demanding it. She’s owning her body, her sexuality, her darkness.

And that terrifies people who think women should stay quiet, cover up, and obey.

2. It Exposes Their Hypocrisy

Normies love to sexualize women—but only on their terms.

A woman in a bikini on Instagram? “Hot.” A woman in a corset at a metal show? “Trashy.”

Why?

Because one is controlled—it’s sanitized, commercialized, “acceptable” sexuality.

The other? Raw. Unfiltered. Dangerous.

And normies can’t handle dangerous.

3. They’re Jealous

Let’s be real—most of these judgmental fucks are mad because they wish they had the confidence to dress like that.

They wish they could pull off latex and heels. They wish they could own their bodies without shame.

But they can’t.

So instead, they project their insecurity onto goth women who do.

LINA MACABRE’S FINAL VERDICT: “I DON’T DRESS FOR YOU” (FULL RANT)

1. My Body, My Rules

I wear what I want, when I want, how I want.

If that’s a corset that makes my tits look like they’re about to stage a rebellion? Good. If that’s PVC so tight I can barely breathe? Even better. If that’s fishnets, heels, and enough straps to restrain a small army? Perfect.

I don’t dress for you. I don’t dress for your approval. I don’t dress for your comfort.

I dress for me.

2. Your Opinion Is Anal

If you have a problem with how I dress? That’s your issue, not mine.

Call me a slut? I’ll take it as a compliment. Call me a poser? I’ll laugh in your face. Call me too much? I’ll show you what “too much” really looks like.

Because at the end of the day, your opinion is anal—useless, forced, and full of shit.

3. Real Empowerment Isn’t About Hiding—It’s About Owning

Mainstream feminism wants women to cover up in the name of “not objectifying themselves.”

Goth empowerment says: Fuck that.

If I want to show skin, I will. If I want to cover up, I will. If I want to wear something so ridiculous it makes normies clutch their pearls, I. Will.

Because real empowerment isn’t about following rules—it’s about breaking them.

CALL TO ACTION: JOIN THE SINNERS

If you’re tired of the double standards, the judgment, the fake feminism, and the normiefucked bullshit?

Welcome to Venomous Sin.

We don’t apologize for how we dress. We don’t conform to your standards. We don’t give a fuck what you think.

We are the sinners. We are the outcasts. We are the ones who refuse to kneel.

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