Oh man... what happened?!? I had another article ready to go aside from adding pictures. Count even asked why it wasn't ready when I showed it to him. Yet something much more important in goth subculture has popped up that must be addressed right away.

I have a confession. For years I have hidden this aspect of my gothic personality and now its time to come clean. I even wrote and recorded a song a few years ago relating to the subject matter - saving that for the end of the article. I have lived it and it is clearly my lifestyle of choice. It is the type of goth I am and have always been.

I am talking about ToiletGoth.

So how did I discover my true self? It all started on the night of the 12th of June 2016. I was on my way to DecaDanse (a local goth/alt mixed genre night I also happen to DJ at). I was in a car with my friends Mel, Grant and Mel's dad Sean who was driving us. We needed to make a 'pit stop' of sorts. By pure luck (or what we would later come to realise as the ToiletGoth group mentality) we all needed to go. So we did at a pub along the way. Grant's toilet of choice was the cubicle as he prefers the isolation and acoustics of a smaller enclosed space. My toilet of choice was the silver pissing wall.

So I'm there blessing the urinal the only way I know how and Grant emerges from his fartress of solitude to see me still letting fly. He bursts out laughing because of the logistics of my situation. I'm wearing a frock and leggings so I have to lift the frock up and pull the leggings down to get a proper stream going without peeing all over myself. It is then he decides the following photo must be taken.