Indeed!

It's very funny when you absolutely own them and there's just like silence.

Then ask them why. They will say "why not?" and probably look smug, then you reply with "Quod erat demonstrandum."

"to which follows: "I'd rather call me a spiderman fan"

I mean, I might have done a little bit of confusion, but I think noone has ever seen me sacrificing goats or biting bats... o.O ...especially since I wouldn't do such things even to a plush o.o ... sounds like it wasn't possible to wear black and respect life... "
That is a very uneducated way of looking at things, now isn't it?
Satanic Rule of the Earth #10: Do not kill animals unless attacked, or for your food.
Granted, this is a LeVayan rule, and not all of us are LeVayans; however, in general, Most of us would not sacrifice any animal. Most of us prefer Logic and Reason, and most of us generally respect the life and will of others. Satanism is a religion/philosophy of freewill, free thought, and revelry in flesh and life. Perhaps this post may not belong here, but, I simply could not stand by and watch another Satanic misconception go uncorrected...

Meaning?

Ah now, you have google.

HAHA! Now I understand! Nice!

"oh my gosh...who died"
my answer
".....you in a minute"(grins and walks away)

i usually am nicer but she was just to annoying.

another time someone asked me why i dont smile and all i say usually is either i don't have anything to smile about or i just dont feel like it.

I dont dress like most goths but i act like one so usually i get these questions if i dont smile or start listening to some "unknown" music.

Haha! good come back! Bravo! It really pisses me off when no one has heard of your like favourite bands.

One of my friends was wearing a skull and crossbones t-shirt and had an old lady come up to him, point to his shirt and ask accusingly "Who is that?"

I still think he should have answered "Roger! Jolly Roger."

Nobody has asked me anything like that before, where I live there are very few goths, and very few emo's, so I rarely have to differentiate the two groups to people. I do get stared at and sometimes I hear people talking about me and my friends, when it happens I'll stare back and follow them around until they're weirded out, it's pretty fun sometimes.

Oh yes, I remember being asked in total seriousness "Do you dabble in the dark arts?"

First thing that came to mind was "Yes. I paint and draw a little." Second was "What is this? Harry Potter?" I ended up saying "Uhhh..." because I'm eloquent.

Lol. My sister is quite negative about me even talking to goths but I recon it's a bit better than when I was interested in the occult! (I have still got two crystal balls in my room)

Once, on break at the grocery store I used to work at, I was outside (at the outside break table, cos it was summer and a nice day) reading Nancy Collins' A Dozen Black Roses (with *that specific cover*). This was also the time in my life I was far more flamboyantly goth than I am now; huge and immaculately-maintained deathhawk (but down and held back for work), no less than the palest foundation I couyld find and gobs of black eyeliner, even if I was just getting the mail, black nails at all times, velvet collar (cos I hadn't yet figured out that was a sub thing, to wear collars), and loads of goth band "flair" on my cashier smock (except for that button a friend of mine got me from his job at Spencer's, cos it was weird enough he knew I'd like it: "You cannot stop me, you cannot destroy me, for I am the cockroach of love." I lost that a couple years later, and I've never found one like it since. ), simply cos I was allowed to. So I'm on break, having a snack and reading, and some dude in phat pants and a Korn t-shirt came up and asked:

"That a Satanic bible?"
No.
"Crowley?"
Pfft! No --try Collins.
"Oh, you're into Wicca and not real magic?"
I don't see what's more "real" about the magic of two pseudo-butches with high-pitched voices and who were prissier in life than I am now, but you know, the title and author of my vampire novel are right on the cover. I guess you can't read too well --which is too bad for you, cos I don't think I've ever seen LaVey or Crowley in audiobook.

He looked confused for a few seconds and then went inside for whatever it was he came by for originally. Which, in retrospect, was deeply disappointing, cos I think he could have provided me with some great fodder for my rapier wit, had he kept talking.

OH BURN!