Scarves Around Waist.
 

Upon doing "The Goth Test", I came across the question "Do you tie an obscene number of scarves around your waist."
The next question was "Do you know what this symbolises?"
What does it symbolise?

Do you remember those rubber bracelets that came out a few years back, the ones that signified different sex acts that you were willing to participate in?

I think those scarves were the orignal version, back about 30-40 years ago, though for some reason, I think they were bigger in the gay community...

Uh... really?

....man, now I feel stupid.... *runs off to her room to remove scarves*

Wow, look.. my nemesis of a question.

Still haven't got a sensible answer from anyone. Everyone just "thinks" this and that, and my meticulous scans of wikipedia, fashionsites, gothsites and whatnot has not rendered a satisfactory answer. I know for sure that both AE and Peter Murphy on several occasions wore a black scarf tied around their waist, amongst many other goth-artists ...and I wonder what neat sex act black represented in that case. :cool:

Well, black bracelets mean just basic sex.

Really, I was just spouting back what someone else said in the Goth Test thread. You remember, the one with the question about the large inflatable banana?

One of these days we GOT to scrounge up the answer. :D

It drives me, quite elegantly, insane. :)

I sometimes have a scarf around my waist when I'm in pirate mode... a tassled scarf makes an excellent sash.
It may actually just be fashion. I used to wear a metric fuckton of black jelly bracelets because I don't like it when my wrists are bared to the world at large. The fact they were fashionable made it easy to lay hold of them. I wear tiny skulls instead now, and would advise not to read heavily into anything of a fashionable nature.

That I know what every single one of those ridiculous colored bracelets mean is due largely to the fact that my friends took them very seriously.

Very, very seriously.

Needless to say, I never wore them. (shudders)

But I understand that to most people, they were just the current trend.

Hm, I'll think I'm going to start wearing one when I'm out and see if anyone says anything... and it looks pretty good in my humble opinion. Would probably go well with my twin belts.

There is now an only partially obscene temptation blossoming in me to combine every dodgy accessory I can in some workable deathrock manner and see if people play Guess-The-Questionanable-Sexual-Practice with me.

I seriously envy your BF now. :cool:

I don't have *that* many questionable sexual practices, and not the first clue as to the meanings of the assortment of scarves and bangles, and nor do I wish to (well, scarves and bangles anyway...). I only want to do this for the purpose of playing with people's head, which is an entertaining and enlightening pastime.

Hence the envy. People who push boundaries in their own eccentric way are interesting.

Ah, a pity you're not a local, Meth, or I'd send you to deal with the crowd at Betty Ford Clinic while I took care of Dead and Buried.

Right. I don't think a drug rehab facility is as fun as a gothic nightclub... That's the wrong kind of eccentricity. ;)

Edit: whoops! Read too fast. Clinic, Center.. ah.. great difference. One's a club, the other is not. *goes pale, the gothic way of blushing in embarassment*

Haha, how adorable. I know so few who genuinely blush.
Betty Ford Clinic is a goth club in London. It used to compete with my pet night, so I've avoided it. But it's moved now, and no longer clashes. Which is good, as we were on the third Friday of every month before any other club in town was.

Just to give information:

Black: Sexual intercourse
Blue: Blow job or lap dance
Green: Cunnilingus, outdoor sex, or hug
Clear: Their choice
Orange: Just a kiss
Yellow: Hug
Red: Lap dance, French kiss, or oral sex
Purple: Holding hands
Silver: Fisting
White: Flash your breasts, same-sex kiss, or French kiss
Pink: Flashing
Gold glitter: Make out
Brown: Analingus
Glow in the dark: Using sex toys, e.g. vibrators, dildos, etc.

I actually couldn't remember some of them and had to look them up.

There are only about three on that list that, were I to observe the code, I'd not wear- with regards to current mate, at least.

*ahem* Yes, well, they kind of make me uncomfortable. People in general make me nervous, and when they are wearing them seriously, it always makes me extremely nervous. I just don't like knowing about what a complete stranger is willing to do.

(Yes, Lapin is practically a nun)

Ahhh... Delkaetre went through a 'practically a nun' stage as well.
Then I moved out of Northern Ireland, into a fresh new social scene, away from my family, and discovered entirely new sides to my previously exclusively bookish self.
The nunnishness passes, if you let it.

I just take a very long time to get used to people. Especially with the touching part.

Yes. Touching remains a bit of a bugbear for me. On some days I am friendly, tactile and welcoming. And on other days I remain friendly and welcoming, and flinch everytime someone comes within a foot of my personal space, to the point of drawing away at physical contact.
You can imagine that hugs from friends and kisses on the cheek from the more European has taken some time to get used to.
But, you do get used to it.

I was not a particularly friendly person for a long time, and as such, went without contact for a while. It's still a bit foreign to me, the physical intimacy of friends, especially the ones who kiss.

I've gotten used to it with my close friends though. It's just one of those "Do I know you well enough to be able to spell your middle name? No? Then back away."

I've evolved to the point where, if I know they first name, taste in music, see them at the same clubs as me and we're mutually friended on LJ, I'll tolerate contact.
Also, if someone's introducing a friend of theirs who's just over from Spain/France/Italy, I'll be polite and conform to etiquette. I don't want to be rude because someone's culture is significantly different to mine.

I understand the France/Italy/Spanish thing. We had a few exchange students over here from Italy who were a bit confused as to why they were getting strange looks when they greeted people.

For some reason, I was more comfortable with them doing it, maybe because it meant absolutely nothing to them. (confused expression) I don't know, maybe I'm just slightly mad.