Well, I'm not at the punk/goth end of things (though I will happily drool over corsets, and particularly women in corsets), but I probably fit in here in other ways. Especially considering that most of the people I grew up with can't understand:
- how you can be bisexual if you're in a monogamous relationship, or vice versa (honestly, will people please stop conflating monogamy with monosexuality and bisexuality with polyamory?)
- whether my partner minds that I'm bi (he's bi too. It basically boils down to equal-opportunity ogling of actors in films, though I still can't believe he fancies Brad Pitt. Sometimes we have to go back and listen to dialogue again because we were both distracted by cleavage)
- why I have been happily with my partner for five years and love him to bits but don't want to get married
- why I stopped attending synagogue once I realised that I'm an atheist
- why we don't have a TV (we watch quite enough rubbish on the laptops, thank you)
Also vegan, disabled, a bookworm, a good little feminist, an obsessive quilter. I think people have picked up the erroneous impression that I'm terribly high-minded because I can rabbit on about classical music or 18th century literature or what have you (of course, I take something like the novel Clarissa and start focusing on the rampant lesbianism and interesting portrayal of anorexia and Stockholm Syndrome, and that's before we get to the BDSM in Coriolanus), and then scan my bookshelves and are startled to see that I have a certain amount of sci-fi. And that's the high quality stuff, they should see the daft urban fantasy and such I have in audiobooks.
Generally quite mad, and a keen fan of bonkers conversations in the small hours and jokes that almost no one else gets. And by now I sound like I'm writing a personals ad, so I'll shush.