Couroc serving piece
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Owl detailing
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Lithograph print
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Friday I was Sanctified. I went out with my gay friend Khahn to meet up with his boy-toy and friend in tow at Club Sanctum. Friday nights they host Goth Night, but I guess this is also a gay club in general (my friend likes to refer to it as Club Rectum..that is not the name I have given it however). I've gone to Goth Night at a different club before, Transylvania, but I guess that place no longer hosts goth events so it's moved to Sanctum.
I must admit, I had a great time. I'm by no means goth at all. If anything, I looked a little hippie in my pink flower dress (we were also supposed to have gone to another club that evening but we were having a little too much fun at Sanctum that we had scratched that idea out). Who cares though, because not once did I feel out of place with these people. I was actually out on the dance floor dancing away (Goth music sounds like the darker versions of '80s music, like Depeche Mode etc.) to goth in my pink lil' dress and didn't give two shits about anything else.
