Anonymous asked: Dude, aren't you a little too dark skinned to be posting things in the steampunk and gothic tag? You do realize you have to be pale right?
oh please tell me you’re joking.
Bitch who you fuckin with do you know who I am I’mma take my hair down for this one lord Jesus I have an anger here now LORD SAVE US ALL Y’ALL GONNA BURN.
As someone who is a BFD in the Steampunk fashion world, I’m going to put this as nicely as possible: no, you racist asshole.
I am as pale as humanly possible, and that’s great. Josh is dark, and that’s great. But to say that a certain fashion is only for white people become of some inaccurate ideas as to Victorianism? Fuck you very hard.
How dare you.
Too dark for steampunk my pasty white Nordic arse.
I don’t even have words for how moronic and racist this is.
Fuck off, Anon.
Fuck off and die in a well.
Oh my actual fuck.
Hooo boy. Ok boyo, I’m about to get on a pedestal and tell you a story, open up your mind hole because here I go.
Steampunk doesn’t have a racial requirement.
Wooooah crazy right? “But…but…but…!”, you sputter into your tea (haha you said butt), “It’s victorian isn’t it? Victorians were racist weren’t they? Ergo…!” or perhaps “Part of the look is being pale skinned, iiiiisn’t it?”
No. No no. No. Look. a while back there were two episodes of two buddy cop shows who randomly did two steampunk episodes extremely close to one another. These two shows were Castle, and Law and Order: SVU. A show that understands nerds and fandom, and show that does absolutely no reseach in leiu of sensationalized ‘ripped from the headlines’ drama. Here was the difference.
Oliva Benson and Elliot Stabler have stumbled onto a strange, bizarre and unsettling dark sub-culture practiced in basements and smoky bars in secret, hidden away from the public. This culture is tied to a mysterious and deeply disturbing murder/abuse. Having tracked down a “steampunk” club, they descend into the dark murky basement of a bar. Scantily clad teenagers drinking dark wines gyrate to a dark thrumming music. Bensen and Stabler step inside. Their presence is noticed. As one the club turns towards the only light source, the open door, sensing the presence of outsiders. “MUGGLES!” someone screams from the darkness. Teenagers stop to hiss at the detectives as they struggle through a seething angry crowd. “Muggles.” passerby’s mutter under their breath (seriously, what the hell Dick Wolf?) Sensing danger, the couple moves through the bar and into a backroom where a group of dark eyed teens smoke Opium and hiss “mugglessssss…”
Castle, finding a case links to a steampunk scene, visits a local club where this subculture is practiced. His partner, Beckett, is a little put off by the strangness of the group but is immediately welcomed into a group of men and woman wearing victorian clothing and brightly discussing some topic of interest. A man riding a bicycle rides by and allows himself to be interviewed by the cops who inquired about his past-time.
"We’re just romantics, Detective. Look at the world, don’t like what we see, so we recreate it here. An oasis where human potential and ingenuity is limitless. Where there’s poetry and wonder and meaning even in death."
And that’s what steampunk is to me. It’s not about racial bias, or, clearly, historical accuracy and definitely not about skin colour. It’s about embracing the romance and beauty and sense of wonder that existed around the turn of the century. This idea that mankind was on the brink of limitless potential in the science and technology, but with all the beauty, tolerance and acceptance of today, or tomorrow’s, morals. It’s about embracing the beauty that does and can exist across the scope of mankind. I’ve been to a lot of steampunk events, and I’ve done my fair share of steampunking. Among these groups I’ve met people of every age, race, gender and sexual orientation. People who dress up as a different gender than the identify as in real life, people who dress more revealingly than they would in any other situation, people who feel comfortable and accepted and are welcomed by people who share the same idealism and wonder as the people around them. I’ve certainly never been shouted down as a “muggle” (seriously, what the hell Dick Wolf?) The thing I love about steampunks, real steampunks are how absolutely open armed they are. If you spent time around them, and paid attention to their actual way of life (*ahem* Dick Wolf) You’d see that skin colour, or anything should not, and does not matter. At least in my experience.
Maybe you hang out with a radically different steampunk crowd than I do, but I’ve always found steampunks to be accepting, generous and open to a fault. They have no problem with anyone wanting to join, or expressing curiosity in what they do or look like, and they have no issue with people, any people, giving steampunk a go on their own. Don’t be so close minded about it. Steampunk is supposed to be about romance, optimism and really really cool technology. Let some more people into that world and who knows what cool stuff they can add to it.