NYC'S GOTH PUNK DOMINATRIX ESCORT
The Goth Punk Kinky Paramour
I am all for authenticity and self-expression. Fitting oneself into a perfect box is not my style. I’m into a lot of stuff from New York City history and architecture to collecting Victorian jewelry. But, my main passion, besides fucking, is music. I wear this obsession on my sleeve and I guess my aesthetics fall under some sort of dark punk goth rocker biker chick vibe. But then I clean up for lunch or dinner dates and look more high-end Park Avenue goth. I have the ability to shapeshift in a lot of ways yet still maintain my Ramona essence. I feel like the term alternative gets used too loosely these days. I consider myself to actually be alternative rather than just looking it. Unfortunately, I come from a punk scene where you had to earn “cred” and it did not come easily. I hate it when people are out to judge others and to tear them down. Regardless, coming up in the New York punk scene was rough; if you wore a band shirt then you had to be ready to name your top three albums by that band and your top three songs on each album. There was no representing an image or subculture without being able to prove that your outsides reflected your insides or that you at least weren’t only dressing the part.
Punks on the outside are often covered in tattoos. I’m not saying that people who are tattooed with skulls and daggers are all tough motherfuckers. I’m also not saying that people who know a lot about punk and listen to it subscribe to punk values, either. In my life, the sweetest and most sensitive people I have met are covered in an armor of fierce tattoos. I consider myself to look intimidating but to be extremely kind and sweet when treated properly. Once you’re in with me you’re in for life- a lot like being in any scene. Scenes are not easy to break into and I definitely consider myself a punk scene lifer. I most certainly earned it from years of running around the East Village and Lower East Side, playing in bands, booking shows, touring, raising hell and having the time of my life.
My friends and I with tattoos earned them slowly over years just like how we didn’t become punks overnight. It drives me crazy when kids in their teens get covered head to toe in trendy tattoos in a flash using their parents’ money. It’s a lot like the teens that went to Trash and Vaudeville, a punk clothing store that used to be on St. Marks Place, and bought all their studded punk jackets versus studding their gear themselves. You can see right through people who are trying too hard and real recognizes real.
Trying too hard is a bad look and getting into anything overnight is not in good taste. First of all, it’s extremely regrettable altering oneself permanently without really having a sense of who one is but secondly, the tattoos mean nothing. Not that I enjoy being asked what my tattoos mean (do not ask me this question) but each one is a reflection of a very specific moment of my life. The tattoo that comes to mind first that “means something” is a tattoo I got after a horrific bicycle accident in San Francisco where I broke my septum and fractured my sinus. Shortly after this, I visited NYC where I ironically got a “live to ride” traditional biker tattoo from a friend from the punk scene who worked at the now defunct Invisible Ink.
I was already riding motorcycles by then but thought it was funny to get a stereotypical biker tattoo to commemorate a bicycle accident. It looks like some shitty 1950s biker flash art. I had a black eye when I got this tattoo and we listened to the Misfits as he did it. A good memory to cover up a bad one. Tattoos are expensive and me and most of my friends got tattooed by friends slowly over the course our lives. And we have the shitty tattoos to prove that our friends definitely practiced on us and that our tattoos have no monetary value- just value in our hearts. All of my tattoos are black and white and most are influenced by traditional “trad” tattoo styles, biker tattoos, and Japanese tattoos that are done with a post Horiyoshi III tattoo gun style. I even went to Yokohama to get a Horiyoshi III Sakura serpent tattoo. What an honor it was to get tattooed by that legend!
You can tell most my tattoos are influenced by traditional 70s biker and punk tattoos. I was never riding bitch to a Hells Angel (even though I lived near the clubhouse in Oakland for a spell) but I did ride the shit out of vintage Hondas. You’d never catch me on a Harley. As a punk, Harleys are too flashy, the parts are too expensive, and the DIY aspect of being able to work on your own bike was not as easy as it was with a 1970s or 80s Honda. I can read a vintage Honda schematic. I would have no idea what was going on with a fuel injected motorcycle. I am only familiar with carburetors…not that I eat carbs.
Anyway, this was just meant to be a short musing on my tattooed punk aesthetic. The goth is thrown in there because I love Sisters of Mercy and only wear black. I look more cleaned up goth biker chick than ‘77 punk these days. Lots of leather, black miniskirts, boots, Wolfords, and eyeliner. I have my own aesthetic and it’s authentic. I think authenticity is the main reason why you are drawn to me and continue to stay. I am who I am and you know me. Even before you meet me, you know me- I put it all out there. I’m your goth girlfriend, your punk Mistress, your alternative escort, or your favorite dominatrix with a heart of gold.
I’m real and I’m yours.
Your Punk Rock Mistress,
xx Ramona who loves the Ramones
