The Gothic has long been representative of various narrative and aesthetic limits. Initially used to invoke the persistence of our own restless and barbarous pasts long into our futures, the Gothic now brings to mind the signs and signifiers at the edge of what we know and understand rather than their wilful transgression — the weird, the eerie, the grotesque…

More recently, it has become synonymous with a largely outdated and aesthetically conservative subculture. The Gothic eats and humiliates itself, unable to keep up with the present, much like everything else; losing its own sense of the future.

Although this blog was initially born out of a long-held feeling that I’m not a very good Goth, I’ve more recently learnt to embrace this impostor syndrome and outsider perspective. Xenogothic is an attempt to rescue the Gothic from its own reflection and (p)reconceive of its futures. It’s an attempt at reweirding the Gothic — a Gothic that exists outside of itself.


On this blog, I write about philosophy, politics and culture — often all at once — resisting the reactive nature of an academicised “Cultural Studies” and instead attempting to create a new out of the everyday.

I sometimes sell merch at my shop, and occasionally self-publish books or zines, all of which helps me keep things tidy around here and fund some of my more ambitious projects. If you’d like to support this blog irrespective of getting anything physical in return, you can also “buy me a coffee” over at my Ko-fi profile.

If you want to say ‘hello’, feel free. You can email me at xenogoth@gmail.com.