On most days, you can find me in a black crop top, dark jeans, and Doc Martens, with thick black eyeliner rimming my eyes. Skull accessories and black nail polish tend to complete the look.”Why are you wearing that? It looks like you got dressed for my funeral,” my mother often says. My family’s disapproval of my style is deeply ironic, since Mexican culture embraces darkness in so many ways. In my experience, the Latinx diaspora’s culture feels organically akin to goth culture. During these unsure times, these identities, delicately intertwined, have served as an anchor for me.