Pandora's Box

So, for Halloween, I was suppose to dress up as a dog trainer. C and MC were going to dress as dogs. I'd planned out a little skit where I would blow a whistle and they'd jump through a hula hoop and I'd give them a treat. I've always liked interactive costuming. But at the last minute, I wasn't groovin' on how my costume looked. I just looked like my normal self carrying a hula hoop. So I decided to dress up as a cat instead. C and my couple's therapist had commented on how interesting it was to her that I was going to make C jump through hoops (literally). That kind of spoiled this costume idea, I think. In fact, it was our therapist's idea for me to dress up as a cat. She said if I wanted it interactive, C and MC could chase me around in their dog costumes.

The other component to that costume was that I'd just trained our dog to jump through the hula hoop and I thought it would be cute to have her jump through the hoola hoop, too. We had our dog dressed up as a scantily clad woman. I bought her a corset and these cute little socks with bows on the backs that fit her like thigh-highs. She didn't mind her costume at all, but she couldn't handle the crowds. Before we even got half-way to the Castro, she'd freaked out so much that we took her back home. This also dampened my enthusiasm for my "dog trainer" costume.

I had the gear for the cat costume from a few years ago. I hate recycling costumes. It's just not as fun as coming up with something new. But since I didn't have time to make anything, I caved in to being a cat.

In the Castro, we met up with some friends, accompanied by two straight guys whom I'd never met before. Within a minute of meeting up with them, I hear one of them yelling out at me:

"Show me the pussy! Come on. Show me the pussy!"

At first, I had no idea what he was talking about. But finally, I remembered that I was dressed up as a cat.

Now, I *love* to flirt - with men, women, animals, whathaveyou. But there are some types of male-female interactions I can do without. Subtle sexual innuendoes can be incredibly titillating. But these kind of pussy comments put me out a little.

I shifted gears to thinking of my Halloween experience as a sociological analysis of sorts. I listened in on others' conversations.

A woman dressed up as Raggedy Ann asks a strange man: "Do you know who I am?"

The man responds: "You're going to be naked soon. That's who you are."

The woman's jaw drops and she frowns at him before walking away.

I mean, if this guy had been someone she'd known and lusted after beforehand, perhaps that line would have done something for her. But apparently, he wasn't and it didn't.

I think the reason I haven't written in the last two days is because I'm still a little grumpy from my anti-climactic Halloween.

There had been a burlesque show happening on the other side of town on Halloween night. I'd really wanted to go, but didn't think I could convince C and MC to miss out on the Castro. Next year, I think I'll suggest we try something like that instead. The Castro's Halloween's have become somewhat of a bust.

Hope your Halloween was better than mine - and something fun to counterbalance the torture of this election!