Having been a good little jw, I missed out on Halloween from the age of 5 on. Well, this year I decided to go all out. I partied down in the "gay village" of Toronto with a bunch of friends and pulled out all the stops on my costume. It was probably the least amount of clothing I've ever worn in public. It was a bit of a screw you to my past, in all its parts.
My costume was a hit with the crowd. I kept getting stopped to have my picture taken, usually by short Asians with cameras. Not sure if it was because I was tall, because I was uber-sexy in my naughty catgirl ensemble or a combination of the two. Regardless, I enjoyed my fifteen minutes of fame.
Here I am with my beau. I did his makeup.:
And here I am with my friend Brian, whose makeup I also did:
It was an incredibly fun evening. It required me to throw away many of my longstanding notions about "proper" dress, grooming and conduct. I blew apart many beliefs I was holding about myself. Amazing how one evening could do that. But it did.