Scientific Mad Love

So I’ve read a bunch of posts bemoaning the state of the world that people dress slutty and call it kink, then peel and discard like a used, generic condom.

Well, piss on that. I like Halloween still and I do believe it’s my favorite.

I agree, having your identity tried on for a night and discarded feels insulting. And it is totally better to live your life without oppressing desires.

But this day enshrines subversiveness. Or at least it used to. And it still does to me.

How fucked up is it to dress as a white tourist in the middle of a (mostly) black urban poor neighborhood with small upscale entertainment pockets? I thought it was pretty funny. Maybe I don’t feel as comfortable as I front here, but it’s pretty good.

I don’t think slutty is kinky. And I don’t need a special day to dress slutty. Cars have stopped and asked me how much as if I were a hooker before. Ah, spring. Strangely enough, that doesn’t exactly balance the times I’ve been called “sir” in my ski parka or whatever. Both types of incidents tend to happen in my current stomping grounds before I lived there.

I’m not as sensitive to the gender thing anymore, so I don’t normally dress quite as badly as I used to.

Hopefully, after enough Halloweens, everyone will feel more comfortable living as they really are.

**UPDATE** Perhaps everyone will enjoy a coming post, “All generalizations are bad.” : )  Two isn’t really a bunch.  And not everyone has to like my favorite holiday.  Oversensitive much?  O.K.  I think most (some) of the crow is down and I can hide the rest under the garnish.