Two months in New York, and I am starting to notice some changes. It's sort of indescribable, so I thought I should just post a current pic to keep you all in the loop.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash
Dearest readers,
Two months in New York, and I am starting to notice some changes. It's sort of indescribable, so I thought I should just post a current pic to keep you all in the loop.
Two months in New York, and I am starting to notice some changes. It's sort of indescribable, so I thought I should just post a current pic to keep you all in the loop.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Spill The Blood
Oh the novelty!
Oh the frivolity!
Oh the sluttitty!
Kids in New York actually celebrate Halloween. Like, it's kinda lame NOT to be costumed. After my second Halloween in New York, I have come to some conclusions about the laws of the dress up:
1. Women must be slutty versions of whatever it is they choose to dress up as. The origin of the outfit could be totally un-slutty (ie. A Rhino), then one must slutify for Halloween (ie. A Slutty Rhino). Nothing is sacred! Also, Halloween scary in Manhattan is a lot of ass, hanging out of not a lot of skirt. Apparently donning a garter belt is the new 'cut two eyes in a white sheet'.
2. Should a man have ever repressed any interest in cross-dressing, he may disguise this desire in a lady's gown, as long as there is blood spill. To give myself some credit, I actually came to this conclusion at the tender age of 16, as a student at my esteemed Jewish High School. Each Purim, (Jewish Halloween) the teenaged boys would get into their mothers Saturday morning best, denounce Haman, and still be allowed on the basketball team.
Being a traveler with the bare minimum in this 'backpack' of mine (actually, it's a rather large suitcase, with a hair dryer in it), I had very few items available to me, and that in itself was not going to be my 'Slutty Australian' costume. I found a pair of love goggles that my dear friend Brit had given me, and decide to be a Nu-Rave Brat. You can see love hearts when you look at lights through these.
And now all the people that I love:
ED THE RUSSIAN BEAR - Ed made this costume with his bare hands on Wednesday afternoon. He had never sewn before.
SHARA THE TIGERESS - This photo was actually taken at a weekend Halloween party. She was a fabulous Cory Kennedy for the real Halloween.
TIN THE SMOKING BULLCAT - I don't understand what Tin was. But he had a black tail and smoked a lot of cigarettes
STACEY THE HOTTIE - Stacey didn't want to leave the house. But I got her out. Her costume was just general hotness.
And the freaks I do not know:
Fun times in the big city. I even got to immortalise my name on the drying footpath of Ludlow Street.
Oh the frivolity!
Oh the sluttitty!
Kids in New York actually celebrate Halloween. Like, it's kinda lame NOT to be costumed. After my second Halloween in New York, I have come to some conclusions about the laws of the dress up:
1. Women must be slutty versions of whatever it is they choose to dress up as. The origin of the outfit could be totally un-slutty (ie. A Rhino), then one must slutify for Halloween (ie. A Slutty Rhino). Nothing is sacred! Also, Halloween scary in Manhattan is a lot of ass, hanging out of not a lot of skirt. Apparently donning a garter belt is the new 'cut two eyes in a white sheet'.
2. Should a man have ever repressed any interest in cross-dressing, he may disguise this desire in a lady's gown, as long as there is blood spill. To give myself some credit, I actually came to this conclusion at the tender age of 16, as a student at my esteemed Jewish High School. Each Purim, (Jewish Halloween) the teenaged boys would get into their mothers Saturday morning best, denounce Haman, and still be allowed on the basketball team.
Being a traveler with the bare minimum in this 'backpack' of mine (actually, it's a rather large suitcase, with a hair dryer in it), I had very few items available to me, and that in itself was not going to be my 'Slutty Australian' costume. I found a pair of love goggles that my dear friend Brit had given me, and decide to be a Nu-Rave Brat. You can see love hearts when you look at lights through these.
And now all the people that I love:
ED THE RUSSIAN BEAR - Ed made this costume with his bare hands on Wednesday afternoon. He had never sewn before.
SHARA THE TIGERESS - This photo was actually taken at a weekend Halloween party. She was a fabulous Cory Kennedy for the real Halloween.
TIN THE SMOKING BULLCAT - I don't understand what Tin was. But he had a black tail and smoked a lot of cigarettes
STACEY THE HOTTIE - Stacey didn't want to leave the house. But I got her out. Her costume was just general hotness.
And the freaks I do not know:
Fun times in the big city. I even got to immortalise my name on the drying footpath of Ludlow Street.
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