That Special Time of Year
Ah, Halloween. It’s that time of year when the twenty-somethings start sexy-fying childhood tropes and aging fuckers like myself say, “Right-on!” Sure it’s very silly, but for many it’s the only time of year that they feel comfortable getting there cosplay furry freak on. For the nerds, geeks, actual furries, it’s that time of the year when they don’t feel that they no longer need a venue for their self-expression.
Me? I’m putting my horns on this weekend. Everyone might as well see my true nature. For my neighbor, she’s letting her inner cat out. Of course her idea of a cat is something that wears a bustier and spankies. As long as she passes my apartment on her way to the next party, I’m not going to judge.
I hope everyone else is lifting the veil worn the other 364 days, too.