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t h o u g h t s o n h a l l o w e e n
the perfect alibi
by Devil Dawg
OK. It’s late October, and you know what that means (beyond Christmas music in the malls). It means pumpkin innards on the
kitchen table. It means “fun sized” candy bars that are about as fun as they ‘re satisfying. It means if you dare drop an apple in some
kid’s trick or treat bag, your trees and windows will pay the price.
It means potential fun for you as well. It’s time to dress up in your fantasy duds, the way you really might wish to in public, with
two solid weekends worth of “get out of jail free”
cards. All courtesy of the feast of All Saints’. Ironic
isn’t it?
So what if dancing around a bonfire isn’t your
idea of druid joy. If you’ve been blessed with, or
worked hard for, a hottie body, this bevy of fall
events is when you can show it off, without people
sayin, you’re a show off. So do it, damn it. Dressing
in your sexiest most revealing and kinky clothes
may be the way to go. My thinking is that the best
way to celebrate All Saints’ Day is being a world
class sinner!
As a man who grew a moustache just so I could
shave half of it off to be a hermaphrodite for Halloween,
there isn’t much Halloween behavior I won’t
advocate. Perhaps the executioner is the way to go.
A face mask and shackles, leather pants, and kick
ass boots might be a look. A dungeon master outfit (one should attend every party) will get you a few requests for spankings.
If you’ve been reluctant about making the mainstream debut of your kilt, this is the perfect time of year to do so. When wearing
his, my friend Dennis never fails to get mulitple, “what ya got on underneath”
inquiries. He has a host of ways of the getting to the bottom of that question,
and the ever popular, “funny you don’t look Scottish.”
No Halloween party would be complete without a slave/ harem girl and
dominatrix. No matter what, be sure to let yourself go. After all, it’s not your
perverse desires. It’s a Halloween party. It’s not your fault, the caramel corn
made you do it.
And let’s be real. If you saw somebody at your neighborhood Halloween
party dressed up as a kinkster, wouldn’t you make a beeline for them the
moment you could shake off the people who were bragging bout their JennAir
range or SubZero freezer?
So this Halloween, you have to represent. Look bumpin’ and recruit all the
budding spankers and spankees, rope boys and girls to attend the next Diabolique
Ball (see back page). Feel free to roam the streets and attend parties
in full regalia free from recrimination. It’s your duty to give those tentative
freaks the gentle nudge they need down the slippery slope of perversion.
So be cool, and let them know this ain’t your costume, it’s your weekend play
clothes. And I call dibbs on the mini snickers bars and bags of peanut M&M’s.
Hold the caramel corn, though. I really believe that’s how they dispose of
industrial waste.
Above: Sister Axe grows her garden with chocolate eyeballs and a fabulous
habit and collar from Polymorphe that flawlessly combine with a high-collared
latex dress and latex stockings to challenge your taboos this Halloween.
Right: Stylin and profilin and beguilin in this mournfully sexy leather corset
shirt. Bad puppy wears leather muzzle with blindfold by Gaelyn, locking leather
Ren vest by Fetish Temple, bondage pants by Northbound and army boots.
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