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message 1: by Kaje (last edited Oct 28, 2014 03:46PM) (new)

Kaje Harper | 16569 comments

In the words of the lesbian poet and scholar Judy Grahn, Halloween is "the great gay holiday."



From Castro Street parties of the seventies through today, Halloween has been a special day for the LGBTQ community. You can dress up in anything from leather to drag, wear a mask or make-up, be wild, be yourself, be someone else.

You can have fun, and people give you candy, but there's no expectation of spending time with extended family. What's not to love? (Other than the Christian backlash, maybe.)

So what do you do on Halloween? What part of you do you set free? Or are you happy to open the door and see the occasional little boy dressed as the tooth fairy or little girl being Batman? Any memorable (YA-appropriate ;) Halloween stories? Any places that stand out?


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Sammy Goode | 5380 comments I am sadly consistent. I let out my inner native american, dress like an Indian and sit on my front porch giving out candy.

LOL

its true--boring to a tee!!!


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Kaje Harper | 16569 comments My daughter loves decorating the yard with giant spiders... perhaps in the hope that it will leave more candy for her if people don't want to come up the walk?


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Sammy Goode | 5380 comments Kaje wrote: "My daughter loves decorating the yard with giant spiders... perhaps in the hope that it will leave more candy for her if people don't want to come up the walk?"

That is extremely clever. Although linking clever and your daughter in the same sentence is fairly typical. LOL. I just sit there and eat the candy. Tell her to put on an Indian outfit and do the same. LOL


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Kaje Harper | 16569 comments Halloween

There can be isolation in a crowd.
And silence, though the music shakes your bones.
Words can be heard, if never said aloud.
And glances hit as hard as mobs fling stones.

I thought, this once, my choices were set free.
And anything I dared to wear would fly.
But from the sharp disdain they aim at me,
I see that I was wrong, the more fool I.

A masquerade means something to this group
That isn't freedom just to be yourself
But stilted, formal, kept within the loop
Of pretty, boring, het and pure top-shelf.

My choice of lace and fishnet raises brows
The corset gathers looks of pure disdain
That pretty nun looks like she's making vows
To cut me, if I speak to her again.

I'm far too proud to turn around and go
Too stubborn to admit this is a fail
I stalk up the grand staircase, give a show
And put one high-heeled pump up on the rail.

Yeah, I'm in drag, so bite me if I care
For all your proper stuffy upper-class
There's not a single person here would dare
To wear the skirt that's showing off my ass.

I toss my head, and blur my eyes to miss
The way they turn away and sip champagne
And no doubt they will whisper, mutter, hiss,
"We never should invite him here again."

A warm hand on my shoulder makes me jump
I turn, and see a tall guy standing there.
He says, "Hey, gorgeous, wanna blow this dump,
And go somewhere where we can breathe the air?

"This lot may have the money and blue blood
But you can't tell me they have any fun.
I'd like to share some nachos, and a Bud,
And then maybe a dance. You up for one?"

I drop the pose, and take my first real breath
And grin, and tell this stunning guy, "Hell, yes.
All I'll get here is disapproved to death.
But are you up for a man in a dress?"

He shares the grin and says, "I think I'm up,
For anything that you want me to be.
Let's grab some beer served in a plastic cup
And you can shake that skirt-clad ass at me."

The vampire in the custom tailored tux
Looks down his nose at us as we go by,
My man says, "Hey, I bet that when he fucks
He looks as bored as that, I swear, no lie."

I laugh, and feel his hand warm on my back
And all the rest of them just fade away
And I start planning the delicious snack
I'll feed this guy, 'round noon, on All Saints' Day.


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