I’m a tall slender gypsy with midnight black hair long enough to just caress my derriere. When I walk through a room, most men (and a few women ) start thinking of sweaty bodies entwined on a bed of deep-red rose petals. When I dance, I can make your heart sing with joy or weep with sadness or I can show you the mysteries of the universe. I can look into your soul and tell you your future.
Halloween candy is over there - all of your favorites are there. We have pirate’s grog (a rum punch that will shiver your timbers) and witches brew (I don’t know what’s in it, but two drinks and you’ll wake up in a strange bed with nothing on, a black cat staring at you, and a very satisfied feeling!)
I’ll be dressing as a French Maid this evening. My costume consists of a black, off the shoulder, low cut mini-dress with a delicate lace choker and lace wrist cuffs, tiny white apron, black fishnet stockings, and 3 inch spike heels. And no, I will not be cleaning up after the party.
I’m also bringing a bottle of my homemade wine. Anyone who wants a glass, come and get it.
hmmmm - comfy or elegant… I could wear footie pajamas and be a cuddly teddy bear or I could wear a flowing gown and lots of jewelry and be a grande dame… Guess it depends on who wants to cuddle… decisions decisions…
Tarma of the Shin’a’in, except I do feel desire. Lean, agile, and skilled in weapons. I’ll be in black leggings, a black tunic with a silver mesh belt, and a silver circlet in my short black hair.
I’m wearing low-slung, tight leather jeans, a bejeweled bustier, motorcycle boots with 3.5 inch chunky heels, and a sterling silver hip flask filled with Stolichnaya Limon. Who am I supposed to be? Um, someone who can look good in this outfit, that’s who.
My costume today has been described by numerous people as a goth kitty. I for one think I look sexy. Black always has been my color. Oh, and you can sign me up for come of the witches brew.
Damn you Aglarond! You’re detracting from my Tinker Bell costume that I worked so hard to put together!
Anyway, I’m gonna get trashed tonight and scare the hell out of some of those little rats running around begging for candy! Maybe I’ll perch myself on top of the house with a cooler and the hose…
My heaving bosom is held high by this bustier-type thing. The skirt is made nice & full by a rustly red petticoat. My puffy sleeves hang dangerously low off the shoulder, and in my hands are four mugs of a tasty brown ale.
My naturally curly red hair hangs enticingly down my neck, and my eyes have a sassy “if you can catch me, you can have me–maybe” look in them.
It’s been decided by a higher power that I must always be a cowperson for halloween. I’ve been that every other year since I was three. WHo am I to buck the trend? (oh boy. Pun not intended.)
I walk in wearing a short denim skirt, just a little bit longer than the twin holsters strapped across my waist. Tan cowhide boots with the highest solid heel you can get in a cowgirl boot. Nice tooling on all the leather, of course. My yellow western shirt with embroidered roses on the yoke is tied up in the front. Beat-up tan hat tipped back on my dark-blonde hair. (It’s short; I can’t do anything with it, and I can’t imagine myself in long hair anymore. Oh well. Short dark-blonde hair it is, then.)
(Incidentally, except for the skirt – I’m in jeans and chaps – and the shirt – it’s too cold to tie it up in front tonight – that’s what I’m actually wearing.)
Paintball gun. If you turn it down, it won’t hurt. And, it’s stealthy enough that they’ll have trouble pinpointing your location. Not that I advocate doing that or anything.
Oh, wheee! I’ll be Kali, the Hindu Triple Goddess of creation, preservation and destruction. Since it’s Halloween, I’ll come as her Destroyer aspect: “squatting over her dead consort Shiva and devouring his entrails, while her yoni sexually devours his lingam.” I got plenty o’ arms, a kick-ass tiara, and I think one of these 1000 skulls around my neck has a fine batch of soma.
Demo: you really make a swell Tinkerbell!
And do y’all think UncleBeer has anything on under that trenchcoat, or is he just trying to scare the kiddies???
Silver Fire - is that Cinderella before or after midnight?
Spider Woman - so glad you could make it! The guys will have to watch out for those claws!
Rosebud - Of course your wings work! Is it my imagination or does the strategically placed glitter become transparent if you just catch it from the corner of your eye?
T-Bill - ummm, I think people are supposed to put bills in your g-string.
Eve - classy as usual!
Rachelle - French maids never clean anything! They only dust a little and only things that require them to bend over You make a gorgeous French maid.
Aglarond - (ahem) nice costume - I like the blue eyeshadow and pink tutu.
FairyChatMom - this is a magic party - anything you wear will be comfortable.
Balance - :low, sultry growl: Here, have some of the witches brew.
Falcon - you sure are beautiful (both here and IRL)
Jekeira - works for me, and honey you do look good.
hypergirl - I don’t know, did you bring the witches brew?
Demo - I’m sure there’s room enough for two fairies at this party :rolleyes: And sqrlcup, matt and esprix haven’t shown up yet.
Persephone - nice heaving bosom! I love the bustier.
racinchikki - maybe we can find a horse to go with your outfit?
) start thinking of sweaty bodies entwined on a bed of deep-red rose petals. When I dance, I can make your heart sing with joy or weep with sadness or I can show you the mysteries of the universe. I can look into your soul and tell you your future.
