Halloween death wishes, to each and everyone

death is a sexy man in uniform

Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have.

It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death…ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.

One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.

Content: James Baldwin

Time to stop shaming the slutty police-woman. And nun. And nurse. And…


We saw them begin to invade the Halloween party not too many years ago. They marched in with the liberalizing of our fashion culture. Around the time when skin-tight leggings began to be accepted as normal going out attire for the female population. And the females responded, just waiting to unleash their racy, sexual cheekiness (pun intended).


So we watched in awe, wondering how such small patches of costume could constitute a uniform for a police office, or nurse, or even for anyone regardless of their trade who is leaving the house, unless they’re going to a fashion show. Or porn shoot.

I judged it for what it was: a superficial fad. I appreciated seeing the beautiful female form, of course. But seeing it handed down from the fashion authorities, willingly followed by the female population was amusing.

But after so many years, I think it’s time to re-characterize this as more than a fad. And something to be welcomed.

These slutty fire-fighters (who really need to be wearing more protection) they are a lesson…a lesson in letting people be, and being happy with yourself. Because ladies, if you’re hating on the fitness of that ample-bosomed police-woman with the aviators, then you may be hating on yourself. Because what is she doing to you? Nothing.

And what if the hate may be based on what she’s doing for the female image? The objectification, you may think.

I say, Nay.

She is in fact doing the contrary. She is liberated with her body and her sexuality. So she is a lesson, an inspiration to you. She is a sister in arms. And legs. And lovely mouth. And all the rest.

Could these costumes be more original, and more fabric-based? Of course.

Maybe try going for She-ra next time.


Or Wonder Woman.

wonder woman

Or Kim Kardashian?

Kim Kardashian

In the end, Halloween is like Mardi Gras…it’s a masquerade party…where you go out to have fun. And being sexual is part of that.

So send the hate home, and bring your good vibes… and prophylactics.

The orange tide is coming. Do you smell it?

Pumpkin spice

The spicy, fall, candle-esque scent of cozy pleasure?

It’s sweeping in, like an old friend, arms wide, giving us a big hug. But it’s not an old friend. And that hug is getting in my personal space. A space reserved for lovers, or moments of severe sadness and empathy with another.

It wears a broad, clueless, orange smile and it’s crawling all over the human landscape; Even before the natural landscape has had a chance to turn. The cinnamon and nutmeg and earthy scents have parachuted in: A marketing mobile infantry.

The comforting, warming scents of spice injected into our food and drinks, into the icings on our baked goods, swirled into our coffee, and dropped into our beer. Before the cold, before the fall of Fall, the pumpkin spice cocktail has been blasted over us, like pixie dust from a soulless crop duster, or smeared without our consent, like glitter from an aggressive stripper.

It’s culture, and not participating is not an option. Because no sooner have you flinched away from the pumpkin invasion, you are thinking of that pumpkin spice, in your pancakes, in your malty beers. and you shrug, and order your tasty treat, because it doesn’t matter what you think. Culture has embraced the pumpkin.

And so you will, too.