Slipping out of Character

IMG_4541Saturday Mr. Greyson and I attended a Halloween Bash put on by one of the local radio stations.  We didn’t really have a good time, discovering that unless you knew people already mingling just didn’t happen, not to mention the soundstage losing power for two of the five hours we were there.  But…that’s neither here nor there.

It’s been close to a decade since I last dressed up for Halloween.  I’m really a down to earth person.  Quiet, unassuming, rarely the center of attention and unwilling, for the most part, to make ripples.  I lean towards jeans and a comfortable sweater, rarely wear makeup and am prone to simply tying my hair up in a ponytail.  So when it comes to Halloween I end up doing more than just dressing up, I end up stepping out of character. 

IMG_4550I decided to dress up as a goth chic for the party.  It’s not really a costume in the true sense of the world, but I certainly was going as a different person.  My mom dyed my hair and I started dressing.  Each article of clothing seemed to be part of a magic charm.  Black slacks that fit snugly and flared at the leg.  Red corset, laced tight, with a multitude of tiny hooks up the front.  White ruffled shirt for some contrast, and because I simply am too self-conscious to go without something over the corset.  Then makeup.  Then the nearly knee high black boots with the 2.5″ heels. 

When I finally stepped out into the living room both my mom and husband were stunned into silence.   She uttered a hushed “Wow” and I watched him shift and his adam’s apple bob. 

Later my husband, when I asked him “Why are you looking at me funny?” answered “Because you don’t look like you!”  I knew then that I had succeeded in my costume.  Everything about me was strange, and I felt I walked around in someone else’s skin for the night, someone who wasn’t shy about baring flesh or walking with a sway to her hips.  I think it would have been fun, had the party we attended not been a disaster.  We’re planning to make the drive out to Cleveland to attend the Literary Cafe’s Halloween Party and meet Neve Black.  I think I’ll be dressing up the same, with a few added touches, and that this party will be MUCH more enjoyable. 

All in all, I didn’t mind stepping out of character, and I think I just might have to do it again for a private party with Mr. Greyson, and see what happens 😉



  1. love it!
    and yes,that party sounds way fun. i hope you all have a good time.
    esp you and the mr. at that um…private party :)~

  2. Oh – I love the hair! And the outfit! Hopefully Cleveland is a much better time for you both. 🙂

  3. Well, I hope Cleveland more than makes up for the disappointment of this past weekend’s “party” – we will expect a full report. 😉

    It’s funny, I hear lots of bemoaning (not in eroticaland but elsewhere) about the pervasiveness of what I’ve seen called “slutty” costumes. I’ve always wanted to dress up slutty myself (not doing so in real life that much) – and maybe one of these days I’ll get to. But it makes me wonder if there are a lot of closet sluts out there and Halloween is just the only chance they get to strut their stuff. Something to think about.

  4. Sometimes you just need that little bit of disguise to bring out the best in you. Hope you have fun at both your future parties! 😉

  5. Oooh you look fabulous!! What fun — it sounds to me like your costume was grand, as “dressing up” is what it’s all about, yes? Lovely!

    Robin said,
    “But it makes me wonder if there are a lot of closet sluts out there and Halloween is just the only chance they get to strut their stuff.”

    I seem to recall hearing or at least sensing that implication myself as well. Since I have tended to regularly dress like a whore since adolescence, that particular angle hadn’t occurred to me very much personally, but I have noted that some of the costumes(/Halloween itself) allow me to wear things in public that would not usually seem allowable/legal. I appreciate that.

    Are you dressing up, Robin? 🙂

  6. Am I dressing up? Well, I need to tomorrow for something -but on Halloween itself – I don’t know.

  7. Thank you, everyone, for your compliments 🙂 I do think that Halloween, like Mardi Gras, is one of those days when people take advantage of the excuse to do things they otherwise might not. Kind of a universal “Vegas Zone”…you know…what happens in costume, stays in costume, so to speak? 😉

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