I've been wanting to dress up as Mr. Peanut for Halloween the past 2 years and haven't found the right costume. But I'll be damned if I don't get that perfect yellow peanut costume this year. I just have to sport a monocle and twirl a cane. I'll sexify this masculine ensemble with black fish net stockings and red lipstick. This is my version of androgyny--don't judge. It's worked for me before.
The first year I lived in Dallas, I knew no one. So when I was invited to a Halloween party I decided to go (by myself), but decided last minute. I didn't have a store bought costume. So I made my own, the best I could under the circumstances. I went as a man. I slicked back my hair, wore brown pleated trousers (sadly these were my own), a white button down, my dad's suit vest, and topped it off with a fedora. Oh and I gave myself a mustache--who knew that's what eyeliner was for?
I showed up at this girl's house party, a she as a he. The girls dressed up (in a group) as their worst bridesmaids dresses ever started at me in horror. They whispered "what girl dresses like a boy on Halloween?" thinking to themselves you know this is the only holiday where its permissible for a woman to dress a sluts and whores, you know naughty cops, sexy doctors, beer maids, you name it and she came as a man. Well I'll tell you what girl dresses like a boy, pencils in her own mustache and wears loafers instead of stilettos--a girl who could give a care, that's who.
And you wanna know what, guess who liked this girl dressed like a guy? Another party-goer, a male party-goer. And if memory serves, his interest in me lasted 2 dates--not too shabby for a last minute costume/gender change.
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