Halloween is your Second Chance

Is there a day that you're allowed to look ridiculous and exhibit your true soul in public without any legal consequence or be rushed to the nearest loony bin? Or be someone who you are not but wish to be? Halloween is really conceptually a "my secret self" day. It's not about the $39.99 cheesy costume randomly chosen and available in all suburban strip malls nationwide, but the deep and thorough character search that creates this alter ego of your chosing.

It's an intuitive subconscious plot, role playing taken to the real world with real live people to support your cause.

Do you suffer from an inferiority complex? You always secretly wish to be a righteous beautiful all mighty Goddess, King, or any cape wearing immortal figure wielding magical super duper power with flowing hair and a phallic prop to bestow blessing and curses to those who cross your path?

Or does your true humanitarian qualities manifest in the form of a fireman, soldier, policeman, captain, doctor, or any primary color wearing Super hero?

Do you find cultures, icons, and objects curious? Elvis, Sumo Wrester, Powder Puff Girl, Betty Ruble, Geisha, Grim Reaper, Jesus Christ, M&M's, Dorothy, Louis XIV, Double Double Burger, Freddy Couger, Groucho Marx and all human figure and things created on this earth.

For the sexually repressed or the sexually insatiable, there is the ho', pimp, and any characters imaginable skanked up. This has become the trend for women's Halloween costumes: to sexualize anything and anybody. Normally conservative, unglamourous and somewhat mundane, these roles have now taken a whole different level of sex appeal. Luscious librarian, mama mia maids,wild and wicked witch, naughty nurse, porn princess, kinky kitty, hottie hillbilly, basically babelicious anybody and of course my favorite, Seargent Sexy. "You're under arrest for possession of a weapon. Whad' you've got there in your pocket? Looks big and dangerous....hands up and bend over while i frisk you....gonna cuff you and give you a good spankin' ...then you tell me who's got the bigger baton, you bad bad bad little boy ...."

But my admiration and applause really goes to those who use scissor, sewing machine and glue. Arts and craft all over. Real treat to see a costume not Made in Taiwan. Best costume I ever saw was a "One Night Stand". No it wasn't a slut in fishnet with 5" heels. It was literally a night stand. He constructed a table (night stand) made from cardboard and cut a hole where his head would stick out. He covered the "table" with a tablecloth and decorated his night stand with a flower vase, lamp, and books. Brilliant. And certainly he got more attention than someone blatantly showing t and a's. As a matter of fact, his noncomforming creativity may have just net him a "one night stand" offer. It's the Law of Attraction at work. He wore his one night stand in hopes of getting a one night stand. Brilliant.

If clothes make the man, consequently, we are what we dress. Your body language, speech, and demeanor becomes the character you create. It's a day we can temporarily experiment being somebody else or show another side of ourself. Your true secret self.