She's In Parties

So, Halloween parties and such happened this weekend. I was going to dress as Unnecessarily Sexy Zoidberg in a sort of statement on the ubiquity of sexified women's costumes.  Not necessarily a protest, because women dang well ought to be able to choose what they wear on this or any other day. But just a statement that, eventually, when the sexified option is frequently the only option in stores, it gets just plain absurd and not even sexy anymore. Hence, Zoidberg in lingerie.

I still need to do some modifications on the costume, though. I don't like the face makeup, the tentacles on my face don't come out right and the reds don't match up, and the pincers aren't right yet. So I'll be debuting Zoidberg at a convention at some future date.

Instead, I gothed out this weekend. I gothed harder than I've gothed in years. I went to an 80s prom dressed as Siouxsie Sioux. Although I may have looked more like a cross between Robert Smith and Evil Sheila from Army of Darkness. Your mileage may vary:

After I took this, I decided the eyeliner was still too subtle and put it on twice as thick.

I will sing sweetly to you while I eat your soul.

Ha, the normal people thought this was just a costume...

Since my hair was still enormous the next day from all the teasing, and I was tired from dancing, and I knew it was going to take forever to detangle, I just put my hair up in a messy, big pouf bun, because I had to go in to work for a few hours. I was still feeling the mood, but I just bought a new skirt that I wanted to try out, which is pink and navy. I decided to wear it as a strapless tunic over black fleece-lined leggings, with a purple cashmere cardigan that was a Christmas gift from a couple of years ago. I accessorized with spike bracelets, my new green skeleton-hands necklace, my Plan 9 poster necklace, and plenty of under-eye concealer for a deceptively wakeful-looking, colorful, and still corporategoth friendly getup:

And then there was the Halloween party at the Catacombs underneath City Market. Oh, man. Best party ever. It was creepy, it was dark, the industrial music was thumping, the 200-year-old brick walls were dripping, and we danced on dirt floors. I just basically wore an elevated version of how I often dress when I'm not at work, with shorter, tighter shorts and hair that reminds me of Marie Antionette, if Marie Antoinette was a vampire. I kept getting compliments on my "costume." I mean, granted, I don't wear the corset every day, but I wear it whenever an occasion presents itself.

Princess Valhalla Hawkwind!!

My lipstick is smeared all over my chin. Kind of destroys the effect.

The reason my makeup got smeared all over the place!

I hope your Halloween weekend was as super magical as mine was! Did you hit any sweet parties?



And, because I DEFINITELY felt visible on Saturday at work and Saturday evening in the Catacombs, I'm participating in Not Dead Yet's Visible Mondays for this week.