I was standing in the kitchen wearing in my multi-colored rave get up, chatting with my boyfriend before we departed out for the night. “I feel weird. I feel like a chameleon,” I explained to my him. We usually hit the goth clubs, and instead of my massive black kanekalon Cleopatra hair, I was donning hot pink cyberlocks and a blue tutu for the night. I felt like a traitor.
“But that’s why I’m Halloween. I don’t do it to be relevant, I’m doing it for the Hell of it.”
Because I think when it comes down to it, as much as I identify with the goth, fetish, rave, and pagan subcultures, I don’t fit into any one exclusively.
…But one term perfectly sums up my appreciation for all the above: Halloween.
Halloween is creative, spooky, kinky, colorful, tacky, and spiritual. And Halloween doesn’t take itself too seriously. Halloween has a sense of humor but also celebrates the natural cycle of life and death.
So I refuse feel like a poseur. Diversity does not equate hypocrisy.
I just submitted my measurements for my first latex order. I can tell this is only going to be the beginning of a new direction in my costuming and a new demand on my budget!
I’ve been designing new costume pieces that I’m hoping to start executing and experimenting with soon. Springtime has come with inspiration!
Upping the ante with every project, I am so excited for this summer.
— The Poison Diaries (via thepoisondiaries)