Ah, Hil, that sucks. I have an AT session this afternoon and it can't come quickly enough. The area where my neck meets my spine is so tense I think a singularity may result.

For those not on fb: here's my costume from last night that only two people saw in person (I didn't go out b/c of weather): [link] I think I may wear it tonight, I'm selling merch at a vaudeville show. Let's see how cleavage affects sales...

Hil, may the rest of the day surprise you with ease.

smonster, I think the cleavage is likely to give a huge boost to something. If not sales, at least morale. You look simply delectable in that costume.

wrong thread!

Thanks, Andi.

If not sales, at least morale.

My morale is already improved.

Oh, wow, Ginger. I was looking at some parents teaching their kids bad habits by crossing the street in the dark where there was no stop sign. Even though everyone had their sparkly lights and flashlight cellphones going, you don't take a two year old on a really slow jaywalk. It's not worth it.

Does anyone get TorTers in apartment buildings? Every year I worry that the kids who live in the building will do a go round, and I don't have anything. It would be daft to stock up for the three kids that can get in.

My hairdresser appreciated my attempt at fancy makeup and my tiara.

I got my hairs did yesterday too! Or undid. My barber (well, he's not *my* barber, since they don't let you specify for buzzcuts, but he will pick me out of the waiting people to cut my hair, and we spend half of it joking how hard he trained for this very moment, how I'm the epitome of hairstyle complexity and sophistication) said volume was light and they'd get out an hour early--he was going to do Halloween in WeHo, and his costume was packaged meat--he was going to wear a g string and be wrapped in saran wrap with a price/weight sticker ("with your Bob's discount card, this cut is CHEAP) and carry a paddle for anyone who wanted to "tenderise" him. His husband was going as a butcher. He never fails to amuse me, and he also gives me a free head-wash in return for being allowed to stroke my stubble.

I wonder if straight guys have a sensual but non-sexual desire to touch parts of women's bodies. A fair number of gay guys I know have taken a charming delight in stroking my head or cupping my butt--I don't know if they're playing straight, want some strings-free touching, all or none of the above. But I enjoy light petting well enough.

More than one gay dude has fondled my breasts. I've always just chalked that up to breasts being a universal good.

Oh Ginger, how tragic. I'm so sorry for her family, and for that driver.

We got no trick or treaters, and I bought no candy in expectation. I did, however, celebrate my favorite holiday, the thrice-annual Half-Price Candy Day, by picking up a couple of bags of H's favorites.

More than one gay dude has fondled my breasts. I've always just chalked that up to breasts being a universal good.

I think--no, I know--I've had more platonic fondles than down and dirty ones. Ah, life.

I have been tempted to stroke the small of the backs of pretty young women, and I'm probably a 0.5 on the Kinsey scale. I just wanted to see if the skin was as soft as it looked. Plus there's the time I freaked out the young punk chick by saying she had a gorgeous skull and her bald head looked very nice.

OMG! dead of the cute!