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Anyone with pictures of me from the con should email me a link so I can have them. Please? PLEEEAAASE??

Ok, first of all I need to say:

YAY! I got to see

professor!!!!
Albeit briefly, and she had the most wonderful gifts for me. *sigh* I miss her so much. I wish I could have spent more time with her at the con, as it was I was thrilled to help her out with her debate by aiming a very large BRAD at the fellow who needed spanking.

Tee hee. Oh, well. I am evil, you know. (And I was dressed as Satan at the time...)

Secondly, I wanted to talk about that last costume of mine.

Once upon a time, Hall Costuming was an opportunity to express oneself, to dress as a favorite character or even better: create a new character from an existing fantasy/SF universe. Those who were really good created their own universes, too.
Don't believe me? Ask Old Man

bradhicks. Go ahead, ask him.

There weren't contests, really. You wore what you wore because it was fun, or funny, or a chance to wear this get-up that you wouldn't get anywhere else. Not even on Halloween.

It was that spirit which inspired most of what I wore. (I realized in retrospect that three of my costumes were based upon mid-grade or cheap halloween costumes. *Shrug* go figure.) I've always insisted on buying pieces if I could, and making what I couldn't find. No reason to make a red devil dress if I have one in my closet from Halloween 1989 (dear God, is it really that old?).

But I digress.

On Saturday night, I debuted a costume that was based entirely out of my own imagination. I created a monster in my mind, and brought it to life. If I had been able to borrow the wings I had *wanted* to wear, it would have been perfect. I found the right store-bought costume to begin with, I used a leather accessory that I already had and added some bits and pieces. I then added a new necklace with the right icons on it, and painted my face based on the image in my fantasy. I absolutely adore being frightening, sometimes.

I should point out that by Saturday night I wasn't feeling the least bit sexy. I had burned a lot of energy before that point, and had carefully conserved all of my saucy side for the Masquerade presentation. I was as tarty as it gets, deliberately. and just for that presentation. Aside from one other point at the con (and thank you very much,

seardarklight and Fiance) and one other brief moment in the room, (OHGOD THANK YOU

thesigother) I was a mostly non-sexual entity at this event.

I was burning everything I had to stay vertical and be pleasant...and I wasn't entirely successful at either.

So I figured, "Perfect! I'll be a scary monster! I can glare and glower and sit silent and morose in the corner and no one will think badly of me!"

Oh, my dear aunt Fannie, no.

You see, the thing *was* impressive. Iconic, even. Despite the fact that it covered all of my usual charms, I became a throbbing sex-object in a way that I never ever was in a corset.

I went.
To Archon.
On Saturday Night.
Dressed.
In.
A.
Fetish.
Costume.
By Accident.

Specifically, a Nun. With Leather on. And a set of beads (not a rosary, mind you) that were the exact size and shape of... er... novelty beads...

People gave me the reaction I wanted: Surprise, respect, tiny amounts of fear and horror, delight.
People also gave me reactions I was entirely unprepared to deal with.
Like the guy who freaked out and begged for my picture.
"Ok", I responded and posed.
"No, no! You have to come to the laundry room!"
"Um. Ok?" He grabbed me by my beads and led a very bemused me to the little laundry room on the first floor. There was already some kind of impromptu party happening there and someone had spilled a drink on the dryer.
"I want a picture of a nun sitting on a dryer!" he exclaimed.
I pointed out the wet sticky mess and he TOOK OFF HIS SHIRT to wipe up the mess. I got some help up onto the dryer (which was also photographed) and this fella managed to snap the pic he wanted. He was very gleeful.
"OMG I have ALWAYS wanted a picture of a nun on a dryer!"
I'm always happy to be present at the acquisition of a fetish object.
I wonder how sticky his dryer at home is going to get?

But then, I went to another party. Slave Leia was making out with the Flintstones.
"OH," I called out. "I seem to have found the naked party!"
Slave Leia abandoned Fred and Wilma to come fondle me. Seriously, she walked right up and went for my breasts.

I admit I was a bit flustered.

I'm not normally flustered by such attention, but a pint-sized very drunk Slave Leia gliding up and fondling me very effectively?

*blinkblink* well, hello there!

Silly Habit, Nuns are for sexy things... in Fandom!

I guess I ought to bring it to Conflation, then.