sHalloween ’06- AJ The Glam Goth

Shalloween, is just Halloween amongst gay men. Seriously. If Halloween is all about candy and dressing up for kids, Shalloween is about dressing up like a piece of candy for the boys. First coined by Duff , it is a celebration of shallowness and all things bitchy.

I decided to try a newer style~ Glam Goth . Many people didn’t get it. I mean Glam Goth seems almost contrived for a celebration for Shalloween. All those sparkly, yet black accessories & clothes. All the impossible fashions and yet no make up. Even a goat thousands of miles away doubted me!

Can’t blame them though. They don’t know how hard & long I prepared for the event. I dieted & worked out until I could fit into my super smooth/ shiny tight PVC pants. At a previous party , I tested out the black nail polish & proceeded to paint my nails at work in the morning! (Yes that made me feel like the office bimbo). I lifted weights in the afternoon & refused good food. I polished my sparkly belts & wrist bands. I had a collar on dammit!

There I was in my most campiest get up, podium slut dancing with boys & girls. Carnie, Teks & Drew and his bitches, they were all there. A boy I fancy here, a boy I fancied there, a boy I slept with here, boys I’ve slutted with there. *Yawn* They didn’t amuse AJ the Glam Goth. Rather, I tried not to let it show. Maybe slutty podium dancing isn’t the most effective way to attract men, but it surely is fun and energy releasing. Cheesy. Corny. Almost porn like.

“This is how I imagined hell would look like *Cackle* *Cackle* *Cackle*” said a friend.

Couldn’t agree more. Vampires, Goths, ghosts, men in uniform, characters out of movies & even Ju-On was there shaking his cursed little ass!

Some of the costumes were hard to figure but interesting none the less. But the boys who weren’t in costume were sorely plentiful. I had to pass snide remarks. Glam Goths are bitchy, right?

“Love the costume!” (When clearly he wasn’t wearing one..)

Bringing role playing to the next level was so much fun. And the endless flow of drinks didn’t hurt either. Another night of stories, exchanging of words, cheesy music, ass slapping, dirty disco dancing & laughs. I’m sure there are those who frown on these cheap thrills & temporary escapades, but hey, I’m keeping myself occupied until something else comes along.

I haven’t got much time to waste, it’s time to make my way
I’m not afraid of what I’ll face, but I’m afraid to stay
I’m going down my own road and I can make it alone
I'll work and I'll fight, Till I find a place of my own

Are you ready to jump?
Get ready to jump
Don’t ever look back, oh baby,
Yes, I’m ready to jump
Just take my hands
Get ready to jump

Madonna~ Jump