I like to dress up. Not talking up to the nines, although that's fun too. I mean cosplay, animal ears, crazy socks. One of the best compliments I've ever had was from a friend of mine who told me she wished she could dress like me. This was amusing because at the time I wasn't even wearing anything spectacular, and this friend's an actor and dresses crazy all the time on stage. Not to mention I can be a mass of nerves and paranoia. Although I'm getting much better at ignoring all that. Think and act confident, then you will be.
Over the last two years I've been a 1920's flapper, a pirate, Maleficient, the Cheshire cat and Harley Quinn. Later this year I intend to dress up as Roman Dirge's Lenore and Suckerpunch's Babydoll. Non character wise I'm going to be a pirate, an evil pixie, a devil and hopefully a tiger.
It's just fun. There's nothing like indulging your childhood dreams of escaping and being something, someone else, if only for a little bit. Not that I don't enjoy being myself, far from it. Being me is fantastic! If only everyone could try it! Haha. Hmm, in a way I guess cosplaying every now and then is saving the general populace from over-exposure to the awesome I am on a daily basis.
Well, a girl can have her theories. :-P
Was a bit disappointed by my friends this year, chickening out because they didn't want to wear their facepaint on the train ride. The beautiful thing about that is that everyone at the convention doesn't bat an eyelid. Unless you're something awesome, like Daft Punk.
Everyone should get out more and have fun with it. My workplace had a masquerade ball last year and so many people just didn't bother. I want to throw a Halloween party this year, and something tells me I'll have more success if it's held at a house when people can drink. That's pretty sad. If anyone turns up in a half ass costume or as their usual self, I am going to lay the smack down... uh, down. Yeah.
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