Halloween truly is gay Christmas. Finally, an excuse for all those deep, dark, dress up desires to come out. Or dress down, as my case was. I decided to be a naked chef whille my good friend was my naked waiter. William was a giant silver…thing. I just called him a satanic disco ball. That boy is probably shitting glitter at this point. And he can’t be the only gay that spent a pretty penny on his costume…I’m sure I saw a few get-ups the other night that could have easily been a few hundred dollars. Except Furries…this is just another Friday night for them.
It’s also a good time to discover any little fetishes you might have. “Huh” you might say to yourself, slightly tipsy at the dance club “I guess I’m into Spartans. And Egyptians. And astronauts…but only if they’re wearing a helmet and nothing else.”
My friend and I decided to hit up Neighbor’s, and I must say I had a rocking time. Decent music, great costumes (or lack thereof) and I didn’t get stabbed! Hollah! I’d like to hear what else was good on the hill, maybe plan for next year, so any stories are much appreciated.
-Stu
Love the comic, starting from the beginning since I just found it a week ago… A note on furries tho (if you haven’t found out for yourself since this entry was made). Not all of them have those suits, called Fursuits. And not all “fursuiters” are furries. And probably only a fourth are used for sex. Gotta respect those freaks tho for taking the heat. It’s like 110 inside one when it’s only 80 outside. Probably warmer when fucking…