What I Didn't Do on Halloween

I didn't go out, that's what I didn't do.  My small-ish town and my position in it kept me from doing it.  I cannot even think of doing a poor job, and too many people would say the proverbial "Hmm.  He sure is good at it maybe that explains the long(ish) fingernails ..."  It is my firm conviction that people don't normally think "transgender" or "crossdresser" when they see single things like cleaned-up eyebrows or pierced ears singly, but when they see more than one, they can begin to put it together.  But maybe I'm wrong.

Given my circumstances, I don't know if I'll ever be all the way to "I don't care" as Meg puts it over on her blog.  I have to make a living, after all.  So for the moment, when it comes to Halloween, at least, I'll just have to go on living vicariously through others.

Sigh.