I Want To Dress Sexy For Halloween


I want to dress sexy for Halloween. I don’t think a woman should dress solely to please a man or to please a man at all — I think a woman should just, very simply, dress as she wants.

And here’s the thing — I want to dress sexy for Halloween. I want. Me. Hear me out: I’m not interested in male attention (I have some special male attention right now which is pretty sweet, and I got it without wearing assless chaps). I’m not going to dress sexy for Halloween because I feel like that’s the best way to get approval from guys, or to be “sexy” in the eyes of man. Dammit, I have a brain, and I work it everyday in an attempt to be my version of sexy (which, admittedly, revolves around reading and video games).

I want to dress sexy for Halloween because I want to indulge in my own fantasy. Fair enough that it might be someone else’s fantasy, too — but that’s not why I want to do it. I want to do it because I spend 364 days of the year dressed like a regular person. I keep my legs and my boobs relatively concealed for the most part, and, as I already mentioned, I tend to focus on sexy as a non-bodily concept. But sexy is allowed to be about bodies as well. And I’m allowed to find my body sexy, and decorate it accordingly.

So here we go. I want to embrace my young body for one night of the year. I want to wear something tight and revealing and ludicrous that involves simply putting the word sexy in front of a noun. I want to be a sexy parakeet. Or a sexy Chinese food. Hell, I’ll be a sexy desk if there’s a costume for that. And you know what? I don’t care if anyone else thinks I look sexy or not. I just want to be able to look in the mirror and say, “Yeah girl, you look like a damn fine. I’d totally tap that!”

It’s narcissistic and indulgent, but I don’t care. I’m not doing it to hook up, I’m doing it because I want to look like the bootylicious babe I’ve never been for just one night. I want to see my own body as a sex object from time-to-time, because personally, I find a raunchy outfit acts as a potent aphrodisiac — FOR MYSELF.

I don’t want to be judged for fulfilling a fun fantasy. And by George! I will fulfill it! Halloween is meant to be raucous and revealing, and I’m free to go as I choose, without you calling me moronic or pandering. I can be sexy however I want, on whatever occasion I want, so there. Sexy victory lap pending. 

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