sexagenarian halloween

You probably won’t be surprised to learn that a pope costume is not ideal for dancing.

At least, not swing-dancing and generic social dancing.

How on earth do the popes manage??

You have to hand it to them.

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And the mitre!! It was made for someone with a head twice as large as mine. I guess popes are swell-headed.

Trying to keep the mitre erect on my head was an engineering problem, one I didn’t solve satisfactorily.

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You probably also will not be surprised to learn that this was not a typical Halloween costume at my dancing school’s party. Every single other woman there was attired in sexy little feminine outfits, short skirts, net stockings, tight, revealing tops, flowers or fancy barretts in their hair, very high heels.

That’s right, I was the only one in a long white robe, white cape, and white mitre, though I was wearing purple high-heels and striped socks. But who noticed them?

I was also the only member of the clergy at the party.

‘All your sins are forgiven!’ I announced to S, who runs the school.

‘All of them?’ he asked. ‘I have a lot.’

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So what does this have to do with dating? some sceptics among you may be asking.

Answer:
It has to do with my feelings about masculinity.

Performer was away for a week, so last Friday I kicked up my heels as the pope and dissed a misogynistic masculinity. Yes, some of those feelings remain; I’m uneasy about an all-male institution that explicitly relegates women to powerless positions. It distresses me. So whereas others dress as vampires and ghosts and the grim reaper, I dressed as something just as scary…terrifying, in fact.

On Halloween, when Performer had returned, he took the non-dancing photo that is posted here. He hates Halloween (remember, we’re both ‘unAmerican’ in different ways), and he also had to endure a lobby full of trick-or-treaters (adorable, I thought) and the sight of me in my costume.

Hey, it didn’t kill him.

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It isn’t every female sexagenarian, fresh from the Manhattan dating scene, who dresses as the pope.

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Or is it? did you see any others?

Do tell.

They were probably fellow Sisters, ’soul’mates, mimicking the male power they’ll never have.

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Enjoy the picture now; it’s going to disappear in a few days.

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