OnLeigh You

Well, if you recall, I threatened that we were dressing as deceased lifestyle artist Leigh Bowery for Halloween, and here are how the outfits turned out. They are a simple combination of 15 yards of fabric, four gloves, 500 pink paillettes, including those that have dropped off in my glittery wake, and a replica WWI helmet.
They are great to drink and dance in, but terrible to eat, negotiate cramped parties, and do rifle practice in. After 6 clubs and parties, a total of 6 people identified our artist, which was 5 more than we expected. I was somewhat surprised that when I ran into friends and acquaintances, I was recognized as myself with 100% accuracy. Apparently, my voice is distinctive, as is my propensity for yelling. However, two of my friends said that talking to me in the mask for extended periods of time was "creepy."
I found that answering the question "What are you?" with the actual answer, "Leigh Bowery", was tedious after awhile, because if we were not recognized immediately, giving the answer did not help the observer. Some of my alternative answers were:

I'm wearing a new garment that combines traits of Christian and Conservative Muslim faiths, and I'm calling it a Sex Burqua.

I'm a clown in the Federal Witness Protection Program.

I'm a member of the Gorgeous Ladies of Mexican Wrestling, GLOMW.

Probably the high point of the weekend's activities for me was when we ran a costumed 5K this morning, and when traversing a bum-populated overpass, several urban campers favored us with a rendition of "The Eye of The Tiger", by Survivor.

Our final count for Halloween was THREE costume contests won, one of which Thom had to pull off solo, and one of which we won despite having already left the bar.
Hooray!

Postscript: If you're interested in being Leigh Bowery this Halloween, two very nice costumes are available! Write me!