Halloween is only a few days away. This year like last year I won't be participating in Halloween.
That's right, no candy for the kiddies. No costumes for me. Not that I wouldn't like to participate, I do. But this year, as in years past I haven't been invited to any Halloween parties. Oh I know, poor me. Actually, I'm just too old and too busy and too tied to my regular routine.
When I was a kid I used to eagerly look forward to Halloween and the whole trick or treat tradition. I was lucky in that I lived in a small town with a lovely street (Washington Avenue) with family homes ideal for trick or treating.
At that time in my life my family lived in a second floor apartment on Washington Avenue. This was the Fifties. When we begged for candy, it meant something because we were POOR. Yes, really poor so any candy we got was appreciated.
Now you probably will find this hard to believe, knowing how butch I am now but when I was a little kid I used to love Halloween because I got a chance to dress up in a dress. My ideal dress was a Scarlett O'Hara type ball gown. Oh yes, that was little femme "Ronnie", gay when I didn't even know what gay meant. Thankfully that period of my life didn't last too long, the wanting to wear women's clothes not that there is anything wrong with that. But folks, that's not me, I prefer Wranglers. I like being a male and all things male. I can appreciate the beauty of women and their clothes, remember I wanted to be a fashion designer. But the life of a drag queen wasn't for me.
So this year at Halloween I will just be an observer. If some of you are participating, I wish you all a fabulous Halloween celebration. Watch out for werewolf and ghouls. And especially watch out for the one monster that scares me to this day, Frankenstein's monster. Man, I've never gotten over that one.
