• Mon, Oct 24 2011

My Own Slut-O-Ween Story: I Was A Sexy Skunk

My senior year of college I worked as a seasonal employee at one of those generic big-chain Halloween stores. Out of all my many part-time plunderings, this one was surprisingly the least interesting. The most interesting part was my interview, which was conducted before the store had actually opened (spooky!) while the creepy Halloween soundtrack played in the background. Over the course of my 6 weeks of employment, I became very familiar with every level of slutty Halloween costume. They ranged from the eyebrow-raising questionable teen costumes to the full-blown Playgirl-endorsed ho-in-a-bags. The worst was watching as ladies enthusiastically selected costumes in sizes that were clearly too small for them. I mean, we even had a fitting room! All too often, ladies who were generously endowed decided to display their goods in ill-fitting and unflattering garments.

Needless to say, I was turned off by the whole idea of getting my costume from my workplace. The only costume I even briefly considered was by far the best one we offered, but it required going as a pair with someone. None of my friends were willing, so I resolved to unleash the crafty, creative person I just knew was waiting somewhere deep inside me! [tagbox tag="slutoween"]

I definitely wasn’t going to go as some generic, overdone costume I spent my evenings and weekends prowling among (police officer, kitty cat, angel, devil, etc). I don’t know how I came to this odd conclusion, perhaps I had re-watched Bambi too many times (at this point in my life I could not afford such extravagances as Comcast, so I watched a LOT of Disney on VHS). I decided to go as a skunk: The smelliest, least cuddly mammal! It would be so easy – dress in black, wear some ears, and somehow make a big tail and pin it on. Presto! Working in the Slutoween Factory must have had its influence, though, because I traipsed out to the party in the shortiest short skirt I have ever dared to wear. While I was a little sef-conscious at first, I quickly drank enough Witch’s brew to feel confident and totally own it! An added bonus of this particular Halloween (maybe it was the costume) was initiating some sparks with my then-crush, now long-term boyfriend. We started dating the following spring and have been together ever since. Can you tell which one is him? He’s in the photo where I think I’m staring at him adoringly, but could be mistaken as “creepily”. You can’t snag a guy unless you do at least a little creepin’ on him! And show some serious leg. I hope that’s not the moral of the story…?

This week, TheGloss is celebrating slut-o-ween and is accepting submissions about your own slut-o-ween costume. The best story will win a prize from TheGloss.
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  • August S.

    That is a very clever costume, those daisy earrings are adorable, and the intensity of your stare in the last photo makes me surprised you didn’t leave the party wearingly your crush’s skin like footie pajamas ( sexy footie pajamas, of course).

  • Bradley

    http://sluttyhalloween.net
    The slut o ween costume collection