Halloweeny Duos – Halloween IX

The problem about gay Halloween in Oak Lawn is not only gender confusion or “who’s who”, but also “who’s with whom.” Making that determination appears highly hazardous and I will not venture to make a guess. It’s your call.

A couple (or not) of non-teeth brushers.

The Golden Boy and a woman. That one, I am SURE was a woman!

Death can be becoming with the appropriate flowery hat

Ok so perhaps the devil is not wearing Prada after all…

Redefining the mini-dress

Strange combo of non-coordinated costumes

“I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.”

A familiar face! The “Who you callin’ a fairy” boy from the Gay Pride Parade!

Striped-coordinated

Minimalist costumes – tres in vogue!

Who came first? The troll or the slutty chicken?

“It wasn’t us!”

Oh yes it was you! Practicing the hands-on approach with the practical big hands!

Tonight is another round of Halloween festivities. I feel slightly Halo-weened. I might not go photograph gay Halloweenies tonight (for a change) but instead stay home, turn off the lights, and eat all the candies I had bought for the trick-or-treaters. Just because I can.

Funny Halloweeners – Halloween VIII

More than scary costumes, I like the funny ones. In Oak Lawn, there were definitely a few that stood out last Saturday.

In the category “not practical, not comfortable, and a little bit before its time”: the Christmas Tree

In the category “I’m so damn scary I’m funny”, the ultimate underwear model

In the category “Dorin gets arrested once again”, Dorin gets frisked by Homeland Security

In the category “unbelievably hairy”, Vinyl Cop

In the category “Walk like an Egyptian”, eight of them. Not walking, but very Egyptian nonetheless.

In the category “accessorize your costume with a small child”, a very successful use of a 5 year old.

And finally in the category “most unpractical ways of getting tattooed”, someone gettin’ tattooed comfortably reclining on a motorbike.

Getting tattooed on a motorbike on a sidewalk is what I would tend to call an impulse tattoo. Probably more funny to watch then to wake up to in the morning…

He-She Fragility – Halloween VII

Most of the wo-men I saw on Oak lawn at the block party wore “exagerated” women artifacts (read triple Ds) but two stood out of the crowd. They had not bothered much with fake. They seemed simply ambiguous.

Elegant

Not as elegant… but strangely feminine

Up close incredibly unsettling

In all honesty, the annoyance in her face could arise from me holding her captive with my camera. I just would not let her go (think rabid dog), and she obviously had better things to do than to hang out with me. Still, no way was she going to pass me by… then she intimidated me with a VERY loud sigh and I lost her to the crowd.

A Bit o’ Cowboy Lovin’ – Halloween VI

Texas, boldest and grandest, and land of mighty cowboys. Right. Except that, in Dallas, I see a whole lot more suits than cowboy hats. Raised on JR and Jock Ewing, I’ve always felt cheated and entitled to a refund.

Then… last Saturday, at the Oak Lawn Halloween Street Party, I got an eyeful that probably compensates for the 15 years of cowboylessness.

At first, innocent enough, even though bare-chested and nipple-pierced

Then he turned around.

The new version of Rub the Buddha Belly, Texan style

Married women getting a bit of cowboy action

I plan on writing a letter to David Jacobs, the creator of Dallas, the TV show. He obviously completely missed the mark on that one.

Street Ambiguities – Halloween III

Halloween in the Gay neighborhood of Oak Lawn happens WAY before Halloween. You walk the streets and wonder if folks are regular or enhanced for the evening. What if you committed a horrible faux-pas? What if you asked them to pose and they were not disguised AT ALL? You’d hope they were tiny.

Regular? Enhanced? And the cops? Real cops? “Hey Hey butch lady, mind if I take your picture?… Oh nice handcuffs you are slapping on my wrists! Not a costume eh?”

Enhanced or Britney Spears in Dallas for the night? I think if it were Britney, there would not be underwear involved.

A lost Swedish tourist perhaps? “Ursäkta mig! var är Stockholm dig den galna Texanduden?”

A lovely distinguished lady drinking tea beer on the sidewalk?

Hot Mama or hot Papamama?

I think hot mama until I notice the agape mouth of the passer-by on the right. Then I know. That being said, she was smoking hot.

Viking Hairy Diva – Halloween II

Last year, at the Oak Lawn Halloween Street Party, he was a Dallas vagina. I spare you the details. Pretty it was not. This year, he went for something a tad softer, and more widely socially acceptable.

Wagner revisited…

That’s a Valkyrie who knows how to match eye shadow and roller colors. Very impressive!

I had never seen hamburger parts hanging from hair before. I’m quite sure that somehow it ties in the Nibelungen theme. I must have stayed home from school that day.

Oops I did it again! Dallas Halloween I/MMCXXIV

T’was the sixth night before Halloween and in the Oak Lawn neighborhood of Dallas, people congregated to celebrate Halloween six nights before Halloween. A gigantic street party. A Dallas Halloween Parade… kinda gay once again. When most people dress up, in Oak Lawn, people have a natural tendency to dress very little.

Colorful,

funny,

scary,

and very scary images. (This is a fake appliance.)

The next few posts will be devoted to bringing you the images of the Oak Lawn Halloween Parade or Street Party. Honestly, I did not stick around for the parade. I had so much fun photographing people on the sidewalks that by the time the parade started, I was POOPED. For all of you who are tired of my gay series, I’m so sorry. It’s way not over.

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – Sailors – (24/gazillion)

Each Wednesday, Club Rush in Dallas hosts a Best Chest Body Conetest (sic… or word play, who knows!) Something tells me I would not stand a chance of winning. When their float appeared, it seemed evident that the Wednesday weekly contest had not played out in vain…

“Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.” Emily Dickinson (not referring to a sailor)

I’ve always wanted to see a mermaid. I had imagined them less muscular.

Club Rush won the Trophy for Best Costume this year.

So this year, the Best Costume award went to Club Rush. I would not have much of a problem with that if it weren’t for the fact that, except for the mermaid, none of the guys were actually wearing costumes. They were all prancing around in their skivvies. I’m probably missing the whole point.

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – Of Leather and Beads (21/gazillion)

My evil brother who sucks once conned me into visiting a leather bar in Brussels… He invited me for tea and scones (which I thought was incredibly sweet and sophisticated on his part – and unexpected if I may say), picked me up and drove me to a beautiful house in a posh neighborhood. Only inside did I realize that there would be no tea to be had on white linen tablecloths. I should have known better…

The Dallas Eagle bar seems to be one of these hopping places which devotes each night of the week to different activities or club parties. We apparently have quite a few leather clubs in Dallas.

The DISCIPLE Corps (at Dallas Eagle every 2nd Friday of the month) outlines rigid rules for party etiquette. You are not to touch someone else’s toys for example (unless asked to.) Also if you see something that appears unsafe, you can’t interrupt the “play”: you report your concerns to a Dungeon Master. The club is also just like Vegas and whatever happens there stays there.

The DFW Leather Boys organize educational workshops called TOOLS for da boys (or girls.) The young are tutored in the finer arts of leather care, shining boots (I think boot licking might be involved), spanking, flogging, medical play, anticipatory service, and wax play to name only a few. The medical workshop looks scary.

I think that’s cute! The big hunky guy in leather fretting over his tangled beads… Baaad Boy! He should be punished. Dungeon Master, over here please!

Hunky AND romantic… What more to ask for?

The seminar on leather care gave me pause. These guys would make their lives much easier if they replaced the leather with polyurethane. It almost looks like leather from a distance, is machine-washable and allows air to circulate through the fabric. It also saves cows.

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – My Boy Lollipop – (20/gazillion)

I know, I know… Not for me.

Way too young…