masquerade
July 26 
I confess.
I am more than a little chameleonic right now.
I have been dressing up in secret a little more than usual,
tightening my corset, slipping into boots, sliding into a wig,
for I am frustrated and flummoxed.
Yes, I've been reading my book...
and I realize now it's been too long between parties,
those parties of the fabulous kind...
And I fear the worst:
my collection of boas, wigs, boots, the love profusion of party paraphernalia, persuasive and artfully apropos,
will be left to languish in my wardrobe like so much chrysalis..
if they remain unworn...
So I have rediscovered them, and myself
or Whoever It Is I Want To Be.
Excuse me, dear friends, while I pour myself a drink
and slip into someone more comfortable.
Oh dear readers, let's face it, the idea of being someone else sometimes
is so seductive.
And, short of identity theft and psychotropic drugs, is often one's only choice in an identity crisis.
Which brings me to the heart and soul of masquerade, the escape from reality made so much easier by way of a disguise.
Oh yes, languishing in the listless languor of sweat pants and t shirt is a suburban stop I have circumvented, with a little ingenuity.
Fast forward to fantasy. Flights of fancy boarding now!
Firstly, while nothing for me beats the full blown farce of a delicious costume party and the immersion of oneself in the intricate instigation of wholesale delusion, there is always room for a whimsical will-o-the-wisp on a smaller, daily basis.
The masquerade, the magical manipulation of time and space and all one's little molecules within it, can all be a mere garter belt away.
Sometimes it is achieved in the wearing of an outrageous pair of underpants, frivolous and fanciful, tempting and tantalizing, their mischief winking beneath a solemn pair of black trousers.
Often it is a pair of flirtatious fishnet stockings with a denim skirt or simply a pair of black patent five inch heels while I watch the news.
Once it was a long red wig worn with a Renaissance corsetted dress as I picked my husband up from the airport. It was a bold move. It did not go unnoticed. But it was exhilarating and my husband's delight was a revivification surpassing even my wildest expectations.
It is curious how the wearing of something "naughty" or "tantalizing" can change the entire way we see ourselves.
While I have often advocated the wearing of The Costume, making excuses for parties where total embracing of a daring disguise was the ideal, the thrill of wearing something unpredictable, lurking as noire amongst the sobriety of our outer garments or hidden perhaps in the closure of our everyday clothes, is a delicious slash of red lipstick for our psyche, a psychotropic drug for our subconscious.
For there are many personas lurking there.
I have cleaned my kitchen in a corset and wandered the halls in my f*ck me heels.
My naughtiest knickers have been worn when no one could see them,
and my boldest, bawdiest bra when everyone could.
I have been Bettie Page in the supermarket, Ginger Rogers in the classroom,
Brigitte Bardot on the streets of Paris and The Green Fairy in the boudoir.
Oh, The Masquerade is a powerful drug
and ooh, does it give me a high!
Ah, the delicious delusion;
it's thrill as heady as a sharp shot of absinthe.
Just who I will be, I'm not sure..
but Tempest Storm appears intriguing!
It appears the weather is equally stormy,
so I suspect the pasties are out of the question...
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Reader Comments (34)
Delicious post as always, lovely Minx! I loooove your stories of masquerade, you've given me some wonderful new ideas to tantalize myself and my lover..mmm...I do love to dress up! Wish you were here to join me at the Candye Kane show tonight, it's a perfect opportunity to don our finest fetishwear! I'll think of you as I tighten my corset, slip on fishnets and toss the boa over my shoulders...I can't wait....
xoxoxox
Rapunzel
Oh I CANNOT BELIEVE you are going to such an indulgence while I languish here in my unshared frivolities...
I am jealous in the most horrible of ways, Rapunzel!
I have fetishwear aplenty in my wardrobe and no Candy Kane... ::whimper::
I will swap one pair of my most notorious boots for a ticket to such an event!!!
Hellooooo!! Anyone, please...!!
No? OK....
Oh well.
I guess it's back to wandering the halls....
xoxoxoxoxo
I want to go to the Candy Kane show too! Don't leave without me you two :) Only I will be wearing a sexy Piratess outfit, and yes I have a pair of Fuck me hearty boots as well hehehe!
Such a tantalising post Minx, loved it!
Lady Terri,
I can see you now, Divine Mistress of the Seas, brandishing your cutlass and stepping on lesser beings with those hearty boots of yours!!!
I am only disappointed that I will not be flaunting my own exotica in such an environment of unbridled pleasure.
I am planting the blame squarely at your feet, dear Rapunzel, for not giving me fair warning of your impending escapades. I should have acquired emergency international airline tickets and been at your door right now, brandishing my bawdy business and preparing for a night to remember.
If you're quick, you might still make it, Lady Terri!!!
Godspeed, dear one!!!
xox
Oh hang on. Can I come too? I'm sure I can rustle up something hearty...
Great post Minx! Love your world.
Great visuals here, beautiful. I love the idea of you cleaning your home in your corset and wandering about in fuck me's. So so hot.
You should start a burlesque cleaning service...and not really clean, but just walk around being all sexy and stuff.
You'd be richer than JK Rowling...
There's nothing like pretending to be someone else for a day or an hour... otherwise life would be so boring and predictable...
"Excuse me, dear friends, while I pour myself a drink
and slip into someone more comfortable." and "It is curious how the wearing of something "naughty" or "tantalizing" can change the entire way we see ourselves."
Well Minxy, I must say I loved this post first and foremost.
Now, I must tell you that I did just that... for 10 years. I dressed up every night in "naughty" and "tantalizing" wardrobe as another woman, named Jasmine. And I swung around a pole for dollar bills. At first, it was that glorious and exhilarating as this post was to read. It was freeing and blissful..
.that is, until, I lost my real self somewhere along the lines underneath all the costumes...
It took me all of 5 years to come back to myself...but there are days when I miss those shoes. ...
This was a beautiful post, excellent imagery. I love how you write.....
sadly,, i too,, like meleah have spent so many years in "drag" i fear assuming any persona but that one that i know to be safe and warm today....
how i wish i could imbibe in your joyous musing,, but i fear the moment would be to fierce... and i would have to withdraw....
beautiful post minx... please share pix if and when.....
masquerading, in my experience, is like flipping your brain inside-out. everything that you aren't, you can become.
You all can come to Candye with me! And then afterward we will have a big ol party at the Castle, how does that sound?
I'm quite sure your presence and your own contributions to the Candy Kane experience would be a delight to all Eddie!!
Your hearty accoutrements sound intriguing!!
xox
Oh Kitty!!!
What a darling idea!!
A Burlesque house cleaning service:
pastie polishers, feathery fluffers...
and domesticity takes on a whole new lustre.
A little tickle of titillation gives the entire game a new shine!
JK Rowling?
How I dream of attending to her domestic dilemmas...
I would polish her surfaces myself with my own fluffy bottom...
xox
Darling Magus,
It is the spice of life - and spice is to be used with discrimination and a gentle hand - and then it enhances perfectly!!
xox
Darling Meleah,
Your comment leaves me very sad...that you lost yourself in the dance....
There is always a danger, with anything that we do, that there can be too much of a good thing...
I advocate a little enhancement every day...much like a dab of perfume on the wrist.
It is pretty, lovely, sweetly intoxicating, without being overpowering..
Soaking in it like you did, darling Meleah, is almost poisonous, isn't it? You forget what the real world smells like...
I'm glad you found yourself again, darling girl, for you are beautiful...
I dare say you were beautiful as Jasmine too..
Perhaps her sweet fragrance can be worn as a gentle perfume now and again; not enough to get lost in, not long enough to turn sour...
Not so long that you forget the precious essence of who you are.
xoxox
Darling Paisley,
As my Nan always said, "Contentment is one of life's great achievements.."
I am so happy you have found a place where you feel happy, safe and warm...
It is what we all strive for in some shape or form...
Perhaps it is because your dance, like Meleah's, had been too long, whirling you out of that happy place, that you appreciate the peace and comfort that stillness brings.
Perhaps too, because I feel safe and warm in myself (and haven't been burned by the that toxicity of too much), that I like to take my little flights of fancy, dab my perfume cheekily behind my ear, sip a libation and slip into someone more comfortable for a while, just a while, knowing I can find my way back, Hansel and Gretel style...unless someone eats my crumbs...
I love you just the way you are, Paisley xxx
I will slip in some pics, when I feel so bold...!!!
(There is a little one of Me, aka Madame X of The Slinky Minx Pleasure Parlour, on my sidebar...It was the beginning of the night...later ones with costume awry, will likely not be seen..)
xoxoxo
Ah Raffi,
The sweetness of a brain-flipping-inside-out-delusion..
There is so much to become!!!
So little time!
xox
Rapunzel!!!
My request to the Divine has been answered in whole!!
I will be there! And I am bringing my sexy friends with me!
It will be the perfect opportunity to milk this Indian Wedding Feast/Birthday/Love Train mother a little longer!!
And see you in all your fabulousness, darling!!
I hasten to my closet!!
Crack that whip!
Prepare the Canye Kane!!!
Wheeeeee!!!
xoxo
Whatever your guise, whatever your persona, we love you dearly, Domestic Minx!
I'll miss you while I'm away in Frinton with Mrs B next week. But I am sure you know I'll be thinking of you, particularly on those occasions when I have to close my eyes and think of England...
Fond Regards
Bill
I imagine you masquerading as Catwoman, dear Minx, tempting righteous Batman into naughty indulgences.