| Here Comes Peter Cottontail... In Your Worst Nightmare |
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| I've realized that I do spend quite a bit of time making fun of other people on this website in my stories. I thought I'd post a story about myself to sort of even it out. My mother was married to this guy (he never actually adopted us so I can't just say 'my stepfather') And he would go bowling every weekend with the TGBL. That's Toledo Gay Bowling League for anyone not in the know. Supposedly he wasn't gay, he was just friends with the team and liked to bowl. But that result of that is a whole 'nother story altogether. I was 12 or 13 years old at the time. We would go watch him bowl occasionally. Rarely we would bowl, and that was a disaster. Not with the League or on League days... but I'm transgressing here. It was around Easter, and my mom decided it would be absolutely brilliant to dress me in a pink bunny outfit and take me out in public- namely to the bowling tournament. Yeah. That's a picture of me when I was 13 and you're a pedophile. Rot in hell! Just kidding. I was a pretty odd 13 year old. The outfit was a pale pink monstrosity with footies. It covered me pretty completely and had this big white puffy tail in the back. I cried and begged her not to make me. But she did anyways. I seemed to have blocked it out of my mind because I can't seem to remember much of it, but it's still embarassing. As you become a teenager you get that fuck off and die attitude. Some people outgrow it- I haven't. (Just kidding. I can be pleasant when I want to be.) Being seen in public with your parents is horrifying. Wearing clothes they picked out was worse. And the worst... yeah. Pink bunny outfits your parents picked out in public at a gay bowling event. Somehow I got over the trauma enough to celebrate Easter again. I even bought a sexy pink bunny outfit about 10 years later. I did not however, wear it to a bowling alley. |
| The pink bunny outfit over this text was bought at The Shed in Toledo. It's an exotic dancer's outfit. I have gotten some good use out of it- not that kind you pervert! I used it for an autobiographical photo project for my photography class. It was a huge scandal. Somewhat nude pictures being used in a college art class oh god no. My intent was to connect the places I've travelled to with the clothes I happened to buy when I was there. I included newspaper clippings of events that happened while I was there (i.e. the Big Blackout when I was in NYC paired with the plane ticket and the New Jersey Survival Gear tank top.) But the class got stuck on the umm lack of coverage in some of the photos and it turned into a round table discussion of whether or not that was art, tasteful, for shock value etc. I also wore the shirt and ears of the pink bunny outfit to my favorite bar- the Ravari Room. Most of the clients are goth or angsty artists and it's a fun place to go. The bartenders are amazing and treat me very well. Anyways, the angsty goths wearing black were appalled by me sporting pink and a bunny outfit in a bar the day before Easter. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life. Oh wait... I did. When I was 13 and had to wear one to a bowling alley. It's funny how life is cylical like that. We get caught up on past trauma and are forced to relive it over and over again. |