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It's Halloween in a couple of days.

I've hammered away at the slutty, slutty costumes and happy heteroween and how Halloween's the straight pride parade for a few years now.

So I'm just going to leave that aside.

We don't need to talk about that.

Although I've noticed, I've got to say this, I've

noticed some slut shaming going on where people are talking about slut-o-ween and really putting down

anyone who would dare to wear a slutty-slutty Halloween costume out in public because that's what

she or he wants to do. And a lot of these same sort of bloggers and blogs where people praise, you know, the

slut parade and, you know, people having sexual agency and sex workers and people being

free to be whoever they want to be are turning around and saying, of course, anybody who

would do that on this one day in this mass-produced corporate costume made by slave labor

in China is being the wrong kind of slut or is doing slut wrong. And I think that's kind of Halloween shaming, Halloween slut shaming. I think you should do whatever the fuck you want to do on Halloween and wear whatever the fuck you want to wear. I think you should ask yourself, is this what I want to wear or was I programmed to want to wear this? but just because somebody's going to run out on a slutty costume on Halloween, we don't have to a slut shame that person anyway. We should let somebody, shame somebody who went to the slut parade in the exact same degree of revealingness costume-wise. I said I wasn't going to talk about Halloween. But I wasn't going to talk about heterogene and slutty costumes because I've been hammering away at that forever, including for the last two minutes. But I was going to talk about the spookiest place I've ever been, just for Halloween. You know, people talk about haunted houses. There's a huge old Victorian house on my block, a few blocks away from my house. It's been abandoned for years. It's all boarded up and it looks very creepy. But that doesn't, that's not creepy.

That doesn't fill me with horror. What fills me with horror or what creeps me out, there's

nothing quite as creepy as a big, soulless, corporate, empty hotel that you have all to yourself.

It's a little bit like the shining, not as atmospheric, not as gorgeous as that old hotel. But

I was at a hotel in Calgary, Alberta a few years ago. And it was deserted. I walked in and there was nobody there.

There was one receptionist. And I looked at her and said, wow, not a busy time of year. And she

looked at me and said, you are our only guest this evening. Like, really? I have the whole

hotel all to myself. She was like, yes. And I looked over and there's a bartender standing in the bar. Like, there's a bartender just for me. Yes. And there's like a kitchen. They're making food or waiting around. And it's like, that's just for me. So if I say I'm going to bed and I don't want to eat or drink, you're going to send them home? Yes.

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