"If you can't hide it, decorate it!" This quote and album title by entertainer Ruth Crews applies to a lot of things, and in the post below from my slum-living years, I demonstrate that poverty can be one of those things. Sometimes it is a relief to make light of a terrible situation you're trapped in by taking a little holiday from your reality. You can get there with substances, but it's much better to avoid any kind of escapism that might trick you into a long-term commitment. At the risk of sounding like a DARE educator, you can "use" nothing but playful creativity and whatever leisure time you can scrape together to find a formal event you can crash or create and play adult dress-up. You can do this in a pandemic, too, by having a kiki with only the people who live with you (bonus points if your roommates are all cats) or on a video chat (bonus points if you can use ridiculous filters on your face).
For inspiration, consider investing in the new book Trixie and Katya's Guide to Modern Womanhood or researching the rancid life of the Marchesa Luisa Casati.
To facilitate this lifestyle, I recommend stocking up on stockings found in clearance bins (especially after Halloween) and old women's attics. Attention-snagging hosiery can distract from the rest of a whole thrift shop / homemade outfit to make or break a look.
Queering Poverty, Part I
Oscar Wilde famously said, "Anyone who lives within their means has no imagination."
Once or twice a year, the fabulously poor Mr. G and I splurge on tickets to a nice performance in East Lansing. Usually it's an opera or ballet. If one of us is a "student" at the time, we get a nice discount so the tickets cost little more than seeing a movie. One of the fun things about going on a fancy date is dressing up in our formal best.
This year there was a performance of Madame Butterfly in town, but we couldn't get work off and had to miss it. So instead, we're going to the Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight tonight with our friends Mr. and Mrs. Waxx! If we can't go out on the town like royalty this year, we can still be queens for a day--drag queens and bio-queens, that is.
In a moment, I will be driving our live-in personal shopper and chef Mr. C to the adult novelty store down the street to purchase Mr. G a pair of brand new hot pants. I'm hoping there will be a clearance rack of some sort. Now here's the question... Which stockings to wear?
Backseam fishnets with bows?
Thigh highs? With or without garters?
Old school antique silk?
White? Pink? Black? Red? Glittery purple lurex? Which ones for me and which for Mr. G? Stay tuned to find out what we decided!
TO BE CONTINUED... after I have lost my RHPS virginity...