I was feeling smug today.

I managed to find a pair of solid red sneakers:

And I found the “perfect” sleeveless orange turtleneck:


And then, I put it all together at home:  the wig, the glasses, the shoes, the turtleneck, and the socks only to discover something was wrong:

Do you see it?  Can you tell?

The sleeveless orange turtleneck is pumpkin orange, not the fire orange it should be.

And before you go knocking the costume for being latex on bottom and cotton on top, I say you try wearing a non-breathable latex sausage casing around your toroso in 105 degree heat and then come talk to me about choosing a more natural fabric (the skirt is ventilated, so it doesn’t count).

The accidental tattoo

I love tattoos.

On men.

On women.

On non-binary people.

It’s all very decorative and eye catching.

I have five tattoos – for a while I would get a new tattoo every time I visited my sister in Reno.

She has MANY tattoos and is my enabler.

We actually have two matching tattoos.

Once upon a time, when I was in love with a man who didn’t deserve me, I imagined that our love would last forever and so when I stumbled across this design, I wanted it:

tattooA heart with an infinity symbol.

I imagined it meant ETERNAL LOVE.

The thing that I didn’t know is that the design I selected is a variation of this design:

tattooThis is the symbol for POLYAMORY.

Yes, indeed.

I inadvertently permanently marked my body with a design symbolizing polyamory.

Ironically, this is my least favorite tattoo on account of it reminds me of the man I was dating at the time.

I’m pleased it’s on my shoulder blade so I don’t have to see it every time I look in the mirror.

But take this as a lesson from me:  Before getting a tattoo, DO YOUR HOMEWORK.

Or else you might have to wind up being polyamorous, like me.

Just kidding.