Halloween is around the corner, and I have been brainstorming for costume ideas. I always tell myself that I am going to put together an awesome outfit, but most years I end up getting a pair of cat ears, wearing something black and calling it a night.
This is such a monumental holiday because it is the one time of the year where taboos no longer exist. For once, people are saved judgment for their outrageous behaviors and are instead rewarded with sweets. Perversity and debauchery are standard. Everything is accepted because we are not actually ourselves on Halloween. We wear fantastical disguises and take on fictional roles — just for this one night.
Consider staying in as an option this year. Realize the full potential of the costume you have chosen, embrace that role and take advantage of this mystical night with someone who is more than happy to participate in your fantasy. Take the night to play out your most decadent wishes and express your most iniquitous desires. I guarantee this will be more fun than any lame house party or club event you were planning on going to.
Dress up as a vampire. Maybe I’ve been watching too much “True Blood,” but there’s something about having sex with the ultimate deviant that is so alluring. The draw must have to do with the proximity to immortality as well as the intoxicating ties to oral sex that the vampire’s bite signifies.
When sinking your teeth into your partner’s neck — a highly erogenous zone, I warn you — penetrate the flesh as if you are doing so to live. Let your primal desires explode as your nails dig into his or her back. Everything will be so overwhelmingly pleasurable that the “victim” will forget whether he or she wants to die or to live or to just keep having sex.
Or perhaps dress up as an escort and businessman or woman. Do it like you’re getting paid $2,500 an hour — enjoy it like you paid for every penny.
Turn your Halloween house party in to a mythological Roman sex soiree. Bring wine and plates of succulent delicacies, and indulge in all of your bodily desires. Pure indulgence and extravagance is key here.
Take a communal bath in honeyed wine while engaging in stimulating conversations. Nibble on some grapes while creating a pornographic painting. Make sure someone is naked somewhere, strumming a string instrument. Channel our predecessors’ rather progressive grasp of open sexuality — touch, kiss and lick everyone and everything that feels sensual to you.
You can be Bacchus, I can be Venus, she can be Aurora and he can be Vulcan.
If not that, then let your animal instincts lead the way. Bring a whole new meaning to doggy-style and take on canine mannerisms by crawling on all fours and substituting your moans with barks. “Training” may need to take place.
If you’re more of a cat person, sunbathe all day while you stroke each other teasingly. Be playful like a kitten. If you’re feeling equestrian, accessorize with leather saddle straps, horse masks and whips and take control of the ride.
To end the night, simulate a murder. Which role will you play? The victim or the killer? For the lucky ladies, if the last week of October happens to be that time of the month for you, this makes for a perfect scenario. Be prepared to buy new sheets. It’s called crime scene sex for a reason.
It is ironic that we need a night to not be ourselves to realize our most intimate and personal desires. The truth is, masks are worn every day in society. You are constantly role-playing in one way or another, whether it is through the mascara that you apply in the morning, the beard that you meticulously trim, the band T-shirt that you chose to wear today or the career goals that drive your motivation and get you through the week. We spend our entire lives manifesting a socially acceptable identity. And under this carefully sculpted veneer, we are still a mess of suppressed desires.
Halloween is so thrilling because we can finally shed this exterior. We get to let go of the heavy moral baggage that we have accumulated throughout our lives. But after the night of drunken revelry passes and we take off the grim reaper costume or the zombie schoolgirl outfit, we will wake up on Nov. 1 to construct yet another mask.
The great thing about sex, though, is that every night can be Halloween. Behind closed doors, you can keep challenging the muddled layers of your identity and continue exploring various sexual storylines. Take on as many altered states as possible, make sure to reverse roles frequently and pay attention to which mood or choice of words arouses you most and why.
Even after Halloween ends, keep exploring the bizarre and unusual scenarios that make you curl your toes and scream.
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check out her other ones… her writing is usually better
“express your most iniquitous desires”
You’d better hope your partner’s desires are innocuous. You wouldn’t want to be beaten senseless or burned on a hot stove. Iniquity doesn’t recognize limits.
Since when are vampires “the ultimate deviant”?
This poorly-written slop is embarrassingly incoherent.
Prudes are totally going to overreact to this week’s column, which is what makes it great. She doesn’t hold back, and they can’t handle it. If only she could mindf*ck the rest of them that regrettably appear to constitute a majority in this backward country. I would pay to see them forced to read this until their heads explode. Not sure what to do about the closet cases that keep reading and then complain, though. They know they like it.
Prudes are going to overreact? On the contrary, it seems like a prude wrote this. As far as sex columns go, this is a far cry from some of the top college sex columnists from the not so distant past, including Natalie Krinsky (Sex in the Elm City, Yale University), Amber Madison (Between the Sheets, Tufts University), Liana Mancini (The Shocker, Cornell University), or even our own Franciso Ramirez or Sari Eitches. Even Erica Chase wrote better columns that really dealt with issues and sexuality. Today’s column is all fluff with no real substance. Come on, Daily Californian! Is this the best that you can offer?
[Prudes are totally going to overreact to this week's column]
The only reaction I see possible is wonder why this lady needs to waste bandwidth ranting about her own personal sexual preferences and fantasies, unless she is using dailycal.org as a way to cruise for sex partners. Nothing wrong with liking sex (and Ms. Chang is certainly welcome to send me a personal message if she wants an older, experienced partner to show her how it’s done) , but at one point some potential employers in this young lady’s future is going to Google her name and find is associated with a bunch of rambling posts about her sexual experiences. What type of impression do you think that’s going to have, and would it be positive for her?
“Ms. Chang is certainly welcome to send me a personal message if she
wants an older, experienced partner to show her how it’s done…”
It’s now clear why a forty-something Cal grad living in San Diego trolls the comments section of the Daily Cal online. Yuck.
I’m not trolling, I’m participating. I guess you don’t like the fact that Cal grads post comments to their alma mater’s newspaper. Tough shit. As far me living in San Diego, that indicates that I actually was able to get a job and become a productive member of society after graduation, instead of hanging out in Bezerkely like some of the detritus that seems too scared to bust out of the little collegiate college town womb, such as a certain person who indicates that he has lived in Berkeley for 10+ years…
No disrespect meant to the writer of this article, but the Sex On Tuesday column has gone really downhill in the past couple of semesters. I keep tell myself that I will quit reading this column if the writing doesn’t improve, and I think I may have finally hit the point where I do quit reading.
I’ve been on campus for 10+ years, and it’s always been bad.
Maybe its time for you to leave.
Ouch.. LOL!
Once they stop paying me for being here, believe me, I’ll be gone.
It must be sad when the only people willing to employ you are in Berkeley. Doesn’t say much for your ability to function in the outside world.