This year I went as myself.
In 1992.
Annotations: One button says “I Color Outside The Lines,” the other is Hothead Paisan’s cat Chicken saying “Oh Purr.” The T-shirt is from Clarion 1991, and it reads: “Nobody noticed the whistling man with the chainsaw. They were all looking at the transvestite with the flamethrower,” a genuine sentence from a genuine critique session, as some readers of this site can attest. The rest of the outfit consists of fatigue shorts and beat-up combat boots. If I could’ve, I would’ve carried a boom box playing nothing but Concrete Blonde, Tori Amos, and the Indigo Girls…
(Note that I don’t dress entirely unlike this now. But I am slightly less prone to wear ludicrously oversized flannel shirts.)
If you were going to dress as a past (or future) version of yourself, what would it look like?












