There are all manner of Halloween & Dia de los Muertos parties happening in my neighborhood tonight. I visited the altars at Garfield Park earlier this evening — threw down my coat at Bill Brent's altar, dropped to my knees, & bowed my head in prayer. “You just saw me get really Catholic,” I said to my friend, once I was done. Old ingrained habits die hard, I guess, and it felt right to fall to my knees for Bill. My Catholicism & my kink are pretty intertwined.
My last week has been very rough. I didn’t really celebrate Halloween like I usually do. Too much break-up grief plus too many sad “this time last year me & my ex were wearing fucking matching costumes” memories. But I really love Halloween, and I love All Saints’ Day & All Souls’ Day/Dia de los Muertos. I’m really glad I got to get in some sweetness tonight, even if it was more somber & reflective than it was fun.
And the house across the street from mine is still going at 1am. They played a (very loud) dance version of this song. I actually really enjoy Adele when she’s pissed-off heartbroken. I’ve kinda needed it this week.