Ah, that most witchiest of holidays, Halloween, is on the horizon.
Dressing up is a huge part of the holiday. Some do it in the spirit of dressing up. Others like to be creative. Others like to have a mask, so to speak (though sometimes literally), to hide behind. Then they can let their freak flags fly, or show off their sexy/scary/creative/weird sides without fear of judgment.
As for myself, Halloween is a beloved holiday of mine, but it's not an occasion in which I choose to dress as someone else. I am always Fiona. Well, there was that one year I had poison ivy, so I put on some stage makeup and went as a rotting corpse. One does what one must needs do sometimes. Also, I should note, I was a very sexy rotting corpse, with a short skirt (accentuate your best features, I always say), and a pair of stilettos that left the soles of my feet feeling half dead. Fortunately I coaxed my darling Tom to massage my aching tootsies. He's well-trained that way. (That's essential for a happy pairing, I should add. Both the foot massages and the training, I mean.)
But normally when I go out, I am still very much Fiona, only amplified. It's an opportunity to wear more sequins and glitter, to don the vampiest hair and makeup looks, and to dial up the entire ensemble to the proverbial eleven. Of course my favorite costume is the sexy version of everything. Heels, fishnets, gemstones, glossy lips, a sleek black wig, a thigh-grazing slit on a purple satin dress, or a cleavage plunging dangerously low -- it's all good in all its glorious excess. And then, like the proverbial icing, more glitter!
That's what the holiday is for me.
Oh, and yes, I'm a witch, so I observe the end of the pagan year, yes, but since I'm a witch 24/7, 365 days of the year, every day is special. But around the end of October, my wardrobe choices and me are extra special indeed.