Debauchery and Hair Dye

Oh my stars, Gentle Reader. Just… oh, my stars. This last weekend was intense, and long, and amazing, and I didn’t even attend all of the planned events.

It was glorious.

Thursday last, I met Ms. Capere in Tacoma; we were riding up to stay at Mr. Darling’s for a few days, with a full dance card scheduled, so to speak. Thursday’s festivities were sort of ’80’s glam and sex-positive/gothy, respectively. Having thinned my wardrobe down to a bare minimum in preparation for my trip that hasn’t happened, I was absolutely certain that I’d need to go shopping.


The three of us scoured the Hill, looking for things that would help transform each of us into Boy George, or Divine, or other… personalities of that kidney.

Boy George

Now, Darling’s worked with hair and makeup for years, at times professionally, and since I wasn’t flying to Europe on Saturday, and since we were going to a bunch of events, and since I’d never done it before, I asked him to dye my hair for the occasion. ( So:

The Task: Have Darling Dye My Hair

The Execution: I wasn’t sure what color to go with – I was thinking black, because in my mind I am gaunt and pale and lithe. Darling, being a little more practical (and a little more objective) suggested Egyptian Plum, a box dye my mother had once used – a purple in certain lights, but a socially-acceptable red in others.

The Verdict: It looks killer rad. See?


Okay, I know the lighting/my camera are shit, but compare the color to my beard. See?


Though running late, we dressed in our new finery – Darling in a studded, tied crop-top, daisy dukes, a full beard, and eyelashes from hither to yon – Capere with HUGE hair and half the extensions in Darling’s Weave Crate, fishnets and corset, and other assorted gothery – myself in sparkly silver snakeskin tights, feathered earrings and hairpiece, and a vintage Ladies Auxilliary t-shirt; all three with big eyes.


We headed to the first club, and made excellent decisions all evening. 

No, really, we did. And that’s all you need to know.

Despite some unpleasantness that ensued, everything was wonderful and I really love these two. This weekend is just what I needed. Thanks, kids.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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