More Teasing

Hard to believe the con is only two more weekends away (not this weekend, not next weekend, but the weekend after that). I can't believe how much I've been planning for it. Of course, it doesn't compare to the planning I did for Burning Man, but compared to the planning I usually do for this con (which generally consists of getting real excited about it a week before), I've been doing a lot. And aside from making plans for who I'll be going with, it's all been planning spent on cosplay matters. Which is great, because I've always wanted to do more cosplay than I've done in the past. The only thing is, it's been really expensive. :-(

But hopefully it will all be worth it. The photos I will hopefully get, as well as the attention I'm kind of afraid to get, will be the determining factor. I've got two different costumes planned, both of which I am excited about. The primary one is the one I've been talking about, and that you should be familiar with. I've blogged about it here, here, and here - with a couple of teaser pictures at that last link. In fact, the real point of this post is to show you a couple more teaser pictures:

You can't complain about the picture (and lighting) quality, because they're only teasers; and anyway, in the off chance that I end up looking horrible crossplaying as Chii from Chobits in her pretty pink dress, at least I'll be able to look back and say, "well, hey, it didn't look so bad in poor lighting..."

This is not the full dress, of course - I'm not wearing the train, or the sleeves, among other things. But you can see that I do have the persocom ears, and I've also got the spools on, which are a bit tricky to manage. But I think the ears look great, and they're well constructed (courtesy of Spoiled Cherry). I also managed to find some 'barely there' sandals that don't spoil the barefoot look. They're not a perfect match for the dress, but what matters is what you don't see of them, after all.

As for my second costume, if you're not in the loop, and don't already know what it's gonna be, I think I'll just leave you in suspense for now. :-p The only thing I'll say is that it's not Lolita, unfortunately (although it kind of is, in a way ;-), like I had wanted to try. Lolita has the potential to be even more complicated, and even more expensive. (Of course, experienced Lolitas will tell you it doesn't have to be - either complicated or expensive - but it does take experience to know how to make that work, without having to rely on luck).

See you at the con!

Love At First Sight

I'm questioning the wisdom of writing this post, as I don't know that I'll be able to get my feelings across, but moreso because I should really be getting to bed now, and I know how absorbed I can get in the writing process once I've started. But there are two options here, really. I can either embrace the subject, and try to jot my thoughts down while they're fresh, or I can force them out of my mind - because if I do anything less, they will torment me and prevent me from getting to sleep even if I tried. So all I can do is try my best to exorcise them as quickly and efficiently as possible, so I can set my mind at ease, knowing that I've at least put in a good try at communicating the ideas that are currently flashing through my head.

Opinions differ greatly on the concept of "love at first sight" - whether it exists, and what its nature is. I can say with certainty that there is such a thing as "love at first sight", because I experience it on a regular basis. And though others may experience it differently, this is how it affects me. There is "love at first sight", though it's not exactly the same thing as "love after 40 years of dedicated marriage", or whatever conditions are necessary to prove a deep and lasting interpersonal commitment. But then, romantic love is not the same thing as familial love, and there are many different kinds of "love". "Love at first sight" may be a superficial kind of love - after all, its nature depends on the quality of sight with a presumed lack of deeper understanding - but whether or not anything deeper flows from it, it alone is worthy of consideration.

I saw a girl today at "the market" and she completely turned my world upside down. If I am bitter that I have too little contact with girls, I am at least thankful that there is no shortage of pretty girls in the world. No matter how ugly life and politics get, I still see them out there. And as they inevitably grow out of their physical prime (in an aesthetic sense), there is no shortage of new product to reline the shelves, if I may utilize a grossly impersonal metaphor. I saw this girl but for a fraction of a moment - maybe two, three seconds at most - as I was walking into the store, and she was walking out. Blonde hair, pale skin, lithe frame, perfect age, and cuter than all hell.

I fought really hard not to stare, and I only barely managed to tear my eyes from her for one second out of the three or four seconds she was in my line of vision. Yet, during that time, her eyes met mine, and it was clear to both of us that we had noticed one another. I'd like to flatter myself with the belief that she had taken notice of me and thought me attractive, but the fact that her eyes (so subtly) lingered on me could very well have been the direct result of my interest in her - she saw me looking at her with what must have been more of an admiring than an inquisitive, or, more to be expected, disinterested glance.

I could have stared at her all day were I given such a divine opportunity. I would have lunged forward and dropped to my knees before her to beseech her for the opportunity to spend some time in her presence, to be even a tiny part of her world. But I couldn't bring myself to even turn my head as she passed behind me, heading out the door (without the slightest slowing of her step). I wished only that my glance had not been too transparent - though I would love to have brightened the girl's day by flattering her with my attention, if such a result is possible, I feared the reaction that she or society, or her mother that she marched alongside, would have if they but knew the power and influence this girl had over my heart - that she had over me, and not vice versa!

As the vision faded behind me, the enchantment lingered as I entered the store. If you wonder at how easily I seem to shake off such dramatic impulses, or question the impact of these visions, considering my natural ability to walk away from them, know only that I am quite accustomed to such occurrences, as they occur so very frequently (and yet never frequently enough to satisfy!), and that their impact is no less as a result. My entire day was brightened by this vision of beauty that passed by my sight, ever so briefly, and yet also I was deeply saddened, for one cannot avoid coming down from such a high, and wishing to have had the chance to fly even higher upon that angel's wing.

You can call it what you want. It is magnetic attraction, surely. But to call it anything less than a form of love is to do a disservice to the depth of emotions that accompany such an experience (on the one side, if, regrettably, the feeling is not mutually shared). Superficial? Inasmuch as it is possible for the outer layer to impact one's very soul, then yes, you could call it superficial. But it is so intense that it hardly means much for me to call it that. I don't pretend that it's anything it's not - I don't pretend there is any mystical fated connection, or believe that the chances of our compatibility are any better than between anyone else, aside from the obvious existence of a physical attraction (again, at least in one direction). But that in itself is something, and for some, it is more important than for others. Not just important, but potent. Powerful. My heaven was moved today.

And I'm not sure that my vulnerability to being shaken so by the slightest flutter of a passing angel is not a curse. But if it is, it is a curse I will gladly bear, for I am addicted to its effect, and I am grateful that such a simple thing can thrill me so thoroughly, even though mixed in with that joy is a strong desire for that which is yet so much rarer, and something that I am not sure is attainable for one such as me. I believe in angels because I see them in this world. But if that desire were to be fulfilled, I would then and only then be able to believe in a God(dess).

And now I must retire to what shall (regrettably) be, most likely, a dreamless sleep.