Those who know me, or have stepped foot in my apartment, know that I’m Halloween obsessed. Pumpkins currently line all available countertops in my living room. Skeletons hang on every door. Ours is the only home on the street with orange lights. Life, at this time of year, is good. A friend recently joked that I had a Halloween fetish. I think he may be right. Now if only Freud were here to ask how I could have seen a pumpkin before witnessing the horrible truth of female genitalia. THE HORRIBLE TRUTH.
This year Scott and I are having a Halloween party, an attempt to get together all our Bay Area friends and/or an excuse to bake black and orange cupcakes. That means having to put actual thought and effort into costumes (in years past we’ve stumbled to showings of Rocky Horror in the semi-nude, or simply celebrated with the arrival of sex toys). I’m being Joan from Mad Men. Anyone who has seen this sassy, majorly curvy redhead in action — and by action, I may or may not mean in that episode where she’s not wearing a shirt — will understand.
Scott, however, was having a harder time thinking of an outfit. In brainstorming with him, I came up with a number of highly inappropriate options that would have, even if they scared away our guests, endlessly entertained yours truly:
1) A sex machine. Take a cardboard box, spray paint it silver, hot glue an extension cord to the back and a low-quality dildo to the front. Tada!
2) Lolita and Humbert Humbert. Yes, I am currently Lolita obsessed. No, it wouldn’t be hard to get a female friend with chestnut hair and honey skin to put on a pink, pleated dress and carry a tennis racket while looking fiery yet broken. Wait, am I a bad person?
3) The Marquis de Sade. Choose your own adventure! Slim and fine-featured? Go with early Sade, handsome, effeminate, aristocratic. Hoping for something a little less refined? Try later Sade. Just stuff a few pillows into an oversized, French Revolution era pants and shirt combo and spend the evening furiously scribbling something lewd.
What ever you are this Halloween, here’s hoping it’s a great one — filled with flirtation, fun, and fun-sized candy. Enjoy the inappropriate while it’s appropriate!


Bonnie Ruberg is a sex, technology, and video games journalist who contributes regularly to publications like The Economist, Forbes, and The Village Voice. By day she's also a comparative literature PhD student at UC Berkeley, where she studies French, English, gender, sexuality, surrealism and perversion. You can reach her at [her first name and last name, all one big word] AT gmail DOT com.
October 31st, 2009 at 12:42 am
I stumbled across your blog online and noticed, of course, the same last name? I wonder if/how we are related.
I enjoy your writing very much-
Scott Ruberg
November 25th, 2009 at 11:34 am
hello!
I am a sociology undergraduate student at North Carolina State University and I also write a blog that encompasses themes of gender and sometimes technology. I recently wrote a post about the sexualization of Mrs. Claus (among other things) stemming from a controversy here in Raleigh. When I was doing Google searches for the sexualization of Mrs. Claus your blog popped up. I thought you might be interested in my post. There also seems to be some continuity in our interests. I am also planning to apply to UC Berkley for grad school so I would love to get your opinion on that process.
the link to the post is
http://thewaitnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/gendering-christmas-or-apparetly-theres.html
hope to hear from you
November 26th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Your blogging is missed. I hope that you won’t suffer too much from your University’s position on tuition increases, that individual students have to make up for the state government’s unwillingness to meet its obligations under the Master Plan.