It was Halloween. This was my big day. The day when people can pass for monsters. But also when monsters like me can pass for people.

My family and friends say I’m being too hard on myself. That a “little something” on my face doesn’t make me ugly. And there’s all those people who go to get great lengths to say how pretty I am. But there’s always the unspoken implication that really I’d just be pretty if it weren’t for that one thing on my face. No practical amount of makeup will hide it, and trying to hide it with my hair would keep me from seeing anything.

From the neck down, I’m pretty good. I’ll exchange faceless nude pics of myself, or ones with the phone carefully over my face all day. Like, literally all day. Some of them even seem to be nice guys. Not many, but some. But I have two rules. I never let them see my entire face, and I never meet in person.

But back to Halloween. I can put on a very sexy costume, as long as it has a mask that covers the right part of the top part of my face, I’m good. As far as anyone knows, there’s just a normal face underneath it, attached to an at least above average body.

Halloween is when a girl with a face and disfigurement like mine can actually get laid. You call it Halloween. I call it Cocktoberfest. I go to a bar or club or just a random party where no one could possibly know me, find the right guy, and then we get a hotel room somewhere. Then I catch an uber pretty much as soon as we’re done, because hanging around much longer would draw more questions about my mask and what I really looked like. If it’s still early enough, there will be another guy and another hotel room. Hey, don’t judge me. It’s Cocktoberfest.

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The story was largely inspired by pictures of beautiful women I've come across on the internet who may have something like a birthmark, or a scar, or some other "blemish" on their face. Or perhaps also partially by the character of Art3mis from Ready Player One, but not her alone. I think there's a lot of cases where we care about our own perceived physical issues more than other people do, and it takes seeing ourselves through other people's eyes to understand that, and for them to see their true beauty.

This was originally intended for last Halloween, but I never got around to posting it then, and I don't have the patience to wait a few more months to post it this coming Halloween.

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