A dark lady tries out a full-face fairy fantasy.
I am very much into the darkness.
My makeup routine involves daily dark lips. If there is eye shadow, it is red. If I am going out, a dot to the side of my eye. I like severity. Drama. Dark romance. FEAR!
During the turning of the year, when I found myself with a bit of alone time and an inescapable, innate sense of guilt at binging TV shows, I began reading the 16th century English epic poem The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser. For those still reading this post, I adore your sense of curiosity and acceptance, thank you.
The Faerie Queene is an allegorical tale meant to examine different virtues, to question them, and to push them forward. My favorite character is of course Acrasia, the seductress of knights. She is an archetype used through many other tales, including a John Keats poem ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci.’ She is a powerful amazon woman. She is bisexual. She resides in a ‘bower of bliss,’ a sexual utopia of delight. LOVE her.
Anyway, there are a number of girls and women taking the form of fairies and queens and virgins and female knights to choose from as your favorite within the pages of this book. My usual delight in the dark turned a bit more fantasy-oriented in a different direction. I have turned my chin from the dungeon dominatrixes to ogle the garden nymphs for a little while. It’s nice over here. And then, as if by magic, the day I returned to the office with my hair in midsommar braids, a beautiful marbled box awaited me on my desk, from a lovely new makeup line called Dear Dahlia.