Camila Ramirez’s gallery

Churchill's has an open jazz jam tonight and I'm stuck between the sheer top and nothing under it — the jeans were never the hard part. Come make the call, Daddy.

Live jazz at The Betsy tonight and I left early just to walk the sand in these heels first — the wind keeps testing how much of me this slip dress is willing to hide. Come claim the seat next to mine, Daddy.

Rocky Horror at the Bandshell tonight and I'm doing my lips the way the front row demands — the corset and stockings came first, obviously. Time Warp practice is very distracting in heels. Come do my other lip, Daddy?

Half my face is already a Catrina and the other half is still deciding — Regatta Grove's Día de Muertos party has no idea what's coming. Come finish my face before I do, Daddy.

Flugtag is sending grown adults off a platform into the bay in homemade flying machines and I claimed a spot on the grass with a coffee I barely need. My costume today is just the ears — the rest is up to you. Come sit next to me, Daddy?

The costume barely survived the walk from the door to the bedroom and the candy bucket came back heavier than I left with. Still wide awake though — come keep me up, Daddy.

Every costume I tried on ended up on the floor — guess I'm going out tomorrow as just me. Think you can handle that, Daddy?

Halloween's in two days and I found this buried in the back of my closet — it's sheerer than I remember and I can't decide if that's a problem or the whole point. Want to see it from the front, Daddy?

Ed Sheeran's at Hard Rock Live tonight and I'm already in the back of a car heading over — this dress rode up the second I sat down and I'm not fixing it. Keep me company till we get there, Daddy.

Young Miko at Kaseya tonight and I'm still dripping from the shower with nothing picked out — this towel is doing the bare minimum and so am I. Tell me which perfume smells like trouble, Daddy.