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Today we’re checking up on what’s Washington’s feature and lifestyle stories…

Local gay author scared to write at night profiled by MetroWeeklyLee Hayes, a gay author who lives in Brandywine, Md., tells Will O’Bryan for MetroWeekly that he’s scared to write his scary stories at night. “The house kind of creeps me out,” he says. ”I’ll just have to write in the daytime.” Hayes typically writes novels with gay themes but his latest is a super natural thriller without any apparent gay undertones. Unless you count the most phallic animal possible making appearances throughout the book: snakes. “If you don’t like snakes, this will help you get over your phobia,” he says.

Slate contributor wants you to contemplate dying— A cheerful Oliver Burkeman, who writes for The Guardian, has an article in Slate in which he encourages people to think about death this Halloween. “Newer studies … suggest that what’s crucial is how you remind people about death,” he writes. “Do it more gently and subliminally, and in the context of topics other than terrorism and war, and it makes people more compassionate, happier, and healthier.” He adds, “There’s no need to spurn the pumpkin-carving or the zombie costumes. But wouldn’t multigenerational graveyard parties provide a meaningful complement to that?” Um, sure, why not?

A timely sexy-women slideshow from The Daily Caller— On Sunday night, much of the Northeast was terrified, wondering whether their homes would be flooded or their relatives and friends killed by Hurricane Sandy. But late that night, The Daily Caller took to the gutter and published “Sexy Sundae II: Beautiful Wome n Eating Ice Cream,” a follow up to “Sexy Sundae.” It’s a simple slideshow of scantily-dressed women licking ice cream cones. “Not even the impending doom of Hurricane Sandy can stop us from bringing you Sexy Sundae,” the post says, bylined by Scoop Delacroix, the pub’s secretive byline.

See our last pick after the jump. It concerns hanging up Halloween tights once and for all…

WaPo blogger confesses Halloween shame— Janice Darcy, who runs WaPo‘s “On Parenting” blog has a helpful post on when it’s time for “children” to hang up their trick-or-treating tights and stop asking for candy from the neighbors. “That might be age 12 or 15 or 17 depending on the child’s maturity level and development – or community standard,” Darcy writes. “What flies on Halloween night in Omaha might not in Miami, or vice versa.” But more interesting is Darcy’s own admission to when she knew it was time to give up on trick-or-treating. “I recall my own last outing as an eighth grader who, as the night unfolded, felt increasingly ashamed of begging for candy from neighbors,” she writes. Ashamed? What, did asking for candy make her grow hair on her palms? She explains: “At that age, though, I was ashamed of just about everything. I was also not a creative sort, so dreaded coming up with a costume.”