Gina
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1960s Van Raalte Ad
Oh hells yeah!
Also, Boasting Time: I have two vintage nighties like this. One is nearly identical to the turquoise one pictured here, only it’s an orangey-pink. The other is nearly identical to the pink one pictured here, only it’s transparent and has three little decorative ribbons running down the front.
I wish I had more occasion to wear these frocks, ‘cause they really are gorgeous. They’re like Valley of the Dolls meets Mrs. Robinson.
My beloved friend R. — the same R. of the bathhouse stories I posted awhile back — gave them to me. He had a vintage drag pile at his birthday party, and he insisted I take the pink princess nighties. I should probably write about that for my Thesis, now that I think about it…(via femme-swag)
- 2 weeks ago
- 64 notes
- #i am obviously procrastinating on my thesis
- #lingerie
- #fetish
- #kink
- #perversion
- #fashion as sex toys
- #thesis
- #how to have a body
- #my friends are awesome
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Blackface is still racist. Period.
Wonderful video & accompanying blog post by my old friend Mollena Williams about the debacle that has become known as the “Portland Eagle Blackface Problem,” and about racism in the leather/kink/bdsm scene in general. Watch, read, and re-post.
And Mo, I have said it a thousand times, and I will say it again: You’re a rockstar, and I’m really lucky that I get to count you among my friends and call you community.♥
- 3 months ago
- 4 notes
- #mollena
- #mo
- #mollena williams
- #portland eagle
- #leather
- #bdsm
- #kink
- #shirley q. liquor
- #blackface
- #racism
- #race
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in which i am an extremely bitchy old pervert
- me: I feel like some people are all WE IZ SRS BDSM
- Ceasar: AHAHAHAHAHA
- HAHAH
- AHAH\
- ASKDNASD
- me: I've met way too many Dead Serious Perverts in my life.
- Ceasar: oh god. im dying.
- me: Have you never encountered this?!
- Ceasar: Dead serious what now?
- And I do hope that these people use lolcat speak when they're trying to say this to you.
- me: You know, like, the straight white cis dudes with the bad cases of Top's Disease who learned about kink from, like, Dungeons & Dragons, and they wear those black t-shirts with, like, paintings of wolves & full moons on them? And they always have either itty bitty or plush plump nerd girl subs in tow, who are usually way too smart/awesome/hot for them?
- Ceasar: pajsdohsduiasdubadasd;oaso;dias;dijasd
- me: I mean, I am not being nice and I am going to hell, clearly, but I feel like This Dude is a common character in pervert circles. This would be why I don't hang out much in the larger kink scene, even though I'm deeply queer and deeply perverse.
- Ceasar: nskjvnsdkfjbda
- oh
- christ
- Gina.
- Stahp.
- me: I apparently hit a nerve? ;)
- Ceasar: It hurts to laugh.
- oh god. that's wonderful. Yes. Yes, that's basically the pagan and bdsm community in Georgia
- Christ have mercy gurl.
- 4 months ago
- 7 notes
- #damn kids get off my lawn
- #queen bitch
- #but it's true
- #trufax
- #i am going to hell
- #a rare moment of snark
- #kink
- #perversion
- #perverts
- #César
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There are all manner of Halloween & Dia de los Muertos parties happening in my neighborhood tonight. I visited the altars at Garfield Park earlier this evening — threw down my coat at Bill Brent’s altar, dropped to my knees, & bowed my head in prayer. “You just saw me get really Catholic,” I said to my friend, once I was done. Old ingrained habits die hard, I guess, and it felt right to fall to my knees for Bill. My Catholicism & my kink are pretty intertwined.
Anyway.
My last week has been very rough. I didn’t really celebrate Halloween like I usually do. Too much break-up grief plus too many sad “this time last year me & my ex were wearing fucking matching costumes” memories. But I really love Halloween, and I love All Saints’ Day & All Souls’ Day/Dia de los Muertos. I’m really glad I got to get in some sweetness tonight, even if it was more somber & reflective than it was fun.
And the house across the street from mine is still going at 1am. They played a (very loud) dance version of this song. I actually really enjoy Adele when she’s pissed-off heartbroken. I’ve kinda needed it this week.
- 6 months ago
- 2 notes
- #All Saints' Day
- #All Souls' Day
- #Dia de los Muertos
- #Halloween
- #November
- #a.
- #adele
- #altar
- #catholicism
- #heartbreak
- #heartbreak songs
- #kink
- #on your knees
- #personal life
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“For some reason my profile says I like giving blowjobs instead of getting them. I am trying to find the error so I can fix it but so far no luck. Just know that I don’t like dick in my mouth.” — Line from the profile of a charming fellow (with a cock username and a cock shot as his profile pic, what a winner!) who tried to add me as a friend on a kinky personals site. Um. LULZ. Also? Yeah, right, buddy!1 Comments -
1) I am fanning myself, over here. She’s so toppy! He’s so… Bowie! The only way this could possibly be hotter is if Liz was in her Butterfield 8 slip. Mostly I say that because I have a Butterfield 8 slip, and hair like Liz’s was in Butterfield 8, and… Yeah, okay, basically I just want to insert myself into this photo and David Bowie’s arms. What of it?
2) Bevin, for realz, I will happily recreate this photo with you. I can do a mean femme boy when given the opportunity.3) Relatedly: I went to a truly exquisite David Bowie drag night last Friday. Perfect way to start Spring Break.
As the Lesbian Liz Taylor, I want to remind y’all that a femme loves a fag. Who wants to recreate this photo with moi?
David Bowie and Liz Taylor in 1975
- 3 years ago
- 245 notes
- #femme
- #David Bowie
- #femme/fag
- #sex
- #bdsm
- #kink
- #Mama/boy
- #Liz Taylor
- #queer
- #femme/femme
- #Butterfield 8
- #Gloria
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“I listened to Diamond Dogs over and over again. If I’d had that record player, I would have worn out the vinyl, I’m sure. Music takes on a different meaning when you’re falling for someone, and I was falling, hard – for him, but for my new self, too. The whole relationship was a coming out moment, coming into something different and new. And like most people who are newly out and overzealous, I ran into it full-tilt, no holds barred, not a single stop or hesitation. No checking to see if there were any obstacles. No worries that maybe I’d trip over that rock and skin my knee. I didn’t think. I just ran. So that month, running, falling, listening to Diamond Dogs because it happened to be what I’d picked up from the library on a whim – suddenly, I took the album very personally. It was the soundtrack to the crush and it was the soundtrack to my newfound Mama persona. It felt like every line of every song was written especially for me. “Sweet Thing” was an anthem, Bowie’s creepy-sexy snarl in my ear. It was the perfect music for this boy who was glam rock and choir boy, lisp and snarl, James Dean and Lou Reed, cocksure and shy violet. When you rock’n’roll with me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. We’re taking it hard all the time. I love you in your fuck-me pumps, and your nimble dress that trails. Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing. Mmm, if you want it, boys? Get it here.” — … And that’s all I wanna share, for now. Enjoy, lovelies.1 Comments -
“That summer, I scoured thrift store racks, looking for the slips with 42 inch bustlines and lots of give in the tits. I grabbed every H&M size 12 camisole off the rack and stretched them over my curves. I bought $9 stay-up stockings at Madame S and $2 fishnets from MultiKulti Dance Accessories on 16th & Valencia. I justified every new purchase, no matter how extravagant or frivolous, with “Well, I can use it in a role-play, right? This slip is actually a very reasonably-priced sex toy!” I started wearing more make-up. Dangly earrings instead of my tough-girl gauged lobes. Flowers in my hair. “Hellfire” from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab dabbed into the sweet spots behind my ears and between my breasts.” — More from the new piece.2 Comments
