Embarrassing Confession: This video is a total Pervert Root for me. I saw it on MTV when I was 13 and I kinda lost my goddamn mind.
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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…
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I am so excited to see this. Damn.
George Leonnec
The Ride
“La Vie Parisienne” (1924)
FINALLY THIS APPEARS ON TUMBLR SOURCED AND UNEDITED
a billion times thank you, I honestly never thought I’d see this day
THIS IS AMAZING AND GORGEOUS AND ALSO UHHNFF. Also, 1924? For realsies?! Awesome!
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But as I’ve written about feminism and S&M, I’ve also known the rules about what I get to write. I’m not sure how I internalized these rules, but I know them like I know my face in the mirror. When I write, I’m supposed to emphasize the emotional health of my relationships — both with my lovers, and (separately) with my parents. I’m supposed to emphasize my physical health, decent diet, and relatively new exercise habits — although it’s okay to mention it if I’m injured, because that’s not my fault. I’m allowed to mention being an outcast in high school, but God forbid I talk too much about the emotional impact. I must stress excellent communication with my partners. I always, always have to mention safewords.
I am a politician. The arenas for debate are both my mind and my body. The personal is political, indeed.
”Today was a very, very, very good day. I feel awesome and bad-ass and in my power and energized, in short.
That said, I am a liiiiiittle sad that I forgot that it was Ash Wednesday and forgot to go to services tonight.
Esp. because the last time I went to church on Ash Wednesday (last year):
1) The priest was hella sweet & hella queer.
2) The priest loved my St. James Infirmary hoodie and was hella excited that I was a former St. James employee & connected to sex worker community.
3) One of the other parishioners recognized me from a bathhouse (specifically, from an all-genders sex party that was held at a bathhouse that is usually dudes-only). He was all adorably like “Hey!!! I know you from…” and then he looked kinda stricken and dropped his voice to a whisper “Oh, wait, should I say that out loud? Oops.” (I smiled and said it was fine, ‘cause it was.)
I am really thankful that a church like this exists, and that it is not even the queer church in town (but it is obvs a church with lots of queer folks front & center). Just… First off, it is amazing to live somewhere where there is more than one spiritual community option for queer genderqueer pervert sex worker outsider me. And it was pretty amazing, last year on Ash Wednesday, to go to this church I’d only heard about in passing, and pretty magically & unexpectedly have all those parts of myself acknowledged & affirmed, to have all of those parts of myself actually get to come to the table.
I’m realizing as of late, for a lot of reasons, that I really need to get myself back to church. And to that church, specifically.
This is pretty much my gender, my sexual orientation, and probably a good 70% of my kinks in animated .gif form.
Well, okay, not really. I am perhaps a slightly more complex creature. But this is really not a bad Beginner’s Manual.
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I’m guessing this is where the band got their name. How could I not know this?!
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These are two letters out of an entire filthy alphabet. Guess which they are.
also remember that pretty pretty man, you’ll see him again
Bowie’s “Jump They Say” from BlackTieWhiteNoise. One of his hit or miss albums, and the video is… very weird. But damn, the song is catchy, and damn, the man looks handsome & sinister in a suit.
And I should really be doing homework right now. Getting back to that, now.