Happy Birthday Divine (October 19, 1945 – March 7, 1988)
"All my life I wanted to look like Elizabeth Taylor. Now Elizabeth Taylor looks like me".
|Random college kid:||Dude are you a real punk or a fake punk?|
|Me:||I, um. I-I don't care?|
|Kid:||*turns to his friend* Dude he said he doesn't care that means he's a real punk hi I'm Doug nice to meet you|
I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era.
Someone in the Facebook Tightlacing group asked for Improved/funny corseted and uncorseted, pictures and Whoops! my computer mouse slipped ;)
And in case you missed it, a German talk show did a segment where they show MRI images of a corseted and uncorseted woman. (Via Lucy’s Corsetry): http://lucycorsetry.com/2014/10/08/corset-organs-mri/
This is amazing trolling, and I tip my hat to Kelly.
This reminds me: someone once told me that the womb is a portal into another dimension XD. Which would explain where all the organs go when wearing a corset:
"Oh, I just put all my bowels into my womb."
Pssht, who needs Mary Poppins’ / Felix the Cat’s / Wacko Warner’s handbag when you have a pocket dimension in your uterus?
(Hm, I wonder if that’s why so much of ladies’ fashion lacks pockets today. Maybe they know something I don’t.)
"Where do your organs go??"
"Introducing "Pedro" the cactus! He’s modeled from a San Pedro cactus, and was one of the worst things we could think of that people might want to play with! Don’t worry though - we removed the spines for you. Now you can enjoy the sumptuous soft silicone bumps and ridges without the ouch! ;)"
"now, you too can go fuck yourself with a cactus"
When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake
Spooks come out for a screaming wake
Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize