I saw a thing on TV (yeah! TV at the cat house) about modern-day burlesque.
I've seen some in SF and NOLA - it's very fun. And the gals are all sizes and quite luscious. My favorite was the trapeze act.
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I saw a thing on TV (yeah! TV at the cat house) about modern-day burlesque.
I've seen some in SF and NOLA - it's very fun. And the gals are all sizes and quite luscious. My favorite was the trapeze act.
Hmmm. Trapezing in my underwear.
And accessories!
No, thanks: I'm the girl who falls. Heels are as good as I can manage.
And sometimes, even those rear up and bite me.
Most of the retro-smut acts I've seen have involved a fair amount of dancing. The trapeze girls even recreated some classic dances from the Cotton Club.
Oh, the ones I saw were doing fan dancing and all that; pretty costumes, good tunes and fun clothes. I agree a trapeze act would be most impressive.
I think I could dance in lingerie and heels, but the trapeze act is so out of my league.
I think I could dance in lingerie and heels, but the trapeze act is so out of my league.
Well, the trapeze act was well out of the league of everybody else who wasn't doing a trapeze act. These girls were in fine fine quite muscular shape. Excellent thighs. They could crack Brazil nuts with their thighs.
Brazil nuts mock my thighs.
Oh, well; I can live without the adulation of nuts.
Oh, well; I can live without the adulation of nuts.
Didn't you just do the walk of shame this week? I think there was some nut adulation going on.
Shame, schmame. I was just a little naughty. This weekend is sctrictly naught-free.
And to that end, I am going to read. My office is fucking freezing.
I say either suntan lotion or sun screen, and I usually say nylons unless I am talking about fishnets.
I went to sleep about 10 minutes after I got home from dinner, but my body seems to think it only needed 6 hours of sleep, and now I can't get back to sleep. Stoopid body.
Poor Perkins! I'm tired but I can't go to sleep until this Evening With Kevin Smith special is over.
Wanna play literati?