Dear gods, I don’t know what to say about this. Um, what better way to celebrate Her Royal Majesty’s 60th everything than by sticking some crown-shaped sparkles to your lady garden? Srsly? Your bedazzled mind must be fried, but hey, it’s your call. And it’s nowhere near as worrying a political statement as the Obama-headed dildo I saw a couple of weeks ago. If you really want to get one of these, you’ll find them for sale at Lovehoney for a fiver, along with a huge pile of sexy stuff for women, men and couples. Please, don’t send me your photos. [...]
I remember as a pre-teen wearing head-to-toe black (the closest I could get to a grown-up look, styling-wise) and two enormous black eyes of eyeshadow to channel Madonna for the summer camp talent show. We danced badly but aerobically to “Like A Virgin“, not having a clue what the lyrics meant. I’d seen Madonna in Desperately Seeking Susan and she was the coolest of cool. In the time since then, she’s rocked some deeply dubious looks [including the rarely spotted "squatting-naked-with-a bottle-of-mineral-water"], but the 80s are back [still, FFS] and Vogue just published an online gallery of her styles through the [...]
Someone who I used to like, then didn’t like at all, then didn’t really think about either way, used to have a T-shirt with this quote on it and a picture of some despondent bakery items. Despondency has hit the bakery. I didn’t like the T-shirt that much, but I always liked the words. Think on.
OK, I keep getting asked about fetish images and bdsm in particular, so here’s a quick guide to what I’ve got for you:
My corduroy jeans. I bought 4 pairs in about 2002 and I still have 2 of them. They’re worn so thin you can see my skin through the fabric in places, and there are holes in the seams, but…