True! I remember now! I think the part of my brain that processes height has become hopelessly confused by platform shoes changing my height all the time.
This is hard! This describes a lot of my friends! You’re trying to trick me! Awful and mean!
Peter THE tinyhousePLANT? Do you like to cook? Ari Transshmuck?You probably wear bow ties sometimes, right?
Aleks Heinrichgraum! My hellaest, prettiest, philliest, jewiest friend! (Obviously you are the height of this specific combination. I have many friends that rival each other in in prettiness and jewiness and definitely philliness.)
7 selfies because it was really hard to choose plus I’m super cute in the last one lol💁💖✨💋
Oh my gosh how adorable
In one routine, Bowie wore a see-through black fishnet body suit (designed by him and Freddie Buretti) adorned with two gold-painted mannequin’s hands attached to his chest. A third hand affixed to the crotch had been scuttled after a battle royal with the NBC film crew, who insisted that Bowie cover up his black jockstrap with gold semi-leggings. The two cupped hands formed a bizarre brassiere that made it seem as if Bowie had sprouted breasts. Yet given women’s swerve away from nail lacquer since the mid-1960s, the hands’ black varnished nails (a nihilist colour not yet in the female arsenal) also suggested a man in drag: it was as if Bowie were being sexually pawed and clawed from behind by a raging queen in heat.
Or was he split in gender and acrobatically embracing himself? - a trick (imitated by Bowie on tour) often employed in burlesque by strippers turning their backs to the audience. Furthermore, it seemed as if his body were being played like a piano - not unlike the way Man Ray turned the body of Kiki de Montparnasse into a sensuous violin. The eye was titillated and confounded by an optical illusion: which of the multiple hands, including that on Bowie’s glitter-sheathed right arm, were the real ones?
- Camille Paglia, Theatre of Gender: David Bowie at the Climax of the Sexual Revolution (David Bowie Is)
you come into my house, you disrespect my aesthetic
Kittens by Casey Weldon
So I never posted my finished Garnet cosplay. Sowwy~ I get so excited during cons, I never really take formal pictures.
It was an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny,
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Undercover Fall 2013