Last night I went to the Theater Offensive's big fundraiser called ClimACTS Under a Big Top, which was a circus themed performance/auction/drunken mess. It was a huge gay party to raise money for this Boston community theater's youth and performance operation. Its a big deal around these parts. Street theater and lgbtq youth outreach. It was fun! I went to volunteer at the front door which basically translates to I went to go stand around looking cute and/or aloof, pretending I knew what was going on, counting down the minutes until I could hit open bar, which I did frequently. Just kidding, D'hana I behaved! JK, no I didn't.
Anyway, the highlight was tricking with these couple-a loose womyn, Lisette and Suhayl:
mega babe Lisette, who hand-crafted these exquisite tiger tits. Worth a million dollars.
and mega babe Suhayl.
Also, I want to talk about this:
I posted the other day about how good Kick Ass the movie is, which I meant, totally unknown to me at the time that star of Kick Ass, 19-year-old Aaron Johnson, is newly engaged to 43-year-old British Art Star Sam Taylor-Wood. This blows my mind. This is the pleasure of celebrity gossip.
Every now and then in the far-off cultural sphere of celebrated personalities, people who are cool of their own volition find each other, connect romantically, and peons' minds are blown to consider how non-banal popular culture can be and how absolutely undreary the world is. Its like the violence of tabloid media finally makes good on its perverted promise to deliver a scrap of hope for the sensual world. Its like a fairytale involving the Queen. Someone will yell about a tragedy involving class, gender or some other inequity and I will point to this and respond "yes, but herein lies some magical secret of love and inconsequence that proves to me that good exists." This is as deliriously misled as I can be thinking about a new picture, this one above, formed from a union of two perfect picture makers (both merchants in the picture-making trade). Essentially, every picture advertises, and I like to be surprised by the unexpected pitch for stylish unconventionality and public nonconformity.
To comment further, imagine Johnson wooing her. Or the other way around. Or perhaps it was a mutual falling in love situation. Regardless, Taylor-Wood is pregnant, and already has teenage children by a previous marriage. To me, this is magic and love is real, and also freedom is aesthetic.
Every now and then in the far-off cultural sphere of celebrated personalities, people who are cool of their own volition find each other, connect romantically, and peons' minds are blown to consider how non-banal popular culture can be and how absolutely undreary the world is. Its like the violence of tabloid media finally makes good on its perverted promise to deliver a scrap of hope for the sensual world. Its like a fairytale involving the Queen. Someone will yell about a tragedy involving class, gender or some other inequity and I will point to this and respond "yes, but herein lies some magical secret of love and inconsequence that proves to me that good exists." This is as deliriously misled as I can be thinking about a new picture, this one above, formed from a union of two perfect picture makers (both merchants in the picture-making trade). Essentially, every picture advertises, and I like to be surprised by the unexpected pitch for stylish unconventionality and public nonconformity.
To comment further, imagine Johnson wooing her. Or the other way around. Or perhaps it was a mutual falling in love situation. Regardless, Taylor-Wood is pregnant, and already has teenage children by a previous marriage. To me, this is magic and love is real, and also freedom is aesthetic.
