One (of the many) reasons why brains are *so* sexy...

...Because they help people like me get my lip print on parts of me my lips can't reach.

Score for Lady Lipstick!

Playtime ;-)

Sure, I feel as sexy as all hell smearing a good, thick, juicy colour across my lips…it’s a *timeless* classic turn-on…
But I also have to say the more lipstick I get on me, the more sexy I feel. It’s one of my latest “private jokes” in public (see what I mean when I say that in the “finger-licking funky literature” post). Went out to meet some oldtime friends today for a cup of coffee (or two, or a thousand) at the local mall. Looking like a perfectly normal mallrat.
But little did the crowd know what the clothes were covering…
Check the “Undercover” post to find out ;-)

Today was a *good* day. Purrrrrrr…

P.S. There are some lipsticked areas not shown in this post…wonder if you can guess where ;-) Post me flattering comments and I’ll post those photos.

Undercover pics

Oops.

Yet another scandalous confession from Lady Lipstick:

This is my first blog ever...and faffing with the source code is *really* getting my knickers in a knot right now (well, it WOULD be if I were ever wearing the things, it really just slips my mind sometimes...and I know that sounds like an attempt to be saucy, but nay, tis the cold, hard truth. If anyone else out there has the same problem, PLEASE email me so I know I"m not that weird).

As a result of the endless faffing, further frustrated by my growing impatience of the hour, the post that is SUPPOSED to be brazenly displayed at the top of the mainpage (where this post has HOPEFULLLY ended up) can be found like so:
go to the list of archives visible in the right margin (if this goes according to plan there SHOULD only be one listed), select 07/31/06. On the other side a post called "Finger-licking funky literature" will magically appear in the "Previous Posts" list.
That's the bugger y'all should be getting an eyeful of on the mainpage. And it's got my favourite pic on the blog right now on it... Grrrrrrrr...

I'll post a homemade video-clip if any IT-adept can help me straigthen this out. Who's game?

Update: Hah! I did it aaaaaall by myself! Better luck next time!

Finger-licking funky literature

My top 5 *potent* turn-on's, in no particular order: lipstick, having a "private joke" in public (for example, going shopping with a vibrating toy stashed and vibrating away inside me), a *playful* partner (male or female) in the sheets, tasteful (though by NO means necessarily soft-core) porn... and last, but certainly not least... brains. When my brain meets up with another brain that thoroughly stimulates it...I *cream* myself.

One of the brains that have never failed to get me hot and flustered happen to belong to a certain Alan Moore, the writer. His latest 3-part graphic novel series for adults has got me positively *squirming* while I'm typing this right now. The title is "Lost Girls" here's what it's about:

"As named above, Lost Girls is, without any shadow of a doubt, pornography. Within its pages, Alice, from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Dorothy, from The Wizard of Oz, and Wendy from Peter Pan meet, recount their intimate backgrounds in graphic detail, and have many sexual adventures together. There is virtually a graphically depicted sexual act on every page.
But, as with every work by Moore, Lost Girls is more than its surface appearance. It's a challenge to readers and to critics. It's eye opening. It's a history lesson of classic erotica. It's tender at moments, heartbreakingly lovely at others, while virtually every reader will find some page that makes them uncomfortable. It's undeniably breathtakingly beautiful. It's Moore and Gebbie's plea for more works like this - more works that engage the sexual imagination."

And here's why I want to do naughty and explicit things to Alan Moore's brain: in an interview regarding what motivated him to create "Lost Girls", this is what he said... “The sexual imagination, which is the biggest part of sexuality, is not well served in our culture, and I really don't understand why that should be. The only way that we can talk about or refer to sex - we have two choices: we can either do it in grubby works of pornography that will be
read by people who are desperately ashamed of what they are reading, or we can discuss sex in the clinical manner of sex manuals or The Joy of Sex. Neither of these things have got anything that I, or probably most other normal people actually associate with our sexuality. I doubt that many of us are clinical about our sexuality, or wish to be sleazy about our sexuality either, but these seem to be the only two options where this material can even be discussed - where the sexual imagination can even be talked about. That startling omission in culture was probably the biggest impetus behind Lost Girls - we felt that there ought to be something like that that related to sex that was as beautifully illustrated and as beautifully written as one might expect from any other genre. Any other piece of literature or art.

Because there wasn't anything like that out there, we spent fifteen or sixteen years making sure that there was.” Quite a tantilising and groovy developement on some of the ideas I mentioned in the previous post...

I can't take it anymore!!!! The agony of typing that out while my *other* lips are salivating all over my chair!!! This post ends here and now! I'm off to masturbate! (What a weird, rather unattractive word...semantic reinforcement of social stigmas. Fuck that.) Playtime calls...

P.S. Article here: http://www.newsarama.com/TopShelf/LostGirls/MooreLG_01.html