Teaser

Tori Amos once said, in an interview with Q music magazine in 1998,

"How can I be a sacred being...and a hot pussy?"

Good question Tori...
I'm going to leave you to chew on the necessity and importance of asking such a question till I get back to you with some more substantial meditations...

By the by, there's been a lot of research and conversation going on behind the scenes here at Wet Your Lips *Here* regarding a particularly loaded post on what it means to have a *penchant* for lipstick for different people. I'm especially concerned with the difficulties we face and possible solutions. All guests to my little lipstick playground are invited to share their experiences and concerns with your Lady Lipstick via email for this post at: wetyourlipshere@yahoo.com -you are welcome to remain anonymous or to be credited for your input.
Now excuse me while I go pout and ponder (and then *play*, of course) some more...

A New Commandment...

I could do this aaaaaaaall night...

Finally…some of the long-awaited application photos. This is one of the inexhaustible *joys* of having a lipstick fetish…

P.S. Girls, you know you have a lipstick fetish when…
a) You’re randomly playing with your bellybutton and suddenly notice there’s a load of creamy colour under your fingernail
b) You’re doing your laundry and notice every single item of underwear is stained in various, pretty colours

All of which happened to Yours Truly yesterday…Case closed.

Good Old-fashioned Wanton Self Indulgence

I know most of the content at Wet Your Lips *Here* for the past two months has been on the text-heavy side, I have some very serious gratitude to a few of you for your fantastic responses, and you can rest assured they will be dealt with right *here*...

For now though, as this post declares, it's time for some good old-fashioned, wanton self indulgence ;-)
Leopards and tigers and pussies, oh my!

"We should have each other to tea…
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream" - "Lovecats", The Cure

Down kitty!

Serendipity

If I had, indeed, designed this site to meet someone else’s desires, to tweak a truth here and liven up a lie there, to highlight this and shadow that for the sake of becoming a living fantasy…if this were the case allow me to assure you, dear readership of “Wet your lips *here*, that you would not be seeing this post…

Your Lady Lipstick really is just another human being out there, traversing this crazy planet from day to day, trying to get by and enjoy the ride to the best of my abilities.
I can look like crap in the morning too, fussed-up hair, smudged eyeliner, worn and smeared lipstick, puffy-eyed and grumpy… Shuffling around the house in clothes that don’t always make me feel or look particularly sexy.
And, like you, I can also have my bad days.
Bad weeks in this case…

But have no fear, I’m not going launch into a tour d’force about my workload or the people I’m currently disgusted with, rather, I’m going to show you the result of my efforts to bring myself back to peace with the world, or society I should rather say…
And me.

So there I was, feeling utterly out of joint and wracking my mind for an answer as to why people can be so awful to each other, when I got to thinking about some old psychological theory…
I ask you to bear with me, put aside impatience for but a moment and follow this train of thought, oh, and do enjoy the photos along the way…

Right, according to Freud every one of us “splits our ego” (that is to say our understanding of our Self as a separate, unique identity) at what is called “The Mirror Phase” of our phsychological development as children. We need to divide our identity in order to be able to know it, to be able to investigate the various aspects of it as we would our reflections in the bathroom mirror.

(The sun and the moon/light and darkness)

This leads to a couple of problems Jacques Lacan investigates in his theory of “The Other”. This theory stipulates that the dividing of the ego, in an attempt to make the notion of identity a stable,
boundaried entity, leads us to demonize or exoticize (“put on a pedestal” if you will) the parts our Self we have split, which we project onto other people around us. This is supposed to be the core reason why some people succumb to racism, why others romanticize the idea of life amongst tribes untouched by modern life, why some women unmitigatingly despise men, why some men become slaves to the female form…

In Lacan’s theory, we’re all driven by fear, even our desires stem from it: fear of loss.
Well I think that’s crap. Fear that is.
It makes us do stupid things to one another, sometimes directly to a specific other, and sometimes that other just gets the bruises of being in the way of someone’s blindly self-centred mission.

(Male and female/masculinity and feminity)
I really think the human race would be a happier one if we could just acknowledge these partitions we carry in our identity, let them kiss and make-up, and allow them to comfortably co-exist in our Selves. Like two sides to the same coin. The coin is a singular entity, but, yes, it always lands one side up (the dominant side of the divided aspect) and that’s okay.

So, to do this for myself, I thought I’d conduct a marriage ceremony in lipstick on my body. I guess this shoot qualifies more as art than erotica, but, with all due sincerity, I enjoyed it as much as any other shoot on this blog. Not only did it help me feel better but, hey, this “my body is my temple” jazz sure helps me feel sublimely sexy when I’m down. Cheers to that.
(0 and 1/being and non-being/subjectivity and objectivity)
“I’d give my heart and soul to know why
we spend all of our lives
going out of our minds,
looking back to our birth,
forward to our demise.
Even scientists say
everything is just light,
not created, destroyed,
but eternally bright.
Masters in every time,
lord in every place,
those who stood up for love
in spite of the hate” –Live, “They Stood Up For Love”


And when we put aside our fear, and “stand up for love”…
We achieve…