There is something very fascinating about how good legs look when you’re wearing heels. And that doesn’t only go for women. If you disregard the whole part where your bone structure suffer permanent damage heels does wonders for just about anyone.
Even these short and boring heels does wonders. The problem is that it’s hard to just keep it at that. As soon as you step into the shoes you feel like going over the top.
And once that shit goes down you wont be able to do anything but add a fab costume on top of it all.
These pictures are from the Miss World 2013 Competition – a drag-monster contest where yours truly was lucky enough to get to play hostess to the wonderful guests. More pictures from the actual event on FLICKR.
An example of how big issues have a profound effect on individuals. That is something I always try to remember.
I am sharing Mitch’s message with you both because I hope someone who will actually vote on this issue will see it but also because I think his message is something everyone should hear.
Jeg må for alvor være ved at blive gammel. Jeg kan ikke huske hvornår jeg sidst læste noget på Modkraft.dk som jeg kunne relatere til. Med det mener jeg at Modkraft er fantastisk gode til at skrive om vigtige og spændende emner som ganske givet fortjener mere opmærksomhed. Men efter første afsnit har jeg det som om jeg bliver hægtet af og den såkaldte queerpolitiske maskine sætter i gang og overdøver alting.
I rather like to think of it as “what am I in the mood for today”.
For my 25th birthday I recieved this from my dear Cheryl:
A POEM FOR PRINCE IASON
There was once a young prince from a land far away,
of the masculine type, cos I’ve heard that they say
that he wrestled with dungeons and dragons each day,
and frequented a jailhouse infested with bears
whom he skewered on a pole, then sent back to their lairs,
and concerned himself mainly with manly affairs;
that’s the gist of the things that they say.
So I don’t think the prince could be gay.
So although I confess he drank Cosmos not beer,
and when Pride came along, was a keen volunteer,
and he frequently swam in the skimpiest gear,
I don’t care that he boogied to seventies disco.
So what if he wanted to see San Francisco,
or, next to his bed, had a bucket of Crisco?
Oh, why do you get the idea
that our masculine prince might be queer?
Now, his father, the king, was a little irate
that he never took ladyfriends out on a date;
but preferred to retire to his room with a mate.
Why he holed up with boy-chums, he wouldn’t confide
(they were strangely dishevelled when coming outside)
so his Dad planned to buy him a mail-order bride,
and was sure it’d really be great.
For the prince was most certainly straight.
Now the princess arrived with intent to be wed
and peculiar buns on the sides of her head,
but alas, he was charmed by her brother instead.
With a ripple of muscles, Luke swung from his horse
and it seemed he was certainly using the force
(and his light-saber leapt into action, of course)
and the prince turned surprisingly red,
as he offered to show him his bed.
In a frenzy with envy, the princess was green;
for it seemed her fiance was not very keen.
She ran into the chamber and witnessed the scene:
she feared her fiance may soon be her ex
as the Jedi in bed was preparing for sex
so she ripped off her robe to show abs, glutes and pecs
all defined with a glistening sheen,
for the princess was really a queen.
Now our posturing prince was a bit of a player,
he saw the princess and he wanted to lay ‘er.
Poor Luke was ignored as they ran to the mayor.
The married at once then they danced in the square
then they feasted on sausage and similar fare.
The king thought they’d soon be producing an heir.
Now our hero is happy with Leia;
the pair of them couldn’t be gayer.
Oh sweetness, I do miss you 🙂