Jan. 9th, 2012

monk222: (Strip)
Considering how Marilyn Monroe has always been the favorite object of emulation for drag queens, I suppose it should not be surprising that a gay man would give us one of the more colorful commentaries on the famous and tragic actress. It is a striking picture.

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monk222: (Strip)
Considering how Marilyn Monroe has always been the favorite object of emulation for drag queens, I suppose it should not be surprising that a gay man would give us one of the more colorful commentaries on the famous and tragic actress. It is a striking picture.

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monk222: (Christmas)
I believe Julia is ready with her little love-treat...

_ _ _

'You can turn round now,' said Julia.

He turned round, and for a second almost failed to recognize her. What he had actually expected was to see her naked. But she was not naked. The transformation that had happened was much more surprising than that. She had painted her face.

She must have slipped into some shop in the proletarian quarters and bought herself a complete set of make-up materials. Her lips were deeply reddened, her cheeks rouged, her nose powdered; there was even a touch of something under the eyes to make them brighter. It was not very skilfully done, but Winston's standards in such matters were not high. He had never before seen or imagined a woman of the Party with cosmetics on her face. The improvement in her appearance was startling. With just a few dabs of colour in the right places she had become not only very much prettier, but, above all, far more feminine. Her short hair and boyish overalls merely added to the effect. As he took her in his arms a wave of synthetic violets flooded his nostrils. [...]

'Scent too!' he said.

'Yes, dear, scent too. And do you know what I'm going to do next? I'm going to get hold of a real woman's frock from somewhere and wear it instead of these bloody trousers. I'll wear silk stockings and high-heeled shoes! In this room I'm going to be a woman, not a Party comrade.'

They flung their clothes off and climbed into the huge mahogany bed. It was the first time that he had stripped himself naked in her presence. Until now he had been too much ashamed of his pale and meagre body, with the varicose veins standing out on his calves and the discoloured patch over his ankle. There were no sheets, but the blanket they lay on was threadbare and smooth, and the size and springiness of the bed astonished both of them. 'It's sure to be full of bugs, but who cares?' said Julia.

_ _ _

Yeah, who cares? Let’s bounce!

I suppose we should give the lovebirds their privacy as they try out those bed-springs.

Enjoy yourselves now, my darlings, happiness never lasts forever, if it ever comes at all.
monk222: (Christmas)
I believe Julia is ready with her little love-treat...

_ _ _

'You can turn round now,' said Julia.

He turned round, and for a second almost failed to recognize her. What he had actually expected was to see her naked. But she was not naked. The transformation that had happened was much more surprising than that. She had painted her face.

She must have slipped into some shop in the proletarian quarters and bought herself a complete set of make-up materials. Her lips were deeply reddened, her cheeks rouged, her nose powdered; there was even a touch of something under the eyes to make them brighter. It was not very skilfully done, but Winston's standards in such matters were not high. He had never before seen or imagined a woman of the Party with cosmetics on her face. The improvement in her appearance was startling. With just a few dabs of colour in the right places she had become not only very much prettier, but, above all, far more feminine. Her short hair and boyish overalls merely added to the effect. As he took her in his arms a wave of synthetic violets flooded his nostrils. [...]

'Scent too!' he said.

'Yes, dear, scent too. And do you know what I'm going to do next? I'm going to get hold of a real woman's frock from somewhere and wear it instead of these bloody trousers. I'll wear silk stockings and high-heeled shoes! In this room I'm going to be a woman, not a Party comrade.'

They flung their clothes off and climbed into the huge mahogany bed. It was the first time that he had stripped himself naked in her presence. Until now he had been too much ashamed of his pale and meagre body, with the varicose veins standing out on his calves and the discoloured patch over his ankle. There were no sheets, but the blanket they lay on was threadbare and smooth, and the size and springiness of the bed astonished both of them. 'It's sure to be full of bugs, but who cares?' said Julia.

_ _ _

Yeah, who cares? Let’s bounce!

I suppose we should give the lovebirds their privacy as they try out those bed-springs.

Enjoy yourselves now, my darlings, happiness never lasts forever, if it ever comes at all.
monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)


I thought this was a poignant picture, suggesting the idealism and potential of this country, but which feels increasingly like a lost dream.
monk222: (Mori: by tiger_ace)


I thought this was a poignant picture, suggesting the idealism and potential of this country, but which feels increasingly like a lost dream.

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