Labels: 4chan, gay, online, yaoi

Labels: 4chan, gay, online, yaoi

1 Unlike your girly privates, which are internal, boy privates are external. God knew that nobody wanted to see all our lady mess, so He pushed everything up inside you. What in tarnation He was thinking when he came up with that nasty, dangling, squishy flesh on boys beats the heck out of me, but I suspect it was so it would be easier for Him to keep an eye on what they're up to. Because trust me: that grotesque grab bag of horror and disappointment is always up to something, gals.

2 Boy privates are often said to resemble hot dogs, although if you ask me, the ones I've seen always called to mind something like those cute little Austrian cocktail weenies they sell 8 to a can. But I think famed author Lynne Cheney described the male unmentionable best when she recalled recoiling at "an old Frankenstein's monster bratwurst that looked like it had rolled under the couch for a month and got covered in dust bunnies and would make you spit up if you even so much as halfheartedly nibbled the tip of it."

3 Though erotically sensitive just like girl nipples, boy nipples are NOT privates – yet. But my husband and I are working hard to instill a sense of sexualized body shame so acute, that one day soon boys will learn that their nipples are dirty little things that will get them – just like you! – arrested when they strut around topless at Myrtle Beach. America is not some big, old licentious San Tropez and it's time all of you out there realized it!

4 The stuff that comes out of boys every time they use you has as many calories as seven whole pints of Häagen-Dazs. That's why all the girls who do "it" always get so fat and ugly and have that ulcerated skin that screams to everyone in church, "I am an insatiable slut!"

5 While almost all American boys have human-looking privates, most foreign boys have privates like German Shepherds or half-open tubes of Max Factor lipstick.

6 Because boys use the business end of their privates as a pipe for going number one, touching it is pretty much the same as taking a bath in a Mexican's toilet.

7 If you play your cards right, the revolting little wrinkled purse part of boy privates is something a Christian lady can go throughout her entire life without ever seeing. But knowing where it is can come in mighty handy when called upon to give a "not until marriage" warning kick.

8 When a boy's disgusting private goes inside of a girl's shameful unmentionable, there is a serious risk of it breaking off and causing excruciating pain while it travels throughout your body like a giant trichinosis worm.

9 Up until the moment in your wedding when he says "I do," a boy's privates sport a treacherous spine of jagged scales, which may or may not secrete acid and weapons-grade anthrax – for which, apparently, only Ann Coulter has developed the antibodies.

10 God designed a boy's privates as part sword, part battering-ram, to joyously stab and hammer you with on the magical night you begin your life-long tethering to the man who'll liberate you from the drudgery of ever having to make your own decisions – except when to have a headache or give an "I don't like this" bite.

http://www.ironhymen.com/boysprivates.asp

Labels: online

It should be said that I adore Raquel Reed, but not in a crazed fan way. The thing that draws me most is her style. A fashion stylist aspire-e like myself, would be drawn to her like a fly (excuse the cliche). She combines over the top colors, prints, and textures with a classy style. There's not anything I could love more. I'm a firm believer that fashion needs a splash of color, however small. All black/monotone is fine, I suppose, but I feel that inspiration and creativity run wild with color involved. Anyway, I first came across Raquel a year or two ago, it's hard to say, really. I'm pretty sure I was searching for scene queens or what a scene queen was, when I stumbled upon a girl with blue hair. Initially, I wasn't all that interested in her, but these last few months have blown up crazily. I'm not even sure what got me back into her. I'm fairly sure I was looking at Israel Hilton's myspace or something and saw a picture of her and wanted to see more (he did her hair, tori did make up). Or, the more probable is that I was on twitter (because I follow her) and she posted an image about customizing some kind of outfit or whatnot. There's also this picture which is highly inspirational. I kind of love everything about her style, from her overly decorated tops to the coolest shoes on the planet. Quick bio found on the net. It's a bit dated, though. Raquel Reed is a model/Go-go Dancer originally from California. Raquel Reed is an implausible electronica rock star and astonishing model. She is the new face of the New York underground scene and an Internet celebrity with an absurd fan base. She is known for "changing her hair more than Joan Rivers gets plastic surgery". She was once the side-kick of Transvestite Sensation Jeffree Star, but due to friendship problems, they no longer communicate. She is the idol of TK Mayhem, aspiring 'Hello Kitty Queen of KC'.

Despite how good Raquel is, she never actually wanted to be a model. She wanted to be a singer, and plans on doing so (but she's okay with modeling). She's shot for Shut Up! Magazine, and was featured in Fashion Central Magazine where she had her own spread. (fashioncentralmagazine.com). She currently lives in NY with her boyfriend. She works as a MAC make-up artist in NYC. She can usually be seen with friends Cazwell (Gay rapper) and Amanda Lepore (Transgender Celeb). I've always admired those who can customize their clothes and actually make them look good. Her hair is spectacular also. It may be bordering obnoxious, but flows well with the rest of her person. I don't want to be a model or singer as her, but as for style, I'm striving toward that.

Labels: online, personal, raquel reed, scene

if you're going to post images involving females(fuckyeahblondgirls and polyvore site models, just to name a few), make damn sure they're females. just because the site you got the image from said it was a girl, doesn't mean they're right. if for any reason you're not sure, ask people. there's nothing worse than posting an image and having others comment that it's a boy. don't take the next step and say it isn't. that makes you look like a preteen asshole that wants attention, and nobody likes one of those.

also, don't tell someone what their gender is. that's like saying "oh, it's not your body, even though you control it, because i said so." not only is that insulting to the person, but who are you to tell them what they're supposed to be? just because you don't agree or they're prettier than you are, doesn't give you the right to tell them how to live. i'm sure you wouldn't like it if someone told you "you're a fat hoe who's dumber than a bimbo. go throw up some more and then maybe we'll accept you. but i doubt it."





images belong to israel hilton and willia, both males.
but then again, they prefer the term androgynous.

Labels: androgyny, dumbass, males, online

Today, I was in the gas station and I saw this creepy lady staring at me and smiling. She just didn't stop. I even gave an awkward wave to let her know that I saw her staring at me. Finally I decided to confront the woman, turns out the overly happy woman was a cardboard cut out

Today, I was eating a croissant. After eating half of it and about to take another bite, a spider crawled out of one of the holes of flaky deliciousness and descended down a thread of web to the table, where it scuddled away. There was a whole family of them living in there.

Labels: fml, online