A Faggot In Furs

Dec 09

1975 goooooodnesssssssssssssssss paloma picasso for YSL by helmut newton

1975 goooooodnesssssssssssssssss paloma picasso for YSL by helmut newton

Aug 15

CRAVE

CRAVE

my mother

Mother Dearest - Maybe it would be a good idea to be celebate for a while Hugh. Even with kissing. Make them work for it, let them kiss your cheek or something but dont just start making out with them.

Hugh (Faggot In Furs) - But then they will think i’m a tease and go off with another guy.

Mother Dearest - Well then you can kiss them, but stop sleeping around hugh. Frankly you were acting like a bit of a whore.

Hugh (Faggot In Furs) - *floored*

” — conversation between Mother and Son

oh geeeeeeeee
Faggot In Furs = Horror Show
saveur-exotique:
I know I already tumbled one conversation, but this was really too brilliant to ignore. 

oh geeeeeeeee

Faggot In Furs = Horror Show

saveur-exotique:

I know I already tumbled one conversation, but this was really too brilliant to ignore. 

Aug 10

typical of a conversation between my legally blonde lover and i

typical of a conversation between my legally blonde lover and i

just a little something i did last year … dearest Emma Nicholas my model, my muse, my friend, my neighbour.

just a little something i did last year … dearest Emma Nicholas my model, my muse, my friend, my neighbour.

Aug 07

one day this image shall grace my sweater

one day this image shall grace my sweater

SWOON
Bad Education, my virginal Almodovar film … going back a long long time now.

SWOON

Bad Education, my virginal Almodovar film … going back a long long time now.

Pretty sure one of my dearests will hate me for posting this but i can’t resist.
Heres to us, selves of the past.

Pretty sure one of my dearests will hate me for posting this but i can’t resist.

Heres to us, selves of the past.

Aug 06

wasnt sure how i would like to open up my blog for the world but this poem has infected my mind and i can’t spend a day without re-reading it.

LEWIS CARROLL
1832-1898

HUMPTY DUMPTY’S SONG

In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight -

In spring, when the woods are getting green,
I’ll try and tell you what I mean.

In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you’ll understand the song:

In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.

I sent a message to a fish:
I told them ‘This is what I wish.’

The little fishes of the sea
Then sent an answer back to me.

The little fishes’ andswer was
‘We cannot do it, Sir, because -

I sent to them again to say
‘It will be better to obey.’

The fishes answered with a grin
‘Why, what a temper you are in!’

I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.

I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.

My heart when hop, my heart went thump;
I filled the kettle at the pump.

Then some one came to me and said
‘The little fishes are in bed.’

I said to him, I said it plain,
‘Then you must wake them up again.’

I said it very loud and clear;
I went and shouted in his ear.

But he was very stiff and proud;
He said ‘You needn’t shout so loud!’

And he was very proud and stiff;
He said ‘I’d go and wake them, if -‘

I took a corkscrew from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.

And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.

And when i found the door was shut
I tried to turn the handle, but -