From the land of the Straight Male Gaze (i.e., print media...oh hell, the entire world) comes all these recent photo shoots arguing that THIS IS THE SEX:
I like a pretty pretty lady just like every other stripper/librarian in this town, but the ones depicted above don't make me clamor to give them an invitation to the pants party. Somebody please explain; I'm like a (tiny, adorable) doe lost in the woods.
Handsome Furs - “I'm Confused”
GQ/Details/Esquire, I believe that Allure mag has sonned you in terms of sexy-girl photographic imagery - and Allure is a mag for ladies. It shouldn't be this way, but sometimes it takes a competitor in the world of periodicals to come along and make you rethink your photo shoot direction. I mean, I think we all remember where we were, what time it was, and what we were wearing when we first experienced
(Sorry for fucking up your whole program. I should've warned you not to click unless you want to make sure you are completely distracted the rest of the day. I still haven't recovered)
PS - UHHMM. Buddy buddy buddy all in my face? Additional photo-shoot confusion.
My former Internet paramour Malin. This leaves me feeling awkward, and that's hard to do, and it leaves me feeling dirty, and not in a good way, and this is bad, so bad, and NOT bad meaning good like it's '85. It could be because the dainty undergarments are black; I just don't know. I want to run away from this, as I am feeling besmirched.