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Random observation of the day: wearing stilettos without a male target really isn't very satisfying.
I set that aside so you could think about that a moment before going on. megan_bradfield posted about how girls like to be pretty just to be pretty. I'd like to cover the flip side of that: being pretty with appreciation. Sometimes you have to have a victim in your line of vision. Put on that sexy, low cut dress and accidentally on purpose leave that bra behind just for when you have to lean over and fix the strap of those ultra hot shoes. Some people would call it teasing. I call it the fine art of the female persuasion.
What's the use of causing blisters and bruises if you can't at least get a little good sympathy out of it? Now that's my dilemma. At least it was. The other day I got a fine foot rub out of the deal. I swear, I'll wear the most brutal pumps imaginable for sixteen hours straight for some good sympathy rubbing. There also may or may not have been one of those bubbling water foot massage machines involved, though I can't really reveal the details of that one because the mess is still being fixed. Hard wood floors are not big fans of mass amounts of water spilling on them, that's for sure. Oh, like I really mind. It's all worth it, in my opinion.
PS - We're recording a new album next month. Kurt, ready the laboratory.
I set that aside so you could think about that a moment before going on. megan_bradfield posted about how girls like to be pretty just to be pretty. I'd like to cover the flip side of that: being pretty with appreciation. Sometimes you have to have a victim in your line of vision. Put on that sexy, low cut dress and accidentally on purpose leave that bra behind just for when you have to lean over and fix the strap of those ultra hot shoes. Some people would call it teasing. I call it the fine art of the female persuasion.
What's the use of causing blisters and bruises if you can't at least get a little good sympathy out of it? Now that's my dilemma. At least it was. The other day I got a fine foot rub out of the deal. I swear, I'll wear the most brutal pumps imaginable for sixteen hours straight for some good sympathy rubbing. There also may or may not have been one of those bubbling water foot massage machines involved, though I can't really reveal the details of that one because the mess is still being fixed. Hard wood floors are not big fans of mass amounts of water spilling on them, that's for sure. Oh, like I really mind. It's all worth it, in my opinion.
PS - We're recording a new album next month. Kurt, ready the laboratory.