Lianablog

marklisanti:

Presumably, the producers of The Bridge to Blowwhere* will provide the black-framed glasses, the bearskin rug, and the horny snowmobile repairman making the unexpected cabin-call.

[*Ed.note—Obviously needs work, but I didn’t want to go with anything drilling-related.]

[soupsoup: muppetpants:livejamie:brookehatfield: via]

I was hoping for something a bit more Sapphic.

We open in a library: Sarah is burning books, undetered by the protests of a young librarian – perhaps a redhead.  She begins to read aloud from Judy Blume’s Forever, lingering on the most graphic descriptions of teenage lust.  The librarian grows increasingly titillated; finally she can’t take it anymore and grabs Sarah, pulling off the Governor’s clothes to reveal an American flag-print bikini.  A moment later the women are going at it, moaning and ripping out photos from Our Bodies, Ourselves.  Unable to take control herself, Sarah rears back and pulls rapturously at the librarian’s hair, screaming out “Oh, Miss Celie, I feel like singing!”