Happy Halloween!

All Hallows Eve. The Wiccan New Year. A truly magical and powerful day. Blessings to you all!

Books are SO decorative..........and black and white is SO artsy, don'tcha think?

Insert catchy title here..............

I haven't posted many near-naked to naked pics of cute boys recently so I'll try to make up for it today. Of course, I love and eye-catching humorous titles so I'll add just a few of those as well.

"Don't touch that! You don't know where its been"

"Put that down baby, Elizabeth. It's got germs ALL over its body"

"Where did I put my bus fare?"

"Betcha can't eat just one"

"I'll stop when I need glasses, OK?"

"Don't you wish you had one of these"

"Need a hand?"

Tag, I'm it.

So Vera tagged me in a "meme". I'm such techno retard, I can barely maneuver around my own blog site, so naturally I've not heard of a "meme". But I love the word, it's fun to say. Meme!





Cut and pasted from Vera's blog...............I may be retarded but I can cut and paste, I think.


According to James at Rants of a Diva, here's how this works: I'm supposed to share 7 facts about myself , some random, some weird. Then I tag 7 people at the end of my post by leaving their names and links to their blogs. Then presumably the people I tag read my blog and they do the same. It's kind of like a chain letter except without the threats. So this should be fun, right? Right? Oh yeah, it worked, thanks Vera.





1. The second and third toe on both my feet are webbed.





2. As child I went to the Saturday matinee movie every week, regardless of what was playing.


Admission was 35 cents.





3. I worked part-time at a video rental store called That's Rentertainment for 7 years and


played Aliens every Tuesday and Thursday at 9:30pm. Ripley, "what do those pulse rifles fire?" Gorman, "35mm standard light amour piercing explosive tip caseless, why?" Strictly Ballroom during the "family hours". Les, "Tina, wonderful, wonderful fruit.....everything."





4. During my late teens, my closest friends and I would go our local cemetary, usually at Easter time, and take warped but humorous pictures of ourselves posed on selected and symbolic grave stones. I still have many of them. We were so twisted.





5. I was married (to a woman) for ten loooooooong years and have two fabulous daughters.





6. As a pre-schooler, I recall masturbating at nap-time. I don't think I really had orgasms then. After a while it just didn't feel as good.





7. I had an imaginary friend named, Deedee. I've always wondered what happened to her.








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Would a Vera by any other name be as fabulous?

Is there something in the name Vera that automatically qualifies her for fabulousness? Or at least unique notoriety? You may know my younger sister, Vera Verilee of Vera's big gay blog. You should know Vera Charles of Auntie Mame fame. Or perky actress Vera Miles who portrayed Marion Cranes's less slashed and soggy sister, Lila in Psycho. You probably don't, or if you do, wish you didn't know Vera Craddock, black widow of my co-workers now deceased father-in-law. This weekend I revisited (for the umpteenth time) Vera Donovan, the fabulous foil to Dolores Claiborne. This Vera is portrayed by veteran stage actress Judy Parfitt although she has been featured in several films and television series, including a recurring character on ER. If you ever get a chance to check out her Gertrude in Tony Richardson's 1969 version of Hamlet of our time for our time, it's worth her performance and the director's vision of a Hamlet much rooted in the late 1960s counter-culture.

As Vera Donovan said........................."Don't look to me, Dolores. All my money is tied up in cash"........"Sometime you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold onto"................Six pins, Dolores! I like six pins, not five"..........."Don't we have a hair across our ass this morning, Dolores Claiborne?"...................."Vera, call me Vera. I insist that all women who has hysterics in my drawing room call me by my Christian name".............An accident Dolores, can be an unhappy woman's best friend. Husbands die every day, Dolores. Why...one is probably dying right now while you're sitting here weeping. They die....and leave their wives their money. I should know, shouldn't I? Sometimes they're driving home from their mistress' apartment and their brakes suddenly fail"......................"I hate the smell of being old". Of course the divine Dolores has many great zingers of her own, so I'll leave you with......"Now, you listen to me, Mr Grand High Poobah of Upper Buttcrack, I'm just about half-past give a shit with your fun and games.

I'll drink to that....

and one for Mahler!

"I'm gonna need me that wine!"

"Isn't it a little early in the day to be drinking?" "I don't understand the question."

".....some young thin brunette draped over my chaise, popping pills, puffing pot, rotting his brains out on rock and roll."

"Bad table manners, my dear, have ruined more marriages than infidelity."

"It is, perhaps, remiss of me to dismiss court so early today but the foul stench from those miserable retches at the bar were so offensive to my nostrils, I fear it would impair the soundness of my judgement."

"What I call enterprise, poppin' pussies into pies."

"Keep away from her 'cept for Chino. This is not the Maria we know."

"Stay close to the candles, the stairway can be treacherous."

"For I have crossed the Rubicon, let the bridge be burned behind me. Come what may, come what may."

"I'll just add water and stir."

"Vera just adores little boys" "mmmyeeeess"

Sweet coral lips where nature's treasure lies....

As my dear friend Megan puts it, "I am a make-out slut"! I LOVE making-out! I LOVE kissing! It has to be one of my favorite activities. And I must say, I excel at it. Not just excel, I'm a really great kisser. It still amazes me that some people either just don't know how or are really bad at it. Or their idea of kissing is far different than mine. It's always disappointing to start the approach, lips nearing each other, eyes starting to close, then......wham. I get this hard stiff tongue in my mouth that just sits there. I truly can't believe that its some people's idea of kissing. I love some tongue as much as the next person (maybe more) but to have that hard little muscle just shoved in there. What in the hell am I supposed to do with it. Sometimes I'd just like to bite. Ah, well. As I've been told many times in the past......"you should write a book". Hmmmm, "The Art of French Kissing"............"Making-out with Mischa"..........."A Tongue in the Mouth is Worth Two in the Bush".............."Lip Smackin' Good"...............The Pucker Approach"........."When words aren't enough, shut your mouth, but not too far".........."The Answer is on the Tip of My Tongue"..... Of making out with any of the little beauties posted today is simply, The Joy of Kissing.