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Miss Makeover: “BEAUTY” AND THE BEASTLY MY MOTHER MEETS GEEZER
Posted by: | CommentsMiss Makeover says… My mother is difficult. And I am impossible.
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Miss Makeover: “BEAUTY” AND THE BEASTLY MY MOTHER MEETS GEEZER
Miss Makeover: “BEAUTY” AND THE BEASTLY MY MOTHER MEETS GEEZER
Posted by: | CommentsMiss Makeover says… My mother is difficult. And I am impossible. Let’s drop the euphemisms.
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Martin Amis: Breasts or Bottoms
Posted by: | CommentsMARTIN AMIS: BREASTS OR BOTTOMS? Apologies for returning to the Priss Prince once more but he was my husband’s favourite, also a stick he used to beat me. I might have been a published writer but my husband had read Gabriel Garcia Marquez (although not since university) and kept on with Martin Amis even through the embarrassments of Night Train and Yellow Dog.
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Martin Amis: Breasts or Bottoms
Martin Amis: Breasts or Bottoms
Posted by: | CommentsMARTIN AMIS: BREASTS OR BOTTOMS? Apologies for returning to the Priss Prince once more but he was my husband’s favourite, also a stick he used to beat me. I might have been a published writer but my husband had read Gabriel Garcia Marquez (although not since university) and kept on with Martin Amis even through the embarrassments of Night Train and Yellow Dog.
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Simone de Beauvoir’s bare bum
Posted by: | CommentsNo one is more interested in important feminist and existentialist pioneer Simone de Beauvoir than I am – well, actually, most people know more about the respected writer and proto-polyamorist Ms de Beauvoir than I do. (Incidentally, you’re a secular saint for putting up with that bellend Jean-Paul Sartre) There’s a forthcoming movie about her relationship with Nelson Algren, who wrote The Man with the Golden Arm and his superb picture of her naked, from behind, in high heels has surfaced in Prospect magazine, (for worthy intellectuals, not really for degenerates like me but my subscription paid off in the end, in her end if you will, which is Skin Two worthy, an object of worship, and far too beautiful for a pretentious philosopher stinking of Gaulloise. Needless to say they’ve hidden it on the website but check out this Samoan guy’s tats http://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/2010/07/diary-13/ And, as many people have said of me, Quel cul (what an arse…)
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