How to make tutus for babies : Always be my baby by mariah.

How To Make Tutus For Babies

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Smoke up my pointe shoes

Smoke up my pointe shoes

Un sauter sur K-punk's latest post on destroying fascist chic with
Soviet Goth, I dug up my favourite Wouter Deruytter photograph above,
"Trasgenderism; Jem Jender, N.Y.C." and know instantly for sure that
tutus, stockings, feathers and lace cannot be more delightfully at
odds with, as K-punk fashionably puts it, "contemporary culture's
hiphop dominated sportswear brutilitarianism."
One wishes to irreversibly unlearn the word "comfort", when one's feet
is made to do pirouettes and infinite courus in a pair of pale pink,
satin sashaying pointe shoes whose inner linings are constructed out
of pure wood while looking seemingly effortless.

Believe it that pink-ness has never gotten so cruel. After all, we
know that the Swan Princess is always already the Ice Queen ("Kiss at
the hem of my skirt, read, my wired tutu).

But let me move away from "the-story-of-shao's-lack" (and desire,
which, as we always remember from Lacan, is always the lack; or from
Lacan, the eternally inhuman partner) because this is meant to
replicate (the Gothic has always been about replication and not
reproduction) here just how much I enjoy (yet another) of K-punk's on
Siouxsie and the Banshee's Hauteur-Couture of Goth. Female goth contra
male glam, now we are talking.

Whoever knows my rather submissive and anachronistic affairs with
whatever can be called under the mammoth chimera of popular culture,
knows that my belated entry cannot be dissassociated from anything
that is suspicious of asserting an illusory "authentic subjectivity."
The often misunderstood (read, read!) forays to link me with
postmodernism aside, I know too little to abide with the extreme of
"embracing objectality", though a baby step may be to further my
seriousness for frivolity and frivolity for seriousness:

Which is why looking at Siouxsie at times make me wanna shop, though
that is not permitted right now due to debit ceiling, but it does
taunt me to at least wear black heels dancing for the coming Subvert
session this Saturday. Which is why Mayee entered my
office-under-transgression yesterday only to see a desk spillover of
used tissue papers and the love story of J.D.'s postcards between
Socrates and Plato, Freud and beyond, and your most humble reader to
S.p. back.
The corridor gets longer, and the world may just need less sex, but
more sexiness.

The Day You Slipped Away...

The Day You Slipped Away...

Well,it's been a week sense Felix passed.
I can't really say much,because I'll start crying,and I won't be able to stop for hours.
But,I have a million thoughts and stories I wish I had the strength to tell.
All I have to say is that I love my baby boy so much,and I'll treasure that last day I had with him for the rest of my life.
I've had dreams about him every night,and I see him every time I close my eyes.
I just wish I could have done something to save him.
But now he's gone,forever.
I'll never be the same again.He was the sunshine in me,he was what made me go out in a tutu,neon jeans,a cat tail,and a sombrero and walk around with my head held high.

Okay,so now I'm going to *attempt* to talk about something thats better this week.
I got nothin.
I'm sure you guys are tired of hearing about Felix,but I can't help but mourn,he was my baby.

So I guess I'll just list whatever else has happened this week.:
-2 friends have turned on me,they weren't old good friends to begin with,but having them make fun of me in staid of make fun with me,it feels horrible.
-Ash has been sick for the past two days,she has a kitty cold.
-I had a HORRIBLE stomach ache today,and had to go home in 3rd period because I was (TMI) almost throwing up and crying from how badly it hurt.
-I've been ignoring Nate all week,and he hasn't noticed -.-
-My dad has stopped giving me my allowance because "I'm not working".
-I worked for 4 hours to finish Alex's (Pukifee PongPong's) house,and yet I'm still missing furniture (kitchen table,bed,kitchen chairs,plushies,and a tv)
-This chick in my tech class has been threatening to destroy the windmill me and Hope spent 2 WEEKS making.
-People at school have been tripping me and making fun of me more and more lately.
-We barely have any food left in the house and my dad refuses to go shopping or give my mom money to go shopping.
-I'm starting to hate band.I'm stuck on Baritone with a bunch of sixth grade nerds.
-BRAD asked me out Tuesday o.O
-Spencer refuses to ever let me borrow his computer,I had to sneak it from his room while he was sleeping in order to upload this.

So,I hope you guys can understand why I've been in such a weird mood recently,and why I haven't been uploading.


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