Holee Shit, Blade Runner

I just saw the director's cut re-release of Blade Runner. I had not seen the film before (although I did read the story last year...) and every time I say that to somebody, they go, "WTF? You haven't seen Blade Runner? How could that be true? It's so very you!"

And, now that I've seen it, I had to ask myself "Holy shit! How could I have not seen this movie?". I mean, really, I've spent 25 years of my life having not seen Blade Runner, and it is so very very fucking me. It expresses practically the whole of my aesthetic preferences. It asks Probing Questions About What It Means To Be Human. It is chock full of moral ambiguity. You don't really know what happens to the hero and the heroine at the end. And, a guy fucks a robot(!!).

Anyway, I feel enriched by the experience.

Holee Shit, Blade Runner

I just saw the director's cut re-release of Blade Runner. I had not seen the film before (although I did read the story last year...) and every time I say that to somebody, they go, "WTF? You haven't seen Blade Runner? How could that be true? It's so very you!"

And, now that I've seen it, I had to ask myself "Holy shit! How could I have not seen this movie?". I mean, really, I've spent 25 years of my life having not seen Blade Runner, and it is so very very fucking me. It expresses practically the whole of my aesthetic preferences. It asks Probing Questions About What It Means To Be Human. It is chock full of moral ambiguity. You don't really know what happens to the hero and the heroine at the end. And, a guy fucks a robot(!!).

Anyway, I feel enriched by the experience.

Underpants! Underpants! Underpants!

It was an exciting weekend at EHQ, full of lingerie. Er... sorta. On the advice of opaljax, I went to a shop in Independence called Intimate Designs, which, as one might imagine from the name, sells bras and undies and suchlike. And lo, they did have bras in my size. And lo, I bought some. With panties to match. This has never happened before in my entire life. So one purpose of this post is to put forth to all the local folks that if you wear an unlikely bra size (and I know some/many of you do) that you should bring custom to these lovely folks, because they carry pretty much every possible size, and not just in Industrial Bras, but also in the sort of bra that would make a drag queen go "is this too much?". So that's good.

Following that experience, we arrived back at EHQ to discover that my order of little cherry dressish thing and little cherry stockings had arrived. Fashion shows ensued. triadruid approved. So we are all full up with the drag over here. As mentioned, the first person who acts like I'm a girl now that I have bras and panties that match and stockings and so on, I'm punching them in the kidneys. I consider this notice fair warning.

And then, oh yes, we ventured forth to look at some other people in their underwear, at the Hurly Burly burlesque show. We had some reservation about going, since we didn't know where it was going to be, but breathofgold talked us into it. It was, of course, fucking brilliant. If you didn't go, you have a chance to see some of the performers on Sunday, 1/20. I encourage you to take that chance if you can. breathofgold has a lovely review of the Hurly Burly show here, and I have very little to add. Except this: It is quickly becoming my opinion that burlesque is better when done by large women.

And that's my panty report for the week. ;)

Underpants! Underpants! Underpants!

It was an exciting weekend at EHQ, full of lingerie. Er... sorta. On the advice of opaljax, I went to a shop in Independence called Intimate Designs, which, as one might imagine from the name, sells bras and undies and suchlike. And lo, they did have bras in my size. And lo, I bought some. With panties to match. This has never happened before in my entire life. So one purpose of this post is to put forth to all the local folks that if you wear an unlikely bra size (and I know some/many of you do) that you should bring custom to these lovely folks, because they carry pretty much every possible size, and not just in Industrial Bras, but also in the sort of bra that would make a drag queen go "is this too much?". So that's good.

Following that experience, we arrived back at EHQ to discover that my order of little cherry dressish thing and little cherry stockings had arrived. Fashion shows ensued. triadruid approved. So we are all full up with the drag over here. As mentioned, the first person who acts like I'm a girl now that I have bras and panties that match and stockings and so on, I'm punching them in the kidneys. I consider this notice fair warning.

And then, oh yes, we ventured forth to look at some other people in their underwear, at the Hurly Burly burlesque show. We had some reservation about going, since we didn't know where it was going to be, but breathofgold talked us into it. It was, of course, fucking brilliant. If you didn't go, you have a chance to see some of the performers on Sunday, 1/20. I encourage you to take that chance if you can. breathofgold has a lovely review of the Hurly Burly show here, and I have very little to add. Except this: It is quickly becoming my opinion that burlesque is better when done by large women.

And that's my panty report for the week. ;)