Showing posts with label Shake What Your Mama Gave Ya. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shake What Your Mama Gave Ya. Show all posts

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Let's Go-Go.

This weekend, we were fortunate enough to be in the crowd for the Wasabassco Stagg Party at The Bell House. Although there were many delights that evening (Madame Rosebud made a delectable appearance, as did Marlo Marquise who was literally on fire, and we will never forget Gal Friday and Peekaboo Pointe's bounce-off), one of our unexpected favorite moments was the go-go intermission. Note to all performance spaces ever: a go-go intermission is the best kind of set break we can think of.

Nasty Canasta via Stagg Street

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Sunday, May 15, 2016

Ladies, Get Your Swagger Back.

I'm getting a little grumbly about something today, you guys. I fell down a video hole today, as I often do, trying to find something to share for mutual wanking and appreciation.

What I found was a lot of this:


Please don't get me wrong, that's a beautiful woman in a beautifully filmed short movie (and DANG, I love your tattoo). But GOD, does anyone ever really roll around on a bed to seduce their partner? Does anyone ever really ruffle their hair over their faces and coo to incite lust?
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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

All Those Hands Inside Those Jeans.

I often talk about the chuckle and little bristle of pride that I get when a man cat-calls me in public. I know I'm supposed to be offended by his thinking of me as a sex object, but let's be honest: I like being a sex object sometimes. This particular line of thinking got me to wondering if other women cat-call men in their heads as much as I do. And, let's be honest, when you see all this ass up in them jeans, you're going to know why I'm asking.

I mean, why don't we do this? Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my husband's ass while he's going about his daily activities and am just like, DAMN SON.





This one might be my favorite of the bunch. If you're thinking to yourself, "I'd like to take a bite out of that." I'll tell you from experience; yes, you really would.



Sweet dreams, ladies. Maybe some day this week, we'll all be emboldened to look that well-dressed man on the subway in the eye and ask him to shake what his mama gave him.