Lesbians and meat

It should surprise no one that I spent this past Friday doing my usual dance-around-with-a-bunch-of-queers-wearing-translucent-clothing thing. 

Thanks, Bloodhound Photography!

"I love a bold eye with an understated lip." Uh yeah. Me too?

I would describe my stylistic choices for the evening as "Clarissa, having explained it all, finds herself turning tricks to support her milkshake habit."

Speaking of milkshakes, I spent Saturday doing the best/worst thing for which I've ever been even partially responsible. And that thing, my friends, was building a meat castle. A team of ragtag hooligans assembled in North Portland to design and create a fortress made of spare ribs, sausage links, bacon, and ground veal. We had very high hopes initially, attempting to craft elaborate trusses using our collective (minimal) knowledge of architecture and structural engineering.

What we wound up with was less of a castle and more of a double wide, complete with a nativity in the front yard.

Oh little town of Bethleham.

Also, can someone tell me what Pinterest is? I just want to understand where all of my married sorority sisters get their ideas for holiday crafts, and why none of those craft projects involve meat. Knowledge is power!

Dreams do come true!

Happiness is realizing that I am ONE degree of Facebook friend separation from Beth Ditto. It's true- I've made it! I wanna throw my hat up in the air, Mary Tyler Moore-style, and just bask in my proximity to greatness.

In other news, I spent slightly over an hour at Mississippi Records yesterday trying to remember why I don't need to spend $60 on the Shangri-Las' "Leader of the Pack" original vinyl.

 

Today, I am (hopefully) finishing my XXXmas shopping by finishing this mug of Irish coffee and wandering around my hood. I will also be taking advantage of the fact that it is a rare day of December sunshine by wearing sunglasses. 

See, you assume I'm all made up and fancy looking because you can't see my crazy, bloodshot, unibrow'd eyeballs, but- haha!- I'M ONLY WEARING LIPSTICK. Tricks, y'all! Tricks of the lazy and late-rising!

This hot beauty tip has been brought to you by Wet n' Wild, which has replaced MAC as my cosmetic-brand-of-choice since I have no income. I count myself among you, huddled masses. We are the 99% and stuff!

I forgot to mention our one degree of separation is Karl Lagerfeld.

Party time, excellent

Good evening, my fellow Americans.

My name is Leigh. If you're reading this, you probably know me already. Just for clarity's sake, however, this is what I look like:

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If this is not the person whose blog you thought you were reading, then HAHA. Yolk's on you! You should leave now and maybe come back when I have amassed some decent content. By "decent" I mean "sexy," and by "content" I mean "pictures of Tom Hanks." I'll go ahead and tell you that that day will come soon, so check back frequently! I WILL NOT DISAPPOINT!

Presently, this blog is to serve as a of chronicle of things I do, stuff I wear, and places I go. It may at times also serve as an excuse to bitch about things like queer identity politics and body politics and political politics (haw!), but I will probably stick mostly to fashion, tales, and cat news.

I look forward to internetting at you all!

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