The March and April Editions

god and don't you remember black-lined stockings? those dark tights, or maybe not-so-dark, with that obvious black line up your calf. you hoped you had great legs, hoped that those dark lines emphasized and drew attention in the best way. the only problem was that you had to keep those lines straight, damn it all. adjusting, readjusting. that was the real test of your sexiness, how straight your lines were....

and above all, i just love photography. well not above all. but above fashion, that's for damn sure. and none of that messy shit, either. but nothing contrived--nothing stilted. but damn! don't tell me... that girls never brush their hair like that, or that they actually wear green lipstick. or if they do--don't try to sell me that they're comfortable that way. and how do they feel in the morning? when everything is smeared to the right, when those low-slung pants are riding their ass-crack? it can't be comfortable. there's something to be said for stretching out and feeling like the only constriction is how close the line is between shadow and sun...

can we please stop pretending that boys are girls and that real men like feeling like a woman?