Queery Robbie: A crossdress in 'She's Madonna'

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Introducing draq queen Robbie
I was sitting in a coffee shop having my usual Latte Machiatto when suddenly on the TV screen I see a crossdresser. I was so proud that they we're showing crossdressers in a video that I instantly left my coffee and turned to see the video. After the crossdresser stripped I found myself pretty shocked: It was Robbie Williams. Although he's been "accused" time and again of being gay, nobody ever confirmed anything, or at least nothing got to my ears. :)
The name of this shocking video is "She's Madonna", which makes it more clearer by the day that Mr Williams is actually Ms Williams, provided that most gays are "in love" with Madonna.
The idea of the song
So how did he get to Madonna? Very simple, really. The "She's Madonna" sentence appears to be the reason for which Guy Ritchie left his lover, Tv presenter Tania Strecker. According to her side of the "ditching" story, Guy Ritchie left Tania by telling her: "Look, you know I really love you, but she's Madonna." It seems the whole song started from there on...
Queery Robbie steals again ?
According to reliable sources it is believed that Mr or should I say Ms Williams had come up with the idea of the song together with Rod Stewart's stepson, Ashley Hamilton. Ashley sustains that he and Robbie came up with the idea of "She's Madonna" one afternoon over coffee. Robbie does not confirm this story as he says he came up with the song after seeing Madonna at the MTV awards. The artist was also found guilty of having stolen another song like 4-5 years ago and he was obliged to pay 64.000 pounds back then.
So the song isn't a colaboration between Robbie and the Pet Shop Boys, but between him and Ashley Hamilton. Ashley says he has recorded demos to prove it and he will go to court if neccesary.

Unfortunately,YouTube doesn't have the right to "share" the video with us. But I`m sure you`ll find it either on the net or see it on TV. The video shows Robbie wearing Uma Thurman's "Pulp Fiction" wig and also a black dress with a generous neckline. So drag Robbie goes Madonna ? :)

Here's a song I`m sure you`ll enjoy. Just put it when you feel like foocking :) The lyrics and the name of the song !

The only aphrodisiac
I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question
I've ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for meI begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something that I ever couldn't re-create
Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my backI get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name
[Spanish] Ay papi eres tan grande y tan duro
Y me lo das tan bueno
Tu eres mi pecado mortal
Comelo otra vez

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told
You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again andAgain
My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
ICovered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
You fucking me makes me bilingual...
Jose Nunez - Bilingual ENJOY !!!

The Call - Your telephone is (not) ringing

My phone has a very funny way of ringing. My ringtone goes like this:"Your telephone is ringing". Everybody laughs at it! Well at least mine is ... theirs ? Not really!

The next day call. So you went out with this handsome guy, fancy car, fancy restaurant, you laughed all night and you didn't start eating with your hands nor did you fart while eating... So what went wrong ?
Those cute, handsome guys really know how to lie and we don't even see that. I love those guys, they're too good to be true. Or too bad to be alive? They sound absolutely sincere when they promise that they`ll call you tomorrow to go shopping or to the mall. FIRST LIE! And guess what? They don't! Oh but you knew that because your date didn't call, your friend's date didn't call him and so on ... Hm, so why do the guys we date commit a sin by lying so nicely to us? I would love to believe the old excuse: "oh, grandma died" or "I was so busy that I even forgot to brush today". SECOND LIE! We must be suckers to fall for those old, antique ways of seeking forgiveness. So why do they bother to go through so many lies when they can simply say: "Well you're not really my type, so don't be a fool and sit around all day next to your cordless phone!"
Thank God is cordless! Imagine sitting around next to your phone, which isn't cordless! So while sitting and waiting for THE CALL you might just stop thinking he got ran over by a train or something and start thinking about the next guy you'll go out with!
The guy. While we're feeling sorry about him thinking I-don't-know-what happened to him, he's probably at his next victime or at least laughing at the thought that we're waiting for him to call. Don't worry - He didn't forget! He just didn't feel like calling, he doesn't have Alzihmer although he's so old in this "phone lying" business. Why did he lie ? :)
No. While it may be in his nature to lie, it isn't really a hobby, you know? Like all of us, HE is searching for Mr Right and has the right to search for his man until he gets the perfect match! So we shouldn't blame them for searching, but for the fact that they're lying to us or they ommit to tell us that we aren't what they're looking for!
Meeting him. So time flies and you accidentaly run into him on the street! After the usual "Hello, Hello" he tries to escape and you try to bring up the "why didn't you call?" discussion. Although akward you feel like cutting his "bowls" and to scream you have saved the world from a liar! Before you feel like an hero or something you land back on Earth just when he says goodbye.

Have we become so desperate to relate to someone that our lives depend on THE phone CALL ?

This Week's Cover Story: Deemer

Media: Photo Cover Story

I was browsing the Internet and I came across this incredible guy, which makes his pictures worth seeing. His name is Deemer and these are some of his works, for other masterpieces join : http://www.deemer.deviantart.com

Crushes

There are many types of guys in this world. Those you like, those you don't like, those you find cute but are actually jerks, those that aren't cute but they are fascinating, those that aren't cute nor fascinating etc. Then we all have crushes. A crush on our deskmate, a crush on a friend, a crush on a friend's friend, a crush on our neighbour, a crush on a colleague, a crush on a teacher, a crush for rockers etc. Well I have a crush for emo guys. That's why you`ll find attached some cute pictures of emo guys. :)

(to be continued)

In Candance Bushnell's Lipstick Jungle

As many of you already know the name of this blog somehow resembles to the famous show "Sex And The City". I might say it all started when I saw the first episode, but the truth is that this "phenomenon" started when Candance Bushnell published the book that gives the title of the show.
Now she has published her 4th book, which I didn't really have the chance to read but it seems interesting from the outside. So I went on Amazon.com and as usually got a full report on the author and book.

Though Bushnell's fourth book opens in familiar Sex and the City territory—a fashion show in Bryant Park where attendees sport Jimmy Choo and Baume & Mercier—the novel quickly takes off for deeper waters. For once, men—how to get them, how to keep them—aren't Bushnell's central focus, and her three main characters, all women in their early 40s, are surely her richest to date. Two of the three are married with children; all are at the top of their field. Wendy, a movie executive at the Miramax-like Parador, struggles to finish a potentially Oscar-winning flick while placating her unemployed hubby at home. Nico, editor-in-chief at Bonfire magazine, juggles the Machiavellian politics of her corporate parent-company with the needs of her naïf boy-toy lover and her savvy Columbia professor husband. And while fashion designer Victory Ford may date a Mr. Big-like character, she takes the relationship lightly. Most of her energies are directed to saving her business, which has fallen on hard times since she launched a new, more innovative line. Bushnell herself won't face the same problem. There's plenty of the old razzle-dazzle to satisfy her fans. Her characters lunch at Michael's, go on dates to the Whitney Biennial and shop for ponies at the Palm Beach Polo Club. There's a make-out session in a bar bathroom, panty ripping on a kitchen countertop and many frank descriptions of urban sexual mores. But Bushnell's emphasis on female friendship and career ambition may also win her a legion of new readers. Her characters want "the sweet, creamy sensation of power," and it's Bushnell's account of how they got it, and how they keep it, that will really keep readers turning pages. Expect a splashy debut, followed by a long run of sales.
(this part has been taken from Amazon.com)

Hunting Bambi

While crossing the street back and forth something hit me. No, it wasn't a car so don't throw a party. I remembered watching cartoons and as nice as they were some of them were quite sad. I mean like very sad ... Take Bambi, for example, I think everyone cried when they saw the cartoon with her. She lost her mom and all that!
Nowadays we have Bambies too. Yeah, I`m talking about those 15-16 years old children desperate to have sex. They oh so cute and oh so innocent, so why don't take advantage of them? The big bad wolves, usually ranging from 25-30 years old and a lot more years of humping beds, are ready for action. But how low life can you be to chase youngsters? Do some like to play Tom and Jerry just for the sake of showing off a trophy?
Innocent, but lively children are usually endowed with a little bit of brain and a little bit more of a "lower head" judgement. Although they jump up and down (and move it all around) trying to play the role of a mature/grown-up gay, the only persons they succeed in fooling are themselves. The big bad wolves have passed through enough "oil stations" to fall for that old trick. The only ones falling are the Bambies!
So in a desperate call for help, please help us avoid the extinction of Bambies! :) Good night!