…were not talking about birds. We’re talking about creative kink in the hands of two very adept "good peoples." So pay attention, ‘cuz the news is awesome and so are the newsmakers.
The Hand: Lyndee
As you should know by now, I’m not always perfect (shush–don’t tell the slaves). For example, I’m not the most tolerant person–at least in certain cases–and, ironically enough, intolerance is my major bitch. But I am good about celebrating my partners in crime, who are working it…in a good way. Luscious Lyndee happens to be one of those people. I mention her on occasion, and she stops by this blog quite often to leave a comment. I try to return the favor, only usually when I get over to her blog, she is yapping about sports, sports and more sports. Of which, despite being raised in the midst of a father, siblings, cousins uncles and even boyfriends who live for the game–any game, anywhere, anytime–I have neither comprehension nor interest. So it’s almost impossible for me to leave a comment of at least some import. Although she might be getting kinky with clown sex in the near future. You can bet I’ll have something to say then. Honk, honk. Last year, Lyndee expanded her enterprise to offer panty sluts and crossdressers a new place to hang out, The Pink Panty Cafe, which is an adorable little corner for all things sissified. Contrary to what you might thing, many PSOs have a special place in their hearts for sissy boys. I think it’s because they appeal to our maternal (or wicked stepmother) instincts. Well, now she’s gone and done it again–her dynasty grows as she presents a deliciously elegant new site, Earotica, where it looks like she will be offering some nice and some not so nice (x-rated? cross your dirty little fingers) essays and stories in her blog there. Maybe she’ll stop by and let us know. In the meantime, get over there and have yourself a peek-a-boo….and, of course, give her a call. Tell her Angela sent you and I expect a finder’s fee.
The Bush: Burke
As a journalist/columnist I’ve had the pleasure of interviewing
Burke Heffner, the gifted photographer of
Things to Look At and lucky husband of the incredibly beautiful Veronica Varlow of
Danger Dame. To this day, that interview stands out as one the best times I’ve had when putting ink to notepad. Take if from me, not only is Burke a passionate artist, he is also one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. Multitasking like so many of us do these days, Burke seems to always be up to something. Kinda-sorta specializing in pin-up and glamour, he works with models to build portfolios and is also available for other types of photo sessions, including events. For the amount of time, effort and talent he puts into a photo session, his rates are extremely reasonable. I personally think he is worth much more. So, in case you’re looking, make sure to
read more about his services and rates. But the big news today is that Burke has put together a calendar, just in time for Christmas gift-giving:
The Lovely Mistresses of George W. Bush. What a unique gift and devilishly grand idea. I know quite a few people who would get a kick out of this. One will be my staunchly republican brother, who I like to zing for his political leanings every chance I get. Featuring thirteen pin-up lovelies with names like Miss Appropriation and Miss Representation, the calendar is very tastefully done and office safe. Burke is donating a portion of the proceeds to Watchdog Organizations fighting corporate influence over our American government. He’s also extended an invitation to none profits and fund raisers. You will find an email address and phone number at his website. Again, I am just tickled pink with the idea, itself. And I know that coming from Burke, it will be top-notch all the way. Because that’s the only way he does things. So how many are you going to buy? Such fun! Thanks, Burke. xo, Angela
