[By The Awesome Anna!]
In a recent post, Dasia listed my blog Yearning for Wonderland as one with which she’d most like to do a post-swap.
I have never guest blogged. However, given that Dasia
sometimes writes her posts by MASHING HER BOOBS ON THE KEYBOARD, I felt
confident in writing this post as I, too, have boobs.
Also, as you can see from the previous paragraph, I have
mastered her advanced blogging technique of ALLCAPS. This technique shows how
EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THESE WORDS are. See, don’t they leap right off the screen?
These techniques (boob mashing and ALLCAPS) are but two of the reasons why Dasia is my blog/Twitter buddy/Siamese twin separated at birth. She is also brilliantly funny, not to mention the originator of the “Benedict Cumberbatch weequashing in crisp twilight” meme. I kid you not.
These techniques (boob mashing and ALLCAPS) are but two of the reasons why Dasia is my blog/Twitter buddy/Siamese twin separated at birth. She is also brilliantly funny, not to mention the originator of the “Benedict Cumberbatch weequashing in crisp twilight” meme. I kid you not.
Well, okay, I’m kidding about the separated Siamese twin
thing…unless they found a way to separate us by *gasp* nine years. Time traveling
Siamese twins! I think I’m onto…no, I’m just digressing.
As I pondered how to transcend my own whimsy for DHAB, I
direct messaged Dasia on Twitter.
In typically Dasia fashion, she immediately popped back with:
A splendid solution - I could write a post on period films
that would be too saucy for my own blog and yet likely bore Dasia’s jaggedly
sophisticated readers to tiny tears of despair.
I started researching this post, if you call eating a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and numbing
yourself with endless video clips of men in tight-buttoned pants (excuse me,
BREECHES) as research.
For inspiration, I stared a lot at this photo:
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Then I went to the kitchen and made some nachos. I decided I
needed further inspiration, so I stared awhile at this photo:
This is how you can tell I am a real writer. I intersperse
my writing and research with lots of eating (hard) and daydreaming
(harder). I watched endless clips of
period pornography, involving lots of glove squeezing and longing glances. I
suffered, gentle reader, so you need not.
