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shortstacksutin @ : Crawl to me, baby, crawl to me!
I want to use this space to show a little love for Mae West. I re-discovered her during an insomnia attack last night.
This was in 1932. She was a glitzy, curvy, drunk, smoking, oversexed maniac 30 years before my mother was born, let alone before I was even a damn thought.
I want to use this space to show a little love for Mae West. I re-discovered her during an insomnia attack last night.
This was in 1932. She was a glitzy, curvy, drunk, smoking, oversexed maniac 30 years before my mother was born, let alone before I was even a damn thought.
Here's what makes me happy: I realized suddenly while researching at Radcliffe that I was working in a women's history archive that collected manuscripts, diaries, and primary documents from women through the span of history. I wondered if they would have anything related to Mae West, so I checked the catalog on the way out.
Dude, they have her fucking manuscripts. The original ones. With her scribblings to herself and everything. And I randomly have clearance to be in this library.
Yeah, skipping lunch on friday and flipping through the same papers that one of the most loudmouthed sexy geniuses this earth has ever known crafted over half a century ago, probably while chain smoking.
I am so in love with life right now. And Mae.
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