notes from
So I've decided to become sexy.
I've deprived the world for far too long of my
erotic energy and it's
time to let my mad sexiness shine on through. It'll be like Picasso's "blue" period, only
instead of painting it's my life and instead of "blue" it's "sexy."
I've been practicing my come hither look
and my pimp strut, I've sat through several viewings of Zoolander,
honing my moves, perfecting my craft of sexy.
I've even taken courses on dirty dancing, which many of you know, was my
first true love before I got caught up in all this cartooning stuff. Also, I've grown my
hair out, because you need long locks if you're serious about bringing sexy back--or, in
my case, bringing sexy anywhere for the first time ever. Problem is, I don't have silky
smooth wavy hair
like Fabio. I've got more of a coarse, wiry Yoko Ono thing going on
that looks like a kabuki doll that got electrocuted. In dim light
I look like that spooky kid from The
Grudge on a really bad day. So perhaps sexy is not my thing. Maybe I'm bringing silly back. It ain't exactly
Futuresex we're dealing with here. More like Retrosad. But whatever it is I'm sure as shit bringing it, so
watch out, ladies!
-T.
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