Friday, December 14, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
graph paper (I used http://incompetech.com/graphpaper/ as a source)
then cut it into a sufficiently small rectangle, containing all the
dots I'd need for the spike pattern. I taped them to the vamp of the
shoes, and once I was happy with how the dots lined up vis-a-vis the
shoe, I used a pin to poke little holes in the surface of the shoe.
These were my guide holes. An awl was then used to make bigger holes,
which were widened with a Phillips-head screwdriver. (Next time I do
something like this, I'm using a leather punch--it'd make for cleaner
holes in less time and with less work.) I also made holes along the
back of the heel in half-inch increments. Then it was just a matter of pushing the screws through the hole,
tightening the spikes upon the exposed screws, and then covering the
screw heads with moleskin so they don't dig into my feet. The results speak for themselves. While my GF calls these "overkill" I
call these relatively understated and classy compared to a lot of
pumps festooned with spikes. For now I'll forego any colorization, and I'm already looking into
possible patterns or vendors for spats and/or gaiters. You gotta admit, these are HOT.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
most of the attempts to do so to date, which in my mind really overdo
it with the spikes. Plus, I'm a woman with large feet and a small
budget who refuses to wear a pair of heels that cause her feet to hurt
within minutes of putting them on. DIY it is, then! First, to find a pair of heels that meet all my requirements: They
have to be comfortable, stylish, understated, inexpensive, and a
little wider than my normal shoe size. That seems like a tall order,
but I found a pair that work. They need to be a little wider than normal because, rather than gluing
easily broken plastic spikes onto the shoe, I'm going old school and
using nickel screwback spikes. Then to protect my feet and stockings
from the screwbacks, I'll apply a layer of moleskin. Any slack in the
shoe should be taken up this way. Also, the moleskin should help keep
my feet in the shoes, as heels tend to slip off unless there's some
sort of strap or lacing. On the vamp I plan on applying spikes in an elongated hexagonal
pattern, reminiscent of a jewel, with three longer spikes in the
middle surrounded by shorter spikes. I've taken pics of the design I
have in mind, taken while experimenting with designs. (I'm considering
a second version of this shoe, only with the spikes forming an
inverted pentagram, but that will come later.) As these shoes have a seam along the heel, I plan on adding spikes to
run along the seam--two short spikes at the top and bottom, and two or
three long spikes in-between. For now I'll probably wear these with my spiked boot chains--as my
burlesque bra and bustle will also have spikes and chains, it should
give a nice unified look that way. Eventually, though, I may get
spiked spats to wear over the shoes. I may wind up using red spray-on tool grip--which is a liquid rubber
compound that dries to a durable coating--to add features, such as
coloring the stiletto heel and possibly adding some color to the toe.
I'm undecided on that route--but if I go that route, I will probably
eschew the spats. If I go with the spats, though, I could have them in
red for when I'm going with the red version of the outfit, and have
black spats for when I'm dressing in black. Decisions, decisions! At any rate, I'm eager to hear your comments and suggestions!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Friday, June 01, 2012
(With many belated thanks to Carl Sagan, whose poetic visions of scientific endeavor still sing to me in my dreams.)
We treat genitals as if they are extraordinary. Sometimes we approach them with religious awe; at other times, we shun them as if from them all evils flow. But what makes genitals so magic that we grant them such power?
The genitals, in essence, are an intricate complex of glands and organs--but there are other complexes of glands and organs far more intricate, like the brain or the gastrointestinal tract. The genitals create hormones necessary to the regulation of life and growth in animals, with profound impact on moods--but so do the hypothalamus and thyroid glands, among others. The genitals include specialized glands for producing fluid--but the liver and pancreas do likewise. The gentials produce specialized cells capable of independent, albeit short-lived, existence outside of their origins, and can be frozen, thawed out, and returned to its original purpose--but bone marrow does this as well, and in even greater quantities. The genitals rest, by happy accident, at a dense juncture of nerves, bringing possibilities of pleasure through manipulation--but so does the neck and shoulders, which also respond happily to caresses and nibbles.
But we humans add one more characteristic to genitalia that do not exist, as far as we know, in any other species. We assign them meaning--specifically, social meaning. While we generally don't see genitalia aside our own with great regularity, we imbue the genitals, and the effects that come from them, with great significance in our everyday lives. To them we attribute identities, roles, and dogmas that do not take into account any other capacity of the person. We mold our expectations based on our assumptions of what's between our legs. And we expect others to meet those expectations, no matter how ill-suited.
We over-generalize when it comes to the genitals. For such a complexity of organs, we presume such simplicity in its variations, an either-or dichotomy that fails to acknowlege that complexity by its nature bears forth variability. Our dogmas prevent us from recognizing, as we do with other organs, that each person has a different stasis--that what is ideal for one person may not work so well for others. Our tasks, then, if we are seeking truth, is to embrace the variations that rigidity of thought insists isn't there--but which scientific endeavor tells us are there all the same. Just as our souls were once falsely enshrined in the heart, so our identities' hearth kept without reason in the genitalia.
If we are to be free, we must begin to challenge the ancient notions of only two sexes, two genders, created directly by the hands of God. We must allow for a multiplicity of genders, unmoored from unquestioned assumptions. We must embrace facts of existence that religious leaders have previously considered heresy or blasphemy: Your genitals do not make you who you are. The only organ that can do that is in your head. In that organ, the brain, lies everything that gives people their personality, their sociability, the meaning of symbols, and the ability to deduce facts from unambiguous evidence. And here also lies the very notions of sex and gender which we must put to the test, and if found wanting, discard for better notions that conform to facts. Our brains is where our sense of self and identity lie--and where we must challenge dogmas contrary to that sense.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
This box can hold 0.25 metric fucktonnes, and yet with nearly all my boots inside, there is still room for my wellies, which I will keep in my closet for now.
Even with conversion factors, that is still less than one of your stinking imperialistic fucktons. So there, neener.
And some dare say I have too many boots...! HA! AS IFŠ
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Friday, March 09, 2012
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
I was at my favorite Japanese/Korean restaurant, enjoying a bowl of bibimbap, when one of the sushi chefs said, "Excuse me, this is for you." And he gave me an orange he had hollowed out, fashioned into a monkey, and then refilled with juicy chunks of orange goodness.
I guess they really like me. <3