German Daydreamz

I was just sitting here thinking about my lack of leather and my excess of pleather and then I started doing some phone time with google and all of a sudden I found myself standing in the backyard covered in something that resembled cumin with seven hooded boygirls and a whole lot of tulle.

Needless to say it's just another Monday night of PBS acryllix & Anita Berber really knew how to rock a head tilt (I have so many good things to say about head tilts.)

(FACT! Did you know that in the twenties in Berlin it was a common fetish to eat a hot omelette off a naked prostitute? I think they called it egging or something. Such perverts.)

MONDAY DRAG MOMENT!
Two chix who ALWAYS deliver your German wet dreamz are our loving dreamers



Laura & Kindra, crushes from heaven~~~

If life were a stage they'd be this girl to the pope. And if you're lucky they'll play with your hair. Don't be too jealous either, they're really good at sharing! Now accepting don8ions of flights to Berlin for 2012. What's a New Years without some sinning.

(FACT! All of Western Europe loves the colour dark green.)

Coca-Cola-Litenment

And so once again, my dear little toe suckers, BabySkinGlove has done that thing that puts us just one notch above you on the golden food chain of lyfe. Just like our little sabbatical in Miami last Miamuary, these last two weeks have been spent even further abroad behind the solid (solid) bailey of the greatest country this world has to offer, Vatican City. Yes our Pope's bed is made of young humanly fur and Yes the walls are solid gold but pink gold that you won't find anywhere else in the world...except VillaVulvaDiva, the BabySkinGlove studio, because of a precious little offering that our precious little Pope offered up. All the rumors you've heard are true, candles burn at a lukewarm pink glow all along the walls of the sacristy, the hippo fat is calorie free, and no matter what you do, your dreams are covered in ponies.

While abroad, BabySkinGlove tried very hard to answer all of your spiritual conquest questions that have been collecting since Nixon's inauguration (God rest his soul). What does it all mean? What is it all for? Where are we going? Answers found, problems solved, here we be in the name of the Mother and the Daughter and the Holy Drag Ghost, BSG. Pray my darlings. Pray for your sorry little souls.

If you would like a prayer said for you maybe to clear your name from that bathroom stall or to erase that dirty text from the underside of your acrylix, send us a love note and we'll light one of these Vatican votives on the shrine just for you. We'll also include an autographed photograph of all fifteen of us on his Holiness' lap with your receipt.

Keep your ears and eyes banana peeled for our upcoming events now that we're back with amber glowing souls and swollen cheeks. For just as the squab was slaughtering the heffer on our last night basking in the Roman/Catherine Wheel moonlight, BabySkinGlove looked up to the heavens and saw on a cloud of pink tulle our pink-studded vajazzled Madonna in all of her Dollywood glory wink her fatty little face and bless our genderless revirgination questing hearts.

Amen.

P.S. We weren't supposed to do this but because you've been such gud little boygirls, here's a peep into the Pope's shower stall NSFW!