#and then i remembered rita's actress was in it

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the terrible 2018 heathers reboot had a 3% dctv live action cast saturation rate

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Propaganda

Rita Moreno (Singin' in the Rain, West Side Story)—She’s an EGOT, an absolute legend for how she navigated her career as a woman of color in the fifties and sixties. Her performance as Anita in West Side Story is why I go back to that movie so many times. She is an icon and she is the moment.

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

This is one of two semifinals in the Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Propaganda is not my own and is on a submission basis. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

"Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist."

Rita Moreno:

"Amazing showstopping actress in her one big memorable role as Anita in West Side Story. She sings and dances with unmatched joy and energy, and then breaks your heart with her acting. Rita took a role that felt as a stereotype to latina women and made it compelling and multifaceted. Her subsequent career was filled with mostly side roles, but she still managed to excel in whatever Hollywood threw at her."

"It’s Rita!! The EGOT herself! She can act, she can sing, she can dance, a triple threat. Obviously absolutely iconic as Anita in West Side Story (her part of the Tonight Quintet is the sexiest part of the film, fight me). But before that she was the amazing Zelda in Singin’ In the Rain!?! Thanks Zelda, you’re a real pal."

"She continues to be amazing but also she's got legs for days."

"THEE iconic rita moreno, EGOT winner, civil rights activist, theatre legend. watch her documentary "Rita Moreno: Just a Girl Who Decided to Go for It". also her rendition of "fever" on the muppet show"

[worldofreds]

8 Legendary Old Hollywood Redhead Actresses

I love Old Hollywood movies and television shows. There is a class, elegance, a distinct type of storytelling that is usually not seen in today’s movies. While most of the iconic actresses from the era were blonde or brunette, there were a few redheads who stood out

Maureen O’Hara

The late Maureen O’Hara was the physical embodiment of the redhead. Irish, feisty, intelligent and with a very sharp tongue, she was one of the few actresses of the era to successfully break into the boys club action/adventure genre. She held her own on and off the screen with co-stars John Wayne, Tyrone Powers and Anthony Quinn in several movies. She also helped future generations of female performers by stretching the boundaries of what an actress can do on screen.

2. Deborah Kerr

At first glance, one might think that Scottish born Deborah Kerr was the proper British lady. But underneath that mask was a capable actress who played a variety of roles. Her most famous roles are An Affair To Remember (opposite co-star Cary Grant) and From Here To Eternity (opposite Burt Lancaster, where she chopped her hair off, went blonde and spoke with an American accent).

3. Ann-Margret Olsson

To the red-blooded American male in the 1960’s, Ann-Margret was the embodiment of the era. The Swedish born performer is mostly remembered for playing opposite Elvis Presley in several films and the average teenage girl who meets the ultimate teen idol in Bye Bye Birdie. She also has the distinction of being named as the 10 th sexist stars in film history in 1995.

4. Myrna Loy

Montana born and raised, Myrna started her career just as Hollywood was transitioning from silent films to talkies. While her initial roles were those of the femme fatale, in the 1930’s she became famous for playing opposite William Powell in the Thin Man movie series as Nora Charles. During the mid-1930s, Loy was so popular that she was named Queen Of The Movies in 1936.

5. Carol Burnett

For many female performers and comedians, Carol Burnett is an icon. Her major breakout role was the in 1959 in Once Upon A Mattress. Between 1967 and 1978, her comedy show, The Carol Burnett Show was one of the most popular shows on the air. In an era when female performers were relegated to supporting roles in other comedy/variety programs, Carol Burnett not only had her name on the title of the show, but she showed how funny women could be.

6. Rita Hayworth

This well-known redhead started off as a dancer and later was noticed in a 1941 film starring James Cagney, The Strawberry Blonde. She soon became the ‘pin-up girl’ for servicemen during the war and became extremely popular after the 1946 film, Gilda. Her character, opposite Glenn Fora, was seductive and glamorous.

7. Susan Hayward

Born in Brooklyn, this iconic redhead scored the first of five Academy Award nominations for Best Actress in Smash-Up, the Story of a Woman, in 1947. She finally won an Academy Award for Best Actress in I Want to Live i n 1958, portraying a death row inmate, Barbara Graham.

8. Lucille Ball aka Lucy Ball

Lucille Ball is the definition of a classic redhead. While she may not be a natural born redhead (she was naturally blonde!), she had the fiery personality and wit to rock her red hair — and I am proud to call her a redhead. I Love Lucy paved the way for many women comedians, both on and off the screen. She proved women were just as capable behind the camera (as she was responsible for creating the show), as they were in front of the camera.

=============== As per special request by @ironmikie2002

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Only @opheliauniverse asked for this and I'm here to please my fake girlfriend 😘

Woe Begets Misery preview

Eventually words weren’t enough sustenance; she needed real food. So Isabel wandered back to Larissa’s apartment and found that dinner was already in the process of being made.

“I know this song,” she said from the kitchen threshold as she watched Larissa lazily drag a wooden spoon in a saucepan. Yes, she knew this song. Not only did she know it, she loved it. “This is Elsa Mars… she’s my favorite.”

“I’m surprised you know of her,” Larissa said, glancing over her shoulder. “She’s bit before your time.”

“An old soul,” Isabel said quietly, the familiar words reacquainting themselves with her tongue. “I listen to Elsa Mars, my favorite actress is Rita Farr… I like hot chocolate with cinnamon.” Little things, she remembered. Small things. Useless things.

“Rita Farr? You sound older than I do,” Larissa said with a grin, still drawing the wooden spoon through the thickening wine sauce. Coq Au Vin, Isabel recognized. “How was your library excursion? You spent the whole day there.”

“It was fruitless.”

“Oh?”

“Mostly,” Isabel corrected. “I met someone who wasn’t helpful at all. But she said you might get me in touch with someone who could help me.”

“Who told you that?”

“Marilyn… Thornhill I think her name was?”

Larissa dropped the spoon; it fell to the floor with bits of wine sauce splattering like a gunshot wound.

[deafchild2000]

H2O & MAKO Headcanon #25

Just a follow-up to the post below:

So, after so long, I felt like reiterating this long-ago possibility that any young girl who saw or met any of the merpeople would become a mermaid later in their lives.

So after combing through which little girl would fit the bill (aka if the child actresses kept acting) and found the one who fit the billl.

Remember Patty?

The 13-year-old girl stole the toy dolphin from Mimmi, who tracked her to a dolphin enclosure. And after Ondina (recklessly) used her powers in front of her, she and Mimmi got splashed by a dolphin and were forced to jump into the enclosure to transform but unfortunately, Patty saw them and brought a crowd to see them while they hid. Luckily, Sirena saved them by telling the crowd they were wearing costumes. Sadly for Patty, she was upset to see Mimmi and Ondina dried and denied what she saw. But for consolation, she got to keep the toy dolphin, though her mom had to pay for it.

Now, it's 2023, which means plenty of time had to pass for the young girl to grow into a mature-ish, grown woman who understandably never forgot what happened. So, I humbly headcanon and introduce:

Patricia "Patty" King, a 21-year-old, college-bound woman majoring in History and Folklore & Mythology as well as an assistant scuba diver.

How she turned into a mermaid:

7 years after the events of Mako Mermaids, the Mako Pod left for their decennial migration while Zac, Evie, and the others pursued the option of college or alternative interests. While they were gone, divers started coming around the island once more. Patty's boss agreed to do a night dive session for underwater photographers and she went with them during a full moon. However, Patty swam to the base of the volcano and noticed something embedded in the coral. Upon shining a light on it, it revealed to be a crystal of some sort that began glowing a memorizing, blue hue and teleported her into the moon pool. Patty received visions of ancient islanders traversing the land and worshipping the full moon before taking a group of boys and girls down a cave that began to bubble before falling unconscious. She woke up on the beach the next morning, unsure how she got there. Found by her boss, she was returned home and took a shower to wash off the sand and saltwater and you know what happens from there...

However, somewhere over the seas, Nerissa is alerted to an enchanted artifact she created in case any land people ended up in the moon pool (an inevitable fact she became well aware of after meeting Rikki and her friends). She, Rita, and Veridia, along with the council, agreed to send three mermaids to see what happened. Nerissa's daughter, Mimmi, was chosen but was surprised when two other mermaids volunteered: Naia and Ava, Ondina and Rita's former students and current graduates from Merpeople School.

This is how it goes from here. A college mermaid becomes aware that Mako Island has a lot more secrets that bridge between Humans and Merfolk while Mimmi must return to find out who was changed and reverse it. Not to mention, answer the unasked question of why humans and merfolk weren't allowed to interact, to begin with.

Decennial means "over ten years". If mermaid pods are traveling every decade or so, it could explain: How the metamorphosis of Gracie, Louise, and Julia went undetected in the 50s and as well as Cleo Sertori, Emma Gilbert, Rikki Chadwick, and Charlotte Watsford in the mid-to-late 2000s (essentially saying the pod returned in the 60s, left during the 70s and 80s, stayed during the 90s when Zac Blackley was born, and left before in the 2000s.)

[elementroar]

So just thinking about how if you take the Boom continuity backstories, and combine them with what happens in the original Mighty Morphin Power Rangers show, the messed up drama between Zordon, Rita, and Zedd is a sight to behold.

Cos first of, Zedd was originally Zophram and was Zordon’s superior and originally on the side of ‘good’. Then after an ill-fated attempt to touch the Zeo crystal, gets flayed alive by its defences, goes mad and goes evil. Zordon never knew this for over 10,000 years while Zedd assumed Zordon was to blame and deliberately never told him who he was while they were fighting cos all that time or why he hated Zordon so much cos drama.

Somewhere after this time, while Zordon was fighting both Lord Zedd and Master Vile, he was present for Rita’s birth. Then cos Zordon failed to actually stop Master Vile from getting to Rita, she still got captured and raised evil anyway.

But then somewhere in whatever thousandth year of her life, Rita tries to kill Lord Zedd in the name of her father, but Zedd wins and offers her the chance to work with him instead of her dad, which she takes up on real quick. So now you have Rita working for Zedd and both of them having no idea Zordon was involved in either of their lives at some point.

And then Rita gets captured by Zordon near earth but she manages to cast the spell to rip him into the timewarp but she’s still sealed in the dumpster.

10,000 year timeskip

Here Boom comics are on their own trajectory, but going by the OG show, Rita gets out of the dumpster, terrorises Power Rangers but fails. Zedd realizes she hasn’t accomplished anything after 10,000 years and takes over and puts her in the dumpster again. Then season 2-3, she love-potion-roofies Zedd and marries him.

And I remembered her calling Zedd ‘old man’ in that ep and thinking, well it’s not like Rita looked young (before they switched actresses) and you can’t tell with Zedd cos he doesn’t have a face. But now by their Boom backstories - Zedd as Zophram was older than Zordon, and he got flayed and became Zedd before Zordon became a sage. Zordon was there for Rita’s birth when he has become a sage, and at that point was also dealing with Rita’s father Master Vile becoming full evil, which her mom had only really realized when she was already pregnant with Rita. By the time Rita was an adult, Zedd had been an active threat to the universe for possibly thousands of years before she was even conceived.

And this adds even more layers to why Master Vile was supremely pissed at her marrying Zedd in the show - Zedd-as-Zophram used to actively fight against Dark Specter’s forces, who is Master Vile’s patron. Even when he turned evil, Zedd doesn’t want to associate with Dark Specter and does his own thing. So you have that, and now we know, Zedd is either around the same age or older than Master Vile himself. No dad wants an older son-in-law who is also effectively a work rival LOL.

Even Boom-comics Master Vile, who isn’t as loving with Rita as the OG show, basically has the tone of “oh you come crawling back home after it didn’t work out with your boyfriend for the past thousands of years” when Rita returned to him.

And can you imagine at the point where Rita and Zedd married, Zordon basically has to consider how the little girl he was suppose to protect way back when is now shacking up with his old friend/boss, and both are evil and want him to die.

So the Z-wave sparing them, was it cos their love was that genuine that it absolves them of being fully ‘evil’ despite like, we’re talking thousands of murders; or most likely cos both of them knew Zordon and he was like “look the whole things screwy anyway but if I mindwipe you both into being pure good now, it’s somehow not as bad” and bam, they’re spared and turned human at the end of In Space

TLDR: Zordon somehow through a series of coincidences, bad luck, and some failure, got his old boss/friend hooked up with his ward.

[letsscreamwithme]

Random Doom patrol headcanons #4

Going off of my "Rama is team Hot Chocolate" headcanon, he refuses to drink it unless it has marshmallows and whipped cream. He claims it's the only way to do it and will die on this hill.

Larry is actually very expressive under his bandages. He does struggle to convey them into his tone and actions sometimes.

If you ask Larry about his plants, be prepared to sit for an hour at minimum.

Larry's favorite movie of Rita's is actually the sci-fi movie. (Sorry I can't remember the name). I see him as a huge sci-fi nerd in general, so his favorite genre with his favorite actress? Sign him up! He knows that it was such a flop because he was one of the few people in the theatre.

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

On the '3 things' asks:

#11, #18, and #34

Thanks so much girl!!!

(omg, you're breaking my heart with that gif!) 💖

Anyways! To the answers! I'm sorry to inform you that it has turned into an article, I cannot write about books I'm passionate about concisely. So buckle up I guess?!!?

#11- 3 books I would recommend that everyone reads!

So I'm gonna put down books that I also think most people ( if not all) Could read, because a.k.a Lord of the Rings is not easy for a lot of people, for various reasons surrounding pacing and whatnot, though I highly recommend that one as well!!!

First book would be Sastun by Dr. Rosita Arvigo. It is a woonnnnderful book about her apprenticeship with a Mayan H'men. a.k.a shaman-like healer, who reminds us that the spiritual and the physical Cannot Be Separated! A very easy read that will blow your mind when it comes to your body and how you should treat it and it will forever change your perspective on Western Medicine. One warning though, if you do not actually know beforehand about what is and isn't "allowed" in Catholicism, do not base your future knowledge of it on this, as these healers really mix together Mayan worship and Catholicism. I do not judge them for this, but please be aware that not everything that they recount doing in this book is necessarily okay for Catholics.

Second book is Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery. This entire series was my comfort book growing up, but I recommend the first as it truly is the cornerstone of the series. ( FYI My personal favourite is actually the last book, Rita of Ingleside.) :) A story about girl with a wild imagination and longing for a kindred spirit, nothing better to dive into!

Third book will be Mexican Martyrdom by Rev. Fr. Wilfrid Parsons. I was obsessed with the Cristero War as a young teen ( thanks to my mother getting me the movie, For Greater Glory, when I was 12 because she knew I liked war movies...I know, weird 12 year old girl, I was a tomboy okay...) This is a period of history that, if I remember correctly, is very rarely talked about because there's a lot of misunderstandings and bad blood surrounding it. But this book was written by a contemporary catholic reverend who was in and out of Mexico while it was happening and was acquainted with some of the "people in charge" shall we say. So it's quite reliable and helps clear some of the murk clouding this patch of history. ( Also, I highly recommend watching the aforementioned movie, For Greater Glory ( 2012), (which you will very much enjoy if you are Oscar Isaac fan btw) and another thing I rec is this short film from around the same time, called Cristeros y Federales, link is here. ( Also, this one has the ever lovely Tenoch Huerta starring! ) ;)

#18- 3 dream jobs from my childhood

Ummm I got at least two. I wanted to be a religious Sister who was also a nurse and I would go help third world countries. Then I realized that heat existed....

And then I wanted to become a famous stage actress!

There was also a bout of wanting to leave everything behind and become a mountain (wo)man/trapper in the Northwest Territories. Dunno if that counts!! ( esp. since I still wanna do that half the time...)

#34-3 people from history who inspire me!

I might stay short and sweet with these, because most have got some, shall we say 'ugly history' attached to them, through no fault of their own.

Pocahontas, the Algonquin Princess. Really inspired me to respect and love and ally myself with nature.

St. Joan of Arc. Peasant girl turned saviour of France who stuck to her principles no matter what.

Marina Raskova, founder and leader of the ' Night Witches' a.k.a the elite soviet pilot regiment who are amoung the most badass ladies ever. Check them out! Their story is so cool!

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Just watched the first few episodes of the original Power Rangers and...

It actually holds up surprisingly well!

Like, there's a couple of slightly cheesy lines or awkward deliveries here and there, and the fight with Goldar at the end feels kinda rushed (he just... gives up and teleports out the moment they bring out the Megazord's power sword, even though he was almost overpowering them just before that, without even a comment on seeing something like that before, or even just an "oh crap that's a way bigger sword than mine" -- anything that would give us an idea why he retreated so quick after doing so well beforehand.)

Second episode felt a bit more hacked-together in some ways, but still pretty good overall. I actually don't think I ever saw this one back in the day, I know I don't have any clear memories of the random giant Rita sends down at the end which the Tyrannosaurus zord has a solo fight with rather than the whole team forming the Megazord.

Third episode is mostly morphed fight scenes, so I'm guessing how things go had to follow the Japanese footage closely. The unmorphed/school scenes early on are pretty good aside from a bit of cheese. It feels odd that the minotaur randomly shrunk down to normal size at the end after the Rangers retreat from the giant-size version; I wonder if this happened in the Zyuranger episode too (and if it was explained there, or felt just as random.)

But considering how it's a low budget live action show from the early '90s with a target audience of 7-and-up, that had to rely on footage borrowed from a Japanese show for half the fight scenes on top of that... it really is surprisingly watchable even decades later.

A few odd random things that stand out to me:

I totally forgot (or never noticed before) that Trini is... significantly taller than Kimberly. Looked up the actresses' heights, and apparently there's a four inch gap (5'02" vs. 5'06"), which was right about what I would have guessed after seeing them stand next to each other in the early episodes.

Goldar definitely has a different voice in these early episodes than he did later. Not as deep and grumbly, more crazed sounding rather than being kind of a goofball. I wonder when the change happened.

The background music is great. Does have that '90s kids show "no silence ever" problem, of course... but even aside from the songs everyone remembers (the main theme and various remixes of it, Bulk and Skull's goofy theme, the fight songs with words that start to show up at some point later), there's some nice random background music! So far, I especially liked the creepy theme when the Rangers stumble across weird stuff like when Trini and Kim find the dump site abandoned in the third episode.

It's kind of interesting how gradually their powers get introduced. They don't have their individual weapons until episode 3, just their basic blasters (which I totally forgot could fold up into short sword type weapons, too.) You do get to see the Megazord in the first and third episodes, but it mostly fights with punches or in tank mode at first rather than going for the sword finishing move.

The blonde punk girl hanging out with Bulk and Skull in the third episode reminds me A LOT of someone I know... at the very least appearance wise 😂😂

[choco-bloop]

sometimes I need to remember I can post stuff here too lol

anyway- yes because if you literally showed me a pic of Yuzuki and didn't tell who Rita's actress was, I would not believe you for a moment that that's the same person.

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Tagged by: @lithugraph thank you dear <3

What book are you currently reading?

I finished the last pages of Different Seasons by Stephen King today, a collection of novellas featuring Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, the novella the film The Shawshank Redemption is based on, and, man, it reminded me why I love Stephen King so much.

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Did I even watch a movie in theaters this year? lol. Okay, I remembered - The Batman, which I liked a lot (but I'm a Batman fangirl, so no surprises there).

What do you usually wear?

Jeans and a blouse or shirt, a hoodie on top if I'm cold. But I also really love dresses in summer.

How tall are you?

168 cm, so 5’5” for you Americans :P

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? 

Scorpio! I share my birthday with Emma Stone and Ethan Hawke, among others. No interesting historical events.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

Usually my name, but my closest childhood friends and my sister have a nick-name they sometimes use :)

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Nope. I wanted to be an actress :P Though, as I also wanted to be an author, you could say that I'm getting closer to that dream (very, very slowly).

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

Yes! Three years and going strong.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I like to imagine writing and drawing are skills I'm better at than your average guy/girl and I'm exceptionally good at worrying about stuff and feeling stressed :P Bad - I'm clumsy, so the opposite of that. Also throwing a ball.

Dogs or cats?

Cats!

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Art I hate as soon as I post it, though I have lots of written lines I adore :)

I really like the opening lines of Desperate Times:

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Obi-Wan had always considered the saying somewhat cliché, an excuse to justify whatever cruel or little thought-out plan was set in motion. How did you recognize desperate times? Weren’t all measures desperate if taken in a state of despair? How did you decide on the measures to be taken, whether desperate or not? And, in the end, would history prove them right?

He still didn’t know the answers to those questions. However, for the first time maybe, he found himself whispering those words with relief, for they were short and comfortable, and they offered an explanation he could cling to when ignoring what his heart was telling him. They dampened the regret. They made it easier, when, in reality, nothing was easy at all.

Also, most of the epilogue of What You Are And What You'll Never Be.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

I have a Bridgerton fanfiction in progress feat. Anthony and whump (I have a thing for smug male leads getting knocked down a peg), though I doubt I'll get many readers :P Also, maybe, Jesus Christ Superstar.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 

Josh Young as Judas in the broadway revival of Jesus Christ Superstar. Damn, that man can sing.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

The My Chemical Romance concert I couldn't go to because it was postponed on short notice and the new date didn't work for me :))

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I hope it's my singing skills :P

Are you religious?     

I was confirmed, but I don't really practice it, so I guess not so much. Though, I do like the general sentiments of helping one's neighbour.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

My bachelor's thesis done :( But I'm on schedule, so that's something.

Tagging: (Don't feel obligated to do this of course) @buzzingbugger @jovialkidbonktrashsh @currently-kraken @rosesnblueberries @sparkie96 @willshowerthots @kratosfan6632466 and whoever else wants to do this :)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Claudine Auger (Thunderball)— Thunderball is the first James Bond movie I ever remember watching and actually paying attention to, and it's all because of Claudine Auger as Domino in all her sexy black and white swimwear, AND [spoilers below the cut—]

Rita Moreno (Singin' in the Rain, West Side Story)—She’s an EGOT, an absolute legend for how she navigated her career as a woman of color in the fifties and sixties. Her performance as Anita in West Side Story is why I go back to that movie so many times. She is an icon and she is the moment.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Claudine Auger:

—the fact that she got to kill the villain.

Rita Moreno propaganda:

"Amazing showstopping actress in her one big memorable role as Anita in West Side Story. She sings and dances with unmatched joy and energy, and then breaks your heart with her acting. Rita took a role that felt as a stereotype to latina women and made it compelling and multifaceted. Her subsequent career was filled with mostly side roles, but she still managed to excel in whatever Hollywood threw at her."

"It’s Rita!! The EGOT herself! She can act, she can sing, she can dance, a triple threat. Obviously absolutely iconic as Anita in West Side Story (her part of the Tonight Quintet is the sexiest part of the film, fight me). But before that she was the amazing Zelda in Singin’ In the Rain!?! Thanks Zelda, you’re a real pal."

"She continues to be amazing but also she's got legs for days."

"THEE iconic rita moreno, EGOT winner, civil rights activist, theatre legend. watch her documentary "Rita Moreno: Just a Girl Who Decided to Go for It". also her rendition of "fever" on the muppet show"

[moniquesatintv]

Monique - Birth of a Satin Transvestite

Monique - Birth of a Satin Transvestite

Chapter 1 - Start of a Fetish

I have had a strange attraction for satin for as long as I remember. when I was about 4 years old I remember being fascinated by the look and feel of one of my baby sister's dresses, which was of course made of satin. My mum (who left home when I was 5) also had a cream coloured faux fur coat with white satin lining and I remember constantly fondling and stroking and loving the feel of the satin against my skin. When my mum left home, she left some of her old clothes behind and I found the coat while rummaging around our spare room when I was off sick from school. I was still very young, but my dad had to work full time to support me and my older brother, so with my brother at school I was alone in the house.

When I found the coat, I got very excited and aroused. I took it into my bedroom, stripped off and got into bed with the coat. I started touching, then caressing the satin lining and eventually started rubbing it over my naked body and genitals. I think I had my first and several pre puberty non ejaculatory orgasms. Needless to say, I enjoyed it and after did it every chance I could get.

I began to notice that every time I saw a woman wearing satin, especially while watching old movies with the old Hollywood starlets like Monroe, Harlow etc. wearing gorgeous satin dresses and gowns, I would get an erection and would have to disappear and have a session with 'the lining'. One Saturday afternoon when I was about 11, I was watching an old black and white movie in the lounge while my brother was out and dad was in the garden mowing the lawn. Suddenly the lady in the film swept onto the nightclub stage floor and started singing and dancing while wearing an amazingly sexy long slitted black satin dress with long black satin gloves... I actually came in my pants, and not the dry kind either. In fact, it was my first proper ejaculation and at first, I was worried because of the wet, sticky liquid that pumped out. The lady in the film was the actress Rita Hayworth and the movie was 'Gilda', one of my now favorite movie scenes and masturbatory fantasies. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBILSCFMg8M).

I also remember every Saturday morning having to go shopping for groceries with my dad. Once, while in the Co-op supermarket one day, as we were walking between the aisles, as I turned a corner, I bumped into a red-haired middle-aged woman wearing a 50's style satin dress. It was silvery white, with tiny black polka dots, sleeveless, very tight. I think they call them 'wiggle' dresses now. Apart from the excitement of seeing her in it, I actually felt it as we bumped into each other. Another instant orgasm! Unfortunately, I had to carry on shopping with wet and sticky underpants, however it didn't bother me because I spent the rest of the outing in a daze, thinking about that woman and her amazingly sexy dress. When I got home, I rushed upstairs to my room grabbed the satin lined coat and 'wanked' myself silly.

Of course, as I got older, I learned about masturbation and realized that was in fact what I was doing. However, what I really couldn't understand was that while most boys ‘wanked’ to some form of pornography, I was masturbating to either a piece of satin material or images of women in satin clothing. I did have access to lots of porn. My dad (and later my brother) had a fairly large supply stashed under their beds and although the images did arouse me, nothing quite did it as much as satin. I did however gain a lot of knowledge about sex etc. from reading the articles and stories in the magazines.

I had my first real girlfriend (Jackie) when I was about 12 and we ended up dating for the next 5 years. Due to my exposure to pornography at a fairly early age it wasn't long before we got into heavy petting and had a regular 'nookie' session every Sunday night at my house when we would sneak up to my bedroom and 'listen to records'. One night when Jackie came round, she was wearing a long-sleeved white satin blouse that did up at the back, that she'd borrowed off her mum and I was previously unaware of. It was the 70’s at the time when retro fashion from the 40/50’s became popular. When she took her coat off and I saw it for the first time my eyes nearly popped out of my head and I got an instant erection. I practically dragged her upstairs and into my room and ravished her severely.

Once Jackie realized how turned on, I got when she wore satin, she got hold of as much as she could, blouses, dresses, skirts, lingerie, often raiding her mom's wardrobe and underwear drawer. Also, when she was about 14, she really got into the retro look and started wearing stockings, stilettos, retro lingerie, Pencil skirts...I loved it. However, her dad was very strict... almost Quaker-esque and didn't approve at all, so she started leaving her stuff at my place. I used to really look forward to Sunday nights.. made having to face Mondays and school bearable.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) one Sunday afternoon when we were both at Jackie's house, just as we were getting ready to leave for my place, her dad noticed her wearing makeup and stopped her coming round. I remember being furious and seething while I walked home alone.

When I got in, I went straight up to my room, put some records on and just laid on my bed looking at the ceiling feeling very angry and sexually frustrated. After a while I started to calm down but still felt really horny which led of course to me fondling myself. For some reason though it wasn't really working but then I remembered Jackie's stash in my cupboard.

Initially I was just going to get something satiny and just strip off and rub the material over my body and crotch until I came... however while going through her stuff I found her red satin suspender belt and black seamed nylon stockings. I felt so horny thinking about her silky legs rubbing against me in those stockings, something compelled me to put them on.

When I did, my cock got even harder, and after a few strokes and almost to the point of cumming, I looked at the other clothes she left there... that blouse. White, smooth, shiny... I didn't think it would fit me and trembling inside with excitement, I slipped it on. I was so surprised that it fit me! Jackie was a size 14, quite a big built girl, not fat. In fact, she was gorgeous...but this fitted me. So, I did the little buttons up on the cuffs and the one behind my neck and just looked at myself in the mirror on my cupboard door and run my hands over the material, over my chest, arms. I even nuzzled my mouth to my shoulder and kissed the satin!

My cock was almost exploding and I hadn't even touched it after putting the blouse on. It was dripping precum and my hand moved down and lightly brushed its tip feeling the warm wet precum on my fingers... then for some unknown reason I put it to my lips...and then got more, all over my fingers and sucked them, licking the juice off... I then started to stroke and BANG! My spunk shot out like water from a fire hose... all over the mirror... when I see the cum running down the mirror something made me go to my knees and lick it off... I'd never tasted my own cum before and was almost overwhelmed as I lapped it up, all the while still pumping cum from my cock.

When I had finished cumming I sat back on the bed. my emotions were all over the place and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt sort of disgusted and guilty for what I'd done, so I pulled the clothes off as quickly as I could and shoved them back in the cupboard, almost slamming the door, ashamed of what I'd done. I quickly ran out to the bath room and washed myself. I think I was trying to wash the perversion off. I wasn't a poof! I'm not queer! These things were rushing through my head. I was really worried that there was something terrible wrong with me and vowed to myself I'd never do it again.

So much for that vow... a day or so later, the thoughts wormed their way back into my head... and when they did a warm feeling spread from the pit of my stomach...the stirrings of excitement...my cock tingled at the thought of wearing that satin and stockings etc. again...

As the days went by, the feelings got much stronger and I eventually gave in to my craving again as soon as I got home from school. My Dad was still at work and wouldn't be in for another hour at least so I went to my room, closed the door, stripped off and got the clothes from the wardrobe. this time adding Jackie's silky knickers...she had also left a pair of kitten heels too. Black.. very pointy toes. and... I thought I'd try them on. She was a size 6(UK) and although having ridiculously small feet, I was a size 7 and a 1/2... I still managed to squeeze the shoes on. They were agony but I ignored the pain. I strutted around the room, walking backwards and forwards in front of the mirror, hands on hips, trying to walk with a wiggle like a sexy woman.

My cock was bulging against the silky knickers... and precum was oozing out and soaking them. I stopped in front of the mirror and started to run my hands over the satin, sat on the bed and stroked my hands up my stockings as I'd seen women do in the movies when they're smoothing them... I was so incredibly turned on... I didn't realize it, but I was more turned on then than I would have been if Jackie was there wearing it all for me... needless to say, I masturbated and came profusely.

And this was how it went on...me getting the urge, dressing as soon as I could, masturbating, cumming and feeling terribly guilty afterwards although, the guilt had started to wane gradually as I kind of accepted it was my little secret, and so long as I didn't get caught. where was the harm? I still thought it was wrong on so many levels but I was sort of accepting it was my 'dark side'. As time went on, I managed to get Jackie to buy even more stuff to leave at my house, satin skirts, dresses, lingerie and so on, until I'd built up quite a collection of her clothes in my wardrobe, some of which I still have today!

Jackie and I eventually split up when I was nearing 18. We'd both left school, started working and for reasons I won't go into (nothing to do with my Dark side) went our separate ways. I really missed the female company and the sex, of course, but, huge bonus, she left all her stuff at my place so I was still able to dress up when the urge struck, which it did often. Most of the time it was just random thoughts as I went through my day that would kick it off, but if I saw a woman wearing satin, in real life, on tv, even pictures in magazines and the newspapers (which I started to cut out and collect) I would have to go an 'have a session' as soon as I could.

Eventually I started to accumulate my own supply of clothing in addition to the stuff I’d obtained via Jackie. The first time I actually went and bought something from a shop that sold women's wear, on my own, was odd if not embarrassing. Although I was 'getting to grips' with women's clothing sizes, bra measurements were still a mystery to me. This usually ended up with me asking a shop assistant that old chestnut 'If it didn't fit HER is it ok to bring it back? ' all the while trying to hide my embarrassment, and most of the time, excitement. I'm certain, that no matter how convincing your cover story is, women have a sixth sense about trannies, so every shop assistant in stores where I've bought stuff, has known I was going to go home and dress up in whatever I bought. Ok it was true, but...

All this time I was dressing up, I was meeting girls, going out with them for a few months, even years, all the while managing to hide my secret from them. Oh, they all knew I had a fetish for satin and stockings, I was always very open about that because, after all, I decided I wasn't attracted to a woman UNLESS she would wear satin for me. Sometimes it caused problems but on the whole, it worked out for me.

I got married in 1980 to a girl I had been dating for about 18 months, unfortunately it failed mainly because she started seeing her previous boyfriend so she left me. I was renting a flat then, just literally around the corner from where I used to live. Which was handy as I could go and visit my dad whenever I wanted to. He was living alone now, and I did really feel sorry for him, so I visited almost every day, or he'd visit me. As I mentioned earlier, my dad used to buy lots of girly magazines, mainly Mayfair and Penthouse, which he used to stash under his bed, and he knew I knew they were there so before I even moved out, he'd started letting me read them. I remember way before I'd split from Jackie, still living at home, I read a story in The Penthouse 'forum' about a woman who'd caught her husband wearing her lingerie. I was really surprised when I read it because I, at that time, naively thought I was the only guy in the world that did this. I'd seriously never heard of transvestites, only what we would then call, in the days before the monster known as political correctness appeared, poofs and queers!

While I was reading it, I started getting very turned on, but when it got to the part where she made him dress up for her and then started bringing guys round to fuck in front of her sissy hubby, my cock was like a Trident missile. As the story progressed, it evolved into her making her hubby into a sissy slave and made him start giving her boyfriend's blow jobs and letting them fuck him. That REALLY turned me on! I'd never even dreamed of having sex with a man and, never, EVER, wanted to. As far as I was concerned, I was completely hetero and would never look at a guy 'sexually' at all, in fact, it was abhorrent and completely disgusting to me. Why was I getting so turned on? I was so turned on in fact that I came even before finishing the story...although I finished it hundreds of times afterwards.

When I was living on my own, I'd gone round the corner shops to buy some food etc, when I noticed a small magazine on the top shelf of the news wrack, wedged in with the other 'girly' books. I think it was called 'Transworld' or something. I grabbed a 'Forum' mag that was nearby it, and then quickly grabbed the Transworld book too.. and with a bit of sleight of hand managed to tuck it under my shirt and into the front of my trousers without anyone seeing. I paid for my bits and the Forum mag, and walked briskly from the shop, dreading that I was going to get caught...It would have been bad enough getting caught stealing, but caught stealing a Tranny Mag?

When I got back to the flat, I started reading the mag. I was getting more and more turned on, and so I went into my bedroom, stripped off and put on some women's satin Pajamas and a long satin robe and then for some reason, I latched my front door, and went back into the lounge, put some music on then carried on reading the Tranny magazine... getting soooo turned on reading the stories and looking at the photos of real transvestites. Fuck I was so horny. I fantasized about being with one (or more) of them.

Around this time, I'd also got into filming myself on an old black and white video security camera I'd picked up from a boot sale. I had several tapes hidden away of me dressed up, walking around to some sexy music and wanking and, often I used to watch the tapes and masturbate to them. I didn't think that was me being gay, it was just me getting turned on by what I do. I also used to masturbate to videos/movies where there was someone (anyone) wearing satin. The Gilda tape was almost worn out. Now I was masturbating while looking at TV's. Nope, I'm still not gay, I was telling myself, I'm turned on by these guys dressing...in silky clothes, sometimes with their cocks out... FUCK I want to have sex with them...No, I'm still Not gay!

The truth is I didn't know what I was. Everything I'd read about Transvestites stated that the majority of TV's were 'Straight'... so although I didn't advertise it, I labelled myself secretly as a Transvestite, or 'Cross Dresser', a new term I'd learned. I KNOW I didn't fancy blokes at all, but I had to admit to fancying Transvestites, although they had to be convincing.

I guess I really fancied Transexuals. And, it wasn't long before I was watching TS videos, in fact, to be completely honest, apart from watching lesbians, 'Normal' porn didn't really do a lot for me anymore.

So I was into T-girls as well as women (in satin), guess I was a bit Bi then, something I kept completely to myself.

After I finished reading the Transworld mag, I remembered the Forum I'd bought. Later, when I wasn't in TV mode, I gave it a read and noticed, apart from a few weak stories, it was predominantly a personal or 'contact' mag. For more of a laugh (or curiosity I suppose) I started reading the 'classifieds'. It wasn't long, which surprised me, before I found a TV related ad. And, I started getting turned on reading them...fantasizing a bit. There were guys looking for TV's, TV's looking for TV's, Couples etc. etc. Yeah I was fantasizing about putting a contact in...but of course I didn't.. not then anyway.

It was much later, in fact, just prior to my second marriage when I actually did. I was dating a girl who lived in Leeds, which as I’m sure you know, is miles away from Basildon. I'd also moved back in with my dad for several reasons, which I won't go into, and was now learning to drive, and working for the Local Council. Dating someone from Leeds had its disadvantages, but also meant I had plenty of 'me' time at home between 'dates'.

I'd taken to buying loads more women's clothes..99.9 per cent satin clothes that is, and had a huge wardrobe full of it. I hadn't really started to wear make-up when dressed, and I didn't have any wigs yet. I still had my own hair then, although by the age of 23 it had already started to recede. Thanks Genetics. I only had one pair of high heels that I had 'inherited' from Jackie, but used to dress up, almost fully more and more frequently.

My fantasies were also getting more 'Raunchy', generally involving satin clad women, but more frequently, satin clad T-girls. Occasionally, I would also fantasize about being made to suck a guy's cock, although in my fantasy the guy was very vague, no features or anything, just a 'Guy' or more specifically, just a ‘cock’.

As for being fucked, I mean me receiving 'Anal', I was very curious to what it felt like. I'd occasionally 'fingered' myself while masturbating, but didn't really know what it felt like to have something 'Dick' sized entering me. Until, one day, curiosity got the better of me and I bought my first Vibrator from a lingerie catalogue. I'd started to subscribe to several, originally because of the pictures of women in satin, but also so I could add stuff to my wardrobe via mail order. I also had several 'normal' catalogues on the go, Littlewoods etc. again, originally for the pictures, but then for buying clothes. It was easier than shopping in women's stores but I did actually get addicted to ordering anything satin I could find. And, getting credit was so easy in those days, I did get myself into shit loads of debt. Another tale perhaps.

Anyway, back to the vibrator. When it arrived, I went out and bought some extra batteries, and a small jar of vaseline. I didn't use it right away, I waited until I went to bed that night before opening the box. When I did, I wasn't that impressed by its look. It was one of those cream coloured, unimaginative bullet shaped things, about 7 inches long. I think it was called a 'non-Doctor'. I put the double A batteries in and switched it on...It was quite loud, and I was worried my dad would be able to hear it. It felt weird vibrating in my hand and I moved it under the bedclothes and pressed it against my flacid cock. Hmmmm.. quite nice, my cock started to harden. Yep, it was turning me on alright. I reached down by the side of my bed and picked up the small jar of vaseline. I placed the vibrator between my thighs just so it was touching my cock and squeezed my legs together, holding it in place while I opened the jar. I put two fingers into the jar and then slid my hand under the covers, trying not to get any of the greasy substance on the bed clothes. I moved my hand down until it was close enough to my anus and slid my fingers inside me. I hadn't used any lube when I fingered myself before and was pleasantly surprised when my fingers slid in so easily. I remember gasping as I pushed my fingers in as far as they could go, feeling my cock twitch, I let the vibrator drop as, if it had stayed in contact with my cock, I would have shot my load then and there. I slowly withdrew my fingers, retrieved the vibrator and proceeded to smother it in vaseline.

Then came the moment of truth, I moved the vibrator and positioned it's tip gently on my tight little hole. Even that was giving me tons of pleasure just feeling the slightly 'tickly' vibes throbbing at my sphincter, and I noticed I was moaning to myself like a porn star. I slowly slid the slightly cold plastic into me, centimeter by centimeter. My cock was so hard now and I wasn't even touching it.

It hurt at first as I went deeper but I'd lubed it up enough that I could withdraw it easily if it hurt too much. As pleasure overcame pain, I started slowly fucking myself with this plastic battery powered toy...and I was loving it!

I gently touched my cock and was about to start masturbating when BANG! I came! My cock pulsating as I spurted cum after cum into my bedclothes.

When I finally withdrew the vibrator that old feeling of disgust had crept back in... not just for what I was doing but also because not only were my bed clothes covered in spunk, but there was poo all over the vibrator...and I felt like I URGENTLY needed to poop as I was literally starting to shit myself. I won't go into the details of the clean-up but I will say it wasn't pleasant.

I learnt a couple of lessons there which have stood me in good stead since.

After I had gotten over the disgust feelings, I could categorically say I like having things up my ass, and repeated the process often when having one of my sessions.

Chapter 2 – A Bigger World

So, till trying to convince myself I wasn't gay, I'm fantasizing about gay sex, simulating Anal sex..what's next?

The contact magazine was still tugging at my head, not sure if it was a fully conscious thought yet...but I was intrigued about it and slightly thrilled about the concept of, more or less, anonymous sex with a complete stranger, with no ties...completely secret.. and completely harmless unless someone I knew found out.

With my girlfriend in Leeds, I had plenty of time to myself indulging in my fantasies whilst masturbating. And, I was also having some very erotic dreams while asleep. Although I never thought I would try to make my fantasy real, there of course comes a time when you've got to at least have a peek inside Pandora's box.

I decided to put an ad in a contact mag.

I had at this point bought myself a Polaroid Instant Camera...I don't know if it's a purely Narcissistic thing or what but I enjoyed seeing myself dressed up, so apart from the decidedly bad low quality black and white videos I'd made, Self-timed Polaroid pics were my only option...only because at that stage I was too scared to have normal photos developed in a shop or chemist. I had several what I would call 'pretty good' pics of me dressed. I then went about writing an ad.

'Bi-sexual Satin Clad TV for Same' (Was there such a thing?) How to start? do I put a name? What should I call myself?

Well, my actual 'male' first name is Nick. I decided to call myself Nikki.. After that I put some stuff about me loving satin and getting horny while wearing and seeing others wearing it, having a large wardrobe, being bi-curious yaddah yaddah..and so on. I sent it to the mag with a couple of my best photos... and waited.

The next issue came out, but my ad wasn't in there. I waited some more.

A few weeks went by, and I started to get letters coming through..ad number at top, then my real name and address written underneath. With shaking hands, I opened the first letter. There was a photograph of a guy in his 50's wearing a pink, satin bro-peep dress. That was about it. He still had about 2 days growth of beard, bald, a bit on the portly side, but very clearly a man in a dress. Something I hadn't even considered. I try to look as good and as feminine as I can. I had a good figure, and even without make up, with my hair right I still looked pretty convincing, well I thought so anyway. The point is I tried. This bloke clearly hadn't. I thought all TVs were like me and at least tried to look feminine. My heart kind of sank and I didn't even bother to read his letter. It was ripped up and put as far into my bin as I could put it. Ok, there was another...

With dubious thoughts, I opened the other letter. There was no photograph, just a couple of hand written pages. I almost didn't bother to read it as I thought If you can't put a picture of yourself in then you must be truly bad. But I persevered and was quite pleasantly surprised. It was from a guy, who apparently used to dress and didn't have any female clothes now as he'd thrown them out when he was seeing a woman... they'd since split up and he saw my ad in this month's Forum (I didn't even know another copy was out yet).Apparently, He 'Fell in Love' Awwwww... there was a bit more about wanting to dress again and would like to see me, gave me a brief description, which if accurate may look good dressed up, and left a contact number....Hmmmm...

A couple of days passed, a few more letters arrived, but no one I really liked, and a couple were a bit too far away for a meet, for me anyway. I also bought the latest copy of Forum, and lo and behold, there was my ad and picture. There I was dressed in a cream satin blouse and black satin pencil skirt, black stockings and Jackie's black high heels. No make-up but the print was so small you couldn't really tell. I would have contacted me! I also had a look at some of the other contacts in there too..TV contacts, and there were several I would have loved to meet...unfortunately they were in Scotland, Sheffield...none even remotely close enough to me to visit... none that I liked anyway. I thought about the guy who 'fell in love' with me. I thought maybe if I took a suitcase of satin clothes with me, I could dress him up and...

Fuck it! I decided I'd give him a ring. I didn't have a phone that I would feel comfortable with him ringing me up on out of the blue especially if my dad answered, and mobile phones were still science fiction at that time. So, it would have to be a phone box. Grabbing a pocket full of change I walked round to my corner shop where there was a pay phone. I was shaking when I stood in the phone box. Fear? Nerves? Excitement? Probably a combination of all the above...

I picked up the phone with shaky hand and dialed his number, ready to put the coins in when it started beeping. It rang, and it rang and it rang... FUCK! No answer. I was about to hang up when Beep! Beep! Beep! I frantically albeit clumsily pushed the coin into the slot almost dropping the others when I did. "Hello?" came a voice...

I again have to admit to feeling a wave of multiple emotions all in one go. Surprise, fear, panic and above all else, immense excitement. My whole body began shaking uncontrollably and I found it almost impossible to speak. My first impulse was to hang up and rush back home but the logical part of my brain kicked in telling me that I really had nothing to lose. The person on the other end of the line had no idea who or where I was, what was the worst thing that could possibly happen? If it all went pear shaped there was no way for him to trace me or anything.

“Hello? Who’s this” The voice came again. After what seemed like several minutes, although in reality was only no more than a couple of seconds, I replied. “Hi, you answered an ad I put in ‘Forum’? “I stammered out, “My name’s Nikki.” There was a brief pause, and then, in a voice which was almost as shaky as mine, he said “Oh, erm...Wow!” It suddenly dawned on me that he was probably as freaked out as I was. I nervously chuckled and said “You sound really surprised”. “To be perfectly honest, I am.” He said. “I didn't really think I would hear back from you. It’s the first time I’ve ever tried something like this.”

“Me too” I said “What made you decide to answer my ad?” My trepidations were starting to dissolve now that I understood that this guy was experiencing feelings and emotions very similar to my own. We were, after all, in opposite ends of the same boat.

“Well, like I said in my letter, I used to dress but haven't in a long while. I started getting the urges again after I split from my girlfriend and more out of curiosity than anything else, picked up a couple of different contact mags,” It sounded as if he was starting to relax too as some of the shakiness seemed to be going out of his voice.

“I sort of trolled through the ads not really thinking any of them were worth bothering with and almost binned the magazines when I found your ad and your picture.” Bloody hell, I thought. I didn't think there was anything about my ad that made it stand out from the rest. “Not many of the ads had pictures” He continued “which to me, speaks volumes about the advertisers. I mean it doesn't matter what they write about themselves, they can’t be that confident about what they look like if they don’t show a picture. And, even when they do, they usually block out the face or something so you can’t really tell what they look like. You didn't. That and I just thought you looked really sexy” He gave a giggle at that last bit, which I had to say made me feel a bit horny. Well actually it made me feel a lot horny. I didn't know it at the time, but the thought of someone fancying me dressed up was probably, and still is apart from the satin fetish, my biggest turn on.

We talked for a few more minutes (as long as my money lasted) and after finding out a bit more about each other we decided to meet. He lived in Rayleigh which wasn't that far away from where I lived, and he gave me the address. We set a date and a time and after we said our goodbyes, I hung up the phone and made my way home. I have to admit I was really dizzy with the anticipation and I was in a sort of daze as I walked back to my house.

I can't remember exactly how long it was between the phone call and our actual meeting but suffice to say that time was spent suffering an internal turmoil of various emotions, ranging from blind panic to extreme horniness. I abstained, however, from acting on doing anything about the latter, I.e., dressing up and having a damn good wank, as I wanted to be as horny as I could when meeting up. The reason for this, irrational as it may appear, was because I feared I would ‘chicken out’ and my thinking was that if I was extremely turned on it would ‘force me’ to make good on my commitment. I suppose you could liken it to knowing you’re going for a good meal and not ‘snacking’ beforehand for fear it would ruin your appetite.

As the day got nearer, I picked out a couple of my favorite outfits, wig, lingerie, several pairs of stockings (didn't want to ladder any getting dressed up and have my first face to face with shabby stockings) and shoes and packed the suitcase. We had agreed over the phone that it was impractical for me to turn up dressed because of the risk of Neighbour's seeing a tranny turn up at his place also there was no way I was going to drive there as ‘Nikki’ in case I got pulled over by the Police or had an accident or something equally as embarrassing. We had agreed that I turn up ‘as a guy’ and I would immediately go to his bedroom and get dressed while he waited in the lounge.

As I didn't know Rayleigh very well, I bought a book of maps of Essex and looked up the address, working out the easiest route to his place. Remember, there were no ‘Satnav's’ back in those days. I don’t think I would be lying if I said I was practically ‘shitting myself’ when I eventually drove to his house. Butterflies were an understatement. My stomach was doing somersaults. When I arrived at his place, I tentatively knocked on his door. I was so nervous part of me hoped that he wouldn't answer or hadn’t heard the knock and I resolved not to knock a second time. I was on the verge of leaving when the door opened.

A guy answered. He was about my height (six foot), slim. Dark almost black hair which was quite longish, parted on the side. He actually looked a little bit like Bryan Ferry in his lounge lizard days although he wasn’t dressed in a tux or dinner jacket. He was wearing a light long sleeved shirtand dark trousers. Smart casual I guess you’d call it. I guess he was attractive for a guy although like I said I didn't fancy guys at all. However, I didn't think I wanted him dressed up as a woman either. It was weird, I had no idea what I wanted except I wanted him to fancy me when I got dressed. It was almost like I didn't care what he looked like so long as he ‘wanted’ me.

We almost formally exchanged greetings, all the while not really making eye contact and he showed me upstairs to his bedroom where he left me to change. Before leaving my house to come here I had the presence of mind to have a long bath so I could do a full body shave, as I didn’t want to take forever to get ready for him. As it was, I must have taken a good 30 to 45 minutes getting dressed and putting on a little light make up which I had recently bought. A bit of foundation, eyeshadow and lipstick. I really didn’t have much idea back then. I put on a pair of black satin panties, a black satin under bust corset which had four suspenders and a pair of Aristoc ‘Nylon’ black seamed stockings. I then put on a black satin bra and put a pair of ‘homemade’ false boobs in (all right, a couple of balloons filled with water). Then I put on a fake pearl necklace. At the time I already wore gold sleeper earrings so I didn't have to worry about those. As I said I had packed a couple of outfits but I opted for a cream satin blouse and a black tightish satin pencil skirt, exactly what I had on in the pic I put in the ad.

I put my wig on. In those days I only owned one, the black, not quite shoulder length, cleopatra bob wig. I squeezed my feet into the 3-inch black stilleto court shoes, and finally, on my right ankle, I put on a gold-plated ankle bracelet I’d picked up from Savacentre, being careful not to ladder the stockings. With my heart pounding like a trip hammer in my chest I was ready to go. I took a deep breath (apart from being nervous, my corset was really tight and restricted my breathing somewhat) and opened the door. I carefully walked down the stairs, swinging my hips to make myself feel sexier, but also being careful as I hadn't negotiated stairs in heels before and I didn't want to do a comedy Mrs. Doyle and end up rolling arse over fake tits all the way to the bottom.

As I entered the living room I became ‘Nikki’. A sexy seductress, slowly walking, swaying hips and licking shiny red lips. I knew exactly how I wanted to appear and I tried my damnest to be that way. He was sitting on the sofa and he stood up as I came towards him. I walked up to him and slid my arms around his neck and slowly kissed him on the lips. The kiss became passionate very quickly as our tongues intertwined and his hands found my waist then moved down to caress my satin covered bottom. He pulled me tight against him and corny as it sounds, I felt his hard bulge against me. My own bulge was also growing filling my satin panties and already moistening with precum. I was so turned on.

We kissed for ages. It was the first time I had ever kissed another guy, something I would never have even thought of as a guy. It felt a little weird, all the girls I’d kissed in the past never had to shave, as far as I’m aware anyway, and even clean shaven a guy just feels ‘rough’. Nikki however, had taken over and ‘she’ fucking loved it. I started to move against him, gyrating my hips, rubbing myself against his hard bulge. His kisses became even more passionate and we were both breathing very heavy. I removed my arms from around his neck and slowly moved down to unbutton his shirt and caress his chest which was very smooth and his skin was very soft and warm. I bent my knees as I stopped kissing his lips and started to move down his body kissing his chest. I slowly continued to move down until eventually I was kneeling in front of him. My face level with his bulge. I leaned in and kissed it feeling how hard it was through his trousers. He started to sigh and then groan.

Nikki was in control.

I undid his belt and unhooked his trousers and slowly undid his zipper. Gravity took over and his trousers slid down to his ankles and I was staring at a pair of red bulging pants with a dark wet stain just below the middle. I leaned forward and kissed and licked the bulge tasting the salty damp patch and he groaned louder and staggered slightly. I thought he was going to come then and there.

It suddenly dawned on me that this was it. I was finally going to suck another man’s cock! Duality reared its ugly head. Half of me wanted to take the cock out and devour it, feel it pumping down my throat, the other half felt disgusted and almost sickened by what was happening. I stopped kissing the bulge and began rubbing over it with my fingers while thoughts about what I was actually going to do next battled inside my head. Almost as if my hands had minds of their own, my fingers hooked into the waistband of the pants and pulled them down over the bulge releasing the beast inside. It sprung out and upward, slightly curved but rigid and hard a rock. The helmet was dark and shiny like plastic and there was a large clear bead of precum welling from its small dark hole. I just stared in awe of it. It seemed massive, much bigger than mine which was at least 6 inches at full mast. Again, my hands moved as if on autopilot and the fingers of my right hand encircled the cock and I could feel how hard he really was. My other hand gently ran from the balls to the tip stroking as if enjoying the texture and softness of the skin. Without thinking about it my head moved forward and I kissed the tip and then gently, slowly kissed up and down the shaft. I kissed it like I was kissing the face of a woman, kissing something that was beautiful or that I was in love with. I heard groaning again only this time I realized it was me. My lips moved up and down the shaft, making love to the soft silky skin until they went back to the tip and encircled it. Sliding forwards, my tongue running over and around the smooth hard helmet, finding the little hole and tasting the precum which oozed from it. I had never sucked cock in my life up until that moment so I should not of had a clue as to what I was doing but whatever I was doing my ‘lover’ certainly enjoyed. Ok, I had seen women and a few guys sucking cocks on porn films and obviously experienced a girl giving me a blow job but giving a guy oral sex was totally alien to me. But here I was doing it like a pro on all accounts.

I moved my head back and forth, sliding the cock almost down the back of my throat and then back until slightly encircling the ridge if the helmet. All the while sucking and flicking my tongue around and over the surface of the cock, probing the pee hole, making ‘mmmmmmmmmmmmm’ sounds like I was enjoying an excellent meal. My ‘lover’ was also very vocal, moaning, groaning and sighing as I worked. My right hand encircled the base of his cock, following my lips back and forth while my other hand slid round to the back of his arse where my fingers gently slid up and down his crack until my middle finger found his hole and slowly but gently started to probe, engendering more groans from my ‘lover’. I felt him starting to pump his hips and his hands moved to the back of my head and I knew he was close. Unfortunately for him, Nikki was really enjoying this and wanted to make it last so I pulled back and slowly stood up. My right hand changed the grip on his cock so that I could lead him. He looked at me earnestly, begging me with his eyes to finish him but I leaned in and kissed him pushing my tongue deep into his mouth letting him taste his own cock juices.

His trousers were still around his ankles but I led him the short distance to the couch by his cock and sat, then laid him down.

When he was laid down flat (luckily it was a three-seater sofa) I knelt next to him on the floor and started to kiss him. First his mouth while my right hand gently stroked up and down his cock, then all over his bared flesh. Kissing, licking and occasionally gently biting. Whenever I ‘nipped’ him I would squeeze his cock mid rub making him twitch. He was already moving his hips, pumping up and down with my strokes. I was thinking ahead to my next moves. Going back down on his cock, then lifting my skirt and moving my panties to one side to release my own stiff dripping cock, then straddling him and sliding his cock into my arse and riding him like a stallion until he pumped his come into me while I wanked my cock and came all over his chest, when Mount Vesuvius erupted. He let out a loud shout and thrust his hips upward and his come spurted out like a fountain. At least two squirts jetted straight up almost hitting the ceiling and splatting back down over his stomach. Several drops shot to the side as I still pumped going up the wall and some even got in my wig hair. My hand still pumped up and down, milking every last drop and his body spasmed and convulsed at each ejaculation until he was spent. I still stroked grinning with power until he pleaded with me, breathlessly to stop.

He laid there panting for several minutes until he got his breath back. I just sat there smiling at him and then when he had recovered some composure asked him for a towel, He indicated a box of Kleenex man-sized tissues on a coffee table. I took a few and wiped my hands then passed him the box. He too took several and proceeded to wipe down his belly and several other places where his come had landed. When he was finished, I politely coughed (as in ‘Ahem!) and pointed, grinning to the spots on his wallpaper where come was slowly running down in shiny stripes.

“Oh!” He said, embarrassed. Then quickly pulled his pants and trousers up and refastened them. Then he wiped the semen from the walls. Thank God for vinyl wallpaper.

I got up off the floor and sat on the sofa and he sat down next to me, looking a little awkward. “Um, do you want me to...” He started. I laughed and held up my hand indicating he didn't have to say anything. “It’s Okay” I said “I am still horny, but I know what it’s like when I’ve shot my load so to speak, after dressing especially”.

The look of relief on his face was pretty comical, but I did truly understand. This was his ‘secret’ side, not his norm. He was probably bi-curious and therefore when his ‘urge’ has passed he’s very likely feeling the same guilty, almost shameful feelings that I do and most probably will when I get home, after I’ve had a wank of course.

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June Spencer died quietly. The iconic star of the BBC radio drama The Archers has spent some 105 years on this earth. Her family said that she peacefully fell asleep in her bed early yesterday morning. They also put on record deep gratitude to all the staff at Liberham Lodge who had delivered outstanding care over her final two years. Spencer was one of the original cast members of the Archers when the programme opened in 1950. In the early days, she played many different types of roles: amongst them an Irish baker's assistant called Rita Flynn, a Scottish maid and finally, the legendary character which has become truly hers, Peggy Woolley. Her interpretation of Peggy made her a name around the house and soon became one of the UK's most popular radio dramas. Steve Bowbrick, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons BBC 2012 interview, Spencer considered the popularity of the show, recalling how in the early years, members of the Archers cast were highly sought after for public functions: "We Archers stars were extremely in demand for opening fetes. We rarely had a free weekend," she recalled. "I can remember one time when I was flown down to Cornwall in a quite aged Dakota that had been very loosely adapted to civilian use. By the time we arrived, I discovered it was a vast aggregation of Women's Institutes. The programme was so popular that I was literally mobbed. Crowds came in and the organisers started shouting: 'Don't come any closer! Do you want to kill her? ' It was quite frightening.". Spencer stepped down from The Archers in the middle of the 1950s, and at this stage, actress Thelma Rogers played Peggy in a caretaking role. However, Spencer resumed playing the role of Peggy Woolley in the 1960s and continued until 1977. During these years, Peggy became the landlady of the Bull pub. It was in this position that one of the most dramatic moments on the show occurred: Peggy unwittingly causes a riot and is later charged with breach of the peace. Perhaps the most emotional and memorable storyline for Spencer was when her character, Peggy, experienced the death of her husband, Jack Woolley, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease. Spencer taped this storyline shortly after her real-life husband, Roger, died. He had also battled Alzheimer's and Spencer cared for him in his final years. In 2021, when The Archers was reaching its 70th year, Spencer attended the sixtieth anniversary celebration with Camilla, now the Duchess of Cornwall, of The Archers, by cutting an Archers-themed cake made from a tractor. By this point, Spencer had long retired from the soap; she officially left in August 2022, aged 103. Her lines were recorded via a studio that had been commissioned to be fitted into her Surrey home, as it had become far too hard for her to travel to Birmingham to record them at the show's studios. Throughout the years, Spencer was awarded many accolades for contributions to radio and acting. In 1991, she was appointed an Officer of the Order of the British Empire and received a Commander of the Order of the British Empire in 2017. In 2010, she was granted freedom in the City of London as testament to her long-standing impact on entertainment within Britain.June Spencer is the last of an old order for The Archers, the show that, since the early 1940s, has been woven into the very fabric of British radio. Her portrayal of Peggy Woolley will be recalled forever, and she goes out as one of the most beloved figures in British drama history. Read the full article

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Ultimate Playlist: Women’s Names, R

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac The song was inspired by the character of a Welsh woman who believed she was possessed by another woman name Rhiannon from the novel Triad. There’s also a goddess named Rhiannon in a Welsh story collection whom the lyrics of the song resemble.

Rio by Duran Duran In the song, Rio is a dancer compared to the Rio Grande river. The band explained that it was a metaphor for their desire to succeed in America.

Lovely Rita by The Beatles Paul wrote this song about an actual meter maid who gave him a parking ticket right outside of Abbey Road Studios Two.

Roberta by Billy Joel The protagonist is in love with a prostitute, but he can’t afford her. Joel said it’s based on a woman he knew in Los Angeles.

Mrs. Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel Originally written about Eleanor Roosevelt, Mike Nichols asked Paul to change it to “Mrs. Robinson” to be included in his 1967 film, The Graduate. The song won the 1969 Grammy for Record of the Year.

Help Me, Rhonda by The Beach Boys This is the story of a boy who fell in love with a girl who left him for another guy, and the boy begs his friend Rhonda to help him forget about her.

Sister Rosa by Slim This folk rock tune finds the singer at a bar where Rosa is on stage singing Moon River. I don’t remember where I came across it, but I love it. Keep on singin’, Rosa!

Rosalinda’s Eyes by Billy Joel Joel wrote this one as a hypothetical message to his mother Rosalind from his father Howard, who had left his family for Cuba.

Rosanna by Toto People thought the song was written about keyboardist Steve Porcaro’s girlfriend, the actress Rosanna Arquette, but it wasn’t about anyone in particular.

Rose’s Turn by June Styne & Stephen Sondheim, sung by Bette Midler From the Broadway show Gypsy, this song finds Mama Rose alone after all of her children have left to pursue their own careers. Everything’s coming up roses.

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse Apparently people don’t think much of Rosemary, but the singer is infatuated with her.

Cracklin’ Rosie by Neil Diamond This song makes a lot more sense when you understand that it was inspired by a folk story of a native tribe in Northern Canada with more men than women. When they go out Saturday night, the guys without girls pick up a bottle of wine as their date or the weekend.

Roxanne by The Police Yet another song about a prostitute, this one has been inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame.

Roxie by John Kander & Fred Ebb, sung by Ann Reinking From the Broadway musical Chicago, the lead character Roxie Hart sings about her plans for a future career in vaudeville.

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