Dress In Layers
Being a “fur princess,” he “was born to sparkle like a queen.” Hence, of course, the tiaras, leis, turtlenecks, wigs, the copious mohair, the full-length fur.
This guy has a fetish for wearing dozens of layers of women’s clothing. He’s popped up in numerous Facebook groups, and demands to be called ‘princess’, and talks about how much he hates his wife and children because, for some reason, they don’t want to be seen in public with him https://t.co/EyKPxOwpgP
— ripx4nutmeg (@ripx4nutmeg) November 2, 2026
He sparkles more than would seem strictly necessary.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Hope his wife has a plan B.
He wants all the pretty things.
And you’d never tire of it.
Just noticed that in several videos he seems to be gently thrusting his hips.
I’m sure that detail will put you at ease.
He makes Liberace seem positively macho.
And in art news.
I miss art being good.
It looks like the kind of art – or rather, crap in gallery – that’s supposedly bearing some Message Of Tremendous Import. Some reason, other than aesthetics or discernible accomplishment, for being there. Though I’m not entirely sure what said message might be.
That Pepsi and Coke are interchangeable? That brands more generally are interchangeable? That political brands are interchangeable? That commerce is lowly and beneath the artist? Hard to care, frankly.
That the object, Coke vs. Pepsi (Soda Spinner), is by “the MSCHF art collective” – MSCHF, mischief, geddit? – doesn’t exactly fill one with confidence. And it’s all a bit rich, given the wearying effect of visiting a gallery filled with similar half-arsed tat.
On immigration and fly-tipping, a thread.
Fly-tipping. Isn’t that hard to do? I mean, they’re tiny as is and usually fly away when they see your hand approaching . . .
Just hand me your coat a minute.
[ Fetches matches, accelerant. ]
No. The simplest solution is to have a refrigerator that keeps stuff cold without any Internet connection. You know, as they had for decades before someone thought appliances should be “smart.”
[ Checks phone for notifications from washing machine. ]
And it’s easy to passively monitor temperatures remotely without any capability to control the fridges and freezers.
Documentation of his behavior, and bugout plans if he shows…tendencies.
gesundheit.
He feels pretty, oh so pretty…..
Happy Islamophobia Awareness Month.
I’m with his wife and kids, I’d cross to the other side of the street if I saw THAT walking toward me.
The Farm Stand Test:
Further uncomfortable observations follow.
Christmas decorations are going up already?
The effects of cross-dressing men on their unfortunate wives and children is, I think, underappreciated.
I see John Lewis have misjudged their Christmas ad again.
Previously in the world of John Lewis’ misjudged marketing efforts, the update to this, and of course this eye-widening project.
Meanwhile in Florida, a candidate has fought to be, “…who I am today…”, OK, but one shouldn’t advertise losing fights.
Also in Florida for English majors and Star Trek fans,
23K in state and 45K out will also buy you, “…material on “Mexican Vampires,” “Transhuman Blackness,” and “African American Vampire Fiction.”
Sign up today!
Or, man pretending to be woman is not entirely honest shock.
And speaking, as we were, of progressive self-flattery.
How do they keep getting it so wrong? Their ads used to be really good.
Yes, they were often rather sweet with an agreeable, universal sentiment. Missing friends, shyness, not wanting to leave people out, etc.
Now, however, they seem convinced that we’ll be enchanted by rude, selfish, misbehaving children whose affection has to be bought at great expense. And the decision to make those children brown – because apparently you can’t have an advert without the statistically unlikely interracial couple – adds a dynamic that I somehow doubt was intended.
There’s a tin-earedness.
It’s unfortunate, as a visit to a big John Lewis store is generally a treat. It’s a good store. But their marketing people don’t seem able to read the room. Those most alienated by the ads are very often their own customers.
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Of all the things that fly, we decided to name the fly a “fly”. Because they are the most annoying of all flying things?
‘Glamour’ and ‘beauty’ – rode hard, put up wet.
No one in this world has ever lost money by underestimating the gullibility of the ‘art connoisseur’.
That used to amuse me as a kid. I wondered if the fly was the first such thing Adam named, because…obviously, or the last because he was so damn tired of naming stuff he just gave up.
Bit of a metaphor for Britain’s immigration policies.
No, not really.
“To be good is noble; but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble.”
– Mark Twain
“half-arsed tat” – British English has such satisfying expressions.
Batter up!
Meanwhile, Poland wanna party like it’s 1939.
And once again, the fat female officer, the “diversity” hire, the one seemingly unable or unwilling to use a taser, appears entirely useless, putting others at risk.
The firefighter, however, deserves a drink.
OK, my bad on the Poland thing. That’s from 2024 regarding flooding in Poland.
Why would the capacity to raise a fridge’s temp to 50° C even exist, let alone be remote controlled?
The only secure connectivity to the internet involves an air gap.
Or as we used to joke at my old computer-security gig:
What does the “S” in IOT stand for?
Security.
As to fly-tipping, frankly, I’ve always opened and closed my own fly, so I’ve never had occasion. But, should the time come, I think a toonie would be decent.
Sorry (not sorry) to interrupt, but I want to share that Mom is 95 years old today and never once in that time has anyone ever had cause to ask her about her pronouns nor call her “cis”. (pic 1960)
[ Installs slot machine. ]
The perp has eight outstanding warrants!
They’ve accidentally made a Restore Britain campaign video.
“Comments are turned off.“
Isn’t that, like, rookie numbers for Chicago?