now i remember
Aug. 29th, 2006 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I remember what #10 was on my list of awesome things, definitively:
The St-Lawrence Market.
Buffalo people, it was what the Broadway Market ought to be.
It was a huge, huge huge collection of vendors of food and goods, in two large buildings. There were literally dozens of different butchers and seafood suppliers: one had whole piglets hanging up on display, and another had whole sides of beef visible through a window into their walk-in cooler. You could get lamb kidneys or live lobsters. There were souvenir shops and places selling bee products (including bee pollen, which was popular enough among old Latvian ladies that I have several empty canisters in the house that were repurposed as storage containers). Emu oil. Peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, beets, radishes, etc. Peaches! Oh the peaches. Baked goods. All kinds of things.
I was filled with a desire to buy them, but without so much as a fridge in our room (the one big drawback to the Sheraton; but other poshish hotels that had fridges had them all rigged so you couldn't put your own stuff in there) there was no way any of it would survive to come home with us. Oh man.
But I digress. I was going to talk about something else. I don't remember.
Oh, last night, somehow [I really don't know how, honestly] I wound up on this blog by a big-breast-fetishist porn conoisseur, and while I was somewhat jadedly looking at the galleries of photos he was linking to (mostly he seems to be a shill for various websites, but, well, it's actually a pretty effective way to present porn, and he definitely knows his audience), I realized that I share the exact dimensions of a number of his favorite models. (He has a page where he sorts them all by size.)
Looking at his collection of 34F models, I thought, "Them girls has huge hooters." I thought, "Mine aren't that big." I went over to the mirror. "Really." After a good hard look, I returned to my computer, somewhat chastened: "Yes I am."
God! I'm a fetish model!
I feel somewhat better in knowing that F is the smallest size he features on the site. But still!
And he's one of those naturals-only types, so all the models have no cosmetic surgery. With the result that many of them are actually woman-shaped. (He actually has a discussion about "sticks with boobs" vs. "real women" vs. "chubby chasing".)
...
Now that I'm over the shock (I mean, it shouldn't really be a shock for someone to find out that people who look like her are featured in porn on the Internet-- I mean, duh, but I had sort of never, well, thought of myself that way), I've decided something.
Forget waitressing. I'm going to be an Internet porn star. That'll be my next career move.
The St-Lawrence Market.
Buffalo people, it was what the Broadway Market ought to be.
It was a huge, huge huge collection of vendors of food and goods, in two large buildings. There were literally dozens of different butchers and seafood suppliers: one had whole piglets hanging up on display, and another had whole sides of beef visible through a window into their walk-in cooler. You could get lamb kidneys or live lobsters. There were souvenir shops and places selling bee products (including bee pollen, which was popular enough among old Latvian ladies that I have several empty canisters in the house that were repurposed as storage containers). Emu oil. Peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, beets, radishes, etc. Peaches! Oh the peaches. Baked goods. All kinds of things.
I was filled with a desire to buy them, but without so much as a fridge in our room (the one big drawback to the Sheraton; but other poshish hotels that had fridges had them all rigged so you couldn't put your own stuff in there) there was no way any of it would survive to come home with us. Oh man.
But I digress. I was going to talk about something else. I don't remember.
Oh, last night, somehow [I really don't know how, honestly] I wound up on this blog by a big-breast-fetishist porn conoisseur, and while I was somewhat jadedly looking at the galleries of photos he was linking to (mostly he seems to be a shill for various websites, but, well, it's actually a pretty effective way to present porn, and he definitely knows his audience), I realized that I share the exact dimensions of a number of his favorite models. (He has a page where he sorts them all by size.)
Looking at his collection of 34F models, I thought, "Them girls has huge hooters." I thought, "Mine aren't that big." I went over to the mirror. "Really." After a good hard look, I returned to my computer, somewhat chastened: "Yes I am."
God! I'm a fetish model!
I feel somewhat better in knowing that F is the smallest size he features on the site. But still!
And he's one of those naturals-only types, so all the models have no cosmetic surgery. With the result that many of them are actually woman-shaped. (He actually has a discussion about "sticks with boobs" vs. "real women" vs. "chubby chasing".)
...
Now that I'm over the shock (I mean, it shouldn't really be a shock for someone to find out that people who look like her are featured in porn on the Internet-- I mean, duh, but I had sort of never, well, thought of myself that way), I've decided something.
Forget waitressing. I'm going to be an Internet porn star. That'll be my next career move.
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Date: 2006-08-29 02:45 pm (UTC)You'll probably make more money.
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Date: 2006-08-29 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 05:18 pm (UTC)snakeemu oil sellers informed me.Z suggested that we should just get an emu and I could give it massages every morning, since my major skin problem is eczema on my hands.
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Date: 2006-08-29 05:20 pm (UTC)But then, these babies *are* natural, and I also have no inhibitions whatsoever, and also I am a freak of nature... a sexy freak of nature...
Which just sounds like I got it from a webcomic and it is bothering me that I don't know which one.