Friday, 14 January 2011

Burlesque







I really hate it when girls refuse to admit that other girls are sexy. I am 100% straight but apart from my boyfriend, I would MUCH rather look at a girl undressed than a boy. Not because it turns me on or anything because it doesn't, but just because females are naturally so much more beautiful than boys are, it's a fact and anyone who denies it on the base of "I'm straight ew I don't think girls with nice figures are hot" needs to take a fucking valium because girls ARE hot, we are the hottest creatures on the planet. Is there anything better in the world than burlqesue?
Class is what's so sexy about burlesque. Not stick-thin figures, horse-tail extensions and bodycon dresses but Caviar, Champagne, red lips and true feminine luxury.
When you drown yourself in the world of burlqesue, you become enveloped in silk, lace, rich colours, high heels, fur coats, feather boas, false eyelashes, red lipstick and theatrical charm. This is a style that is not about hiding our curves, it is about accentuating them with corsets, push-up bras and French knickers. Add liberal amounts of diamonds, pearls and perfume and you're still not even close.
For me, the art of burlesque is not only sex, it is luxury, glamour, drama and danger and I am not going to pretend that girls dressed in this way are not the most beautiful thing on the planet because I am not a liar.

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