Uncooperative muses

It would be better if I'd spent time working on the project I'm supposed to be working on, since IT has a due date. (Instead, I coughed up a few hundred words for Nature versus Nurture. A paltry total, and pretty much the only writing I've done in a while.) I smacked down a plot bunny that didn't meet any of the prompts I'm facing a deadline on. I don't have trouble with the pairings I'm looking at as much as the kinks...some of which I feel like I'd have to write the characters *out* of character to imagine them doing what's requested. There's stuff that either I've never done, didn't care for, and in the case of one kink, hadn't even *heard* of. *eyeroll* Or at least, not that term for it.

The clock is ticking....

Uncooperative muses

It would be better if I'd spent time working on the project I'm supposed to be working on, since IT has a due date. (Instead, I coughed up a few hundred words for Nature versus Nurture. A paltry total, and pretty much the only writing I've done in a while.) I smacked down a plot bunny that didn't meet any of the prompts I'm facing a deadline on. I don't have trouble with the pairings I'm looking at as much as the kinks...some of which I feel like I'd have to write the characters *out* of character to imagine them doing what's requested. There's stuff that either I've never done, didn't care for, and in the case of one kink, hadn't even *heard* of. *eyeroll* Or at least, not that term for it.

The clock is ticking....

Well, that was interesting---!

For a little while, I entertained the thought of calling out of work, because it was raining fish in Rockledge, and this time it WAS mackrel and mullets and marlin, oh my! It was bad enough that I had to pull off the road for 5-10 minutes waiting for my windows to unfog and the deluge to wane.

Took a deep breath and kept going, and ended up being glad I did. We got goody bags full of product---the clothes were ludicrously small---the largest size this company goes up to is a 13, and the only time I've ever fit into a 13 was for a few minutes in 1989, IF it was generously sized. But there was also bling in there, so I played "Let's Make a Deal" with some of the skinnier girls, and got a few trinkets and beads.

The clothes...wow. Yes, I am officially middle-aged, because my private reaction was sweet jeepers fuck, those are the hoochiest clothes I've even seen. They've got corsets and bustiers, padded bras, and thongs, in addition to their street clothes. When the partner's rep explained that their optimum skirt length was 10 inches, and held said skirt up, my jaw dropped. I hastily shut it before I got myself into trouble asking if we were supposed to upsell a depilitator with that. Their rule of thumb: if it's 30" or less, it's a top. If it's greater than 31", it's a dress. Right....

Okay, maybe that's a little harsh. *Some* of it was quite pretty, and I'd happily wear it if they made it in my size. They've got lovely print tops that would look good on anyone if scaled up correctly. (Similar to some of the patterns I've seen on B and Lu---why the hell can't we partner with them?!) But the trampy skirts, tube tops and shorts with 2.5" inseams---what the well-dressed streetwalker wears, was my opinion of a lot of it.

Thinking up a pseudonym for them occupied me for much of the evening, and then as I was driving home, one of my favorite Circus of Power** songs came on, and I had it. Please understand---I know it's not politally correct, but these clothes? Trust me: White Trash Queen is the only name for it.

And yeah, I've got a streak of that.
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** 80s metal---NOT a hair band! NY/LA grunge before Seattle ever coined the word.

Well, that was interesting---!

For a little while, I entertained the thought of calling out of work, because it was raining fish in Rockledge, and this time it WAS mackrel and mullets and marlin, oh my! It was bad enough that I had to pull off the road for 5-10 minutes waiting for my windows to unfog and the deluge to wane.

Took a deep breath and kept going, and ended up being glad I did. We got goody bags full of product---the clothes were ludicrously small---the largest size this company goes up to is a 13, and the only time I've ever fit into a 13 was for a few minutes in 1989, IF it was generously sized. But there was also bling in there, so I played "Let's Make a Deal" with some of the skinnier girls, and got a few trinkets and beads.

The clothes...wow. Yes, I am officially middle-aged, because my private reaction was sweet jeepers fuck, those are the hoochiest clothes I've even seen. They've got corsets and bustiers, padded bras, and thongs, in addition to their street clothes. When the partner's rep explained that their optimum skirt length was 10 inches, and held said skirt up, my jaw dropped. I hastily shut it before I got myself into trouble asking if we were supposed to upsell a depilitator with that. Their rule of thumb: if it's 30" or less, it's a top. If it's greater than 31", it's a dress. Right....

Okay, maybe that's a little harsh. *Some* of it was quite pretty, and I'd happily wear it if they made it in my size. They've got lovely print tops that would look good on anyone if scaled up correctly. (Similar to some of the patterns I've seen on B and Lu---why the hell can't we partner with them?!) But the trampy skirts, tube tops and shorts with 2.5" inseams---what the well-dressed streetwalker wears, was my opinion of a lot of it.

Thinking up a pseudonym for them occupied me for much of the evening, and then as I was driving home, one of my favorite Circus of Power** songs came on, and I had it. Please understand---I know it's not politally correct, but these clothes? Trust me: White Trash Queen is the only name for it.

And yeah, I've got a streak of that.
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** 80s metal---NOT a hair band! NY/LA grunge before Seattle ever coined the word.