Sunday, 26 February 2017
FEB 25 '16
Day 10 of 64
Kolee ?Ynnit(ms) & Sikment Loyne(prof) review The Danish Girl
When I watched The Danish Girl, I blubbered like a baby at that acceptance of difference shared by the DG and 'his' beautiful wife.
!How different to when I caught my partner Wayne in my pantyhose.
It turned out that he (Wayne) had a special 'zing' for wearing ladies' stockings,
going way back when, and not just when he was on jobs either.
To put it bluntly, issues of sexual contusion, paw sylph image perhaps,
fagmented personality to boot, what with all the joints he'd done.
And laddered tights really turned him on, y'know. !Well that's why he was a roofer
However, the times I actually saw him wearing my underwear, I didn't get the glossy
smile, the dewy eyes, the flick of the hair so resonant of the DanishGirl.
No ! All I got was Pastry Boy, as Wayne was to become known in our weird world.
You see, he'd punish me for catching him in my clothes by giving his 'patsy' a proper
'going over', a thorough pasting if you like, Then he'd go out and buy a big bag of
stickly sweetcakes to get me to shutthefukup.
Of course it's not beyond the bounds of possibility that through the so-called corrective
unconscious these filmmakers were receiving 'clips' of me having my lights punched out by PastryBoy and this gave them the idea to dream up the story of The Danish Girl.
Now wouldn't? that be a turn up for the books
Watched The Danish Girl.
Tried to stick penis twixt legs.