A Rose Among The Thorns

“I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.” 
- Oscar Wilde

My mood has been a lot darker lately - although I am forced to disguise this by being uncharacteristically sanguine when I am not alone. I don't agree that one should find a remedy for melancholia, for it is in this state that inspiration is the greatest, and I have accepted the fact that my personality in particular seems to be prone to long bouts of it. All great romantics are prone to it. One of life's greatest pleasures is to experience true melancholia. Instead of finding a cure, as many would, I instead choose to indulge and deepen my melancholic mood...

Witty dialogue 
"Borgias" - Two words: Cesare Borgia. Need more? Incest, pedophilia, murder, witty dialogue and gratuitous sex scenes? What's not to love? Oh, and Jeremy Irons is brilliant, naturally. That voice could make me do so many things...

Furs
Ever watched "Butterfield 8"? Enough said...but in case you haven't, here is a picture just to prove the glamorous effect of a fur coat. When you are wearing a fur coat, it doesn't matter what is underneath!

Franz Von Stuck 
Definitely one of my absolute favorite artists of all time. Only he could make something evil look so delicious. 

Wine stained lips 
I adore "Mrs. Mia Wallace" by Urban Decay - their entire Pulp Fiction themed collection is brilliant and befitting of a modern day flapper.

Playlist:
"Venus in Furs" - The Velvet Underground

Dark chocolate 
 Studded with chili dusted mango, dotted with toasted hazelnuts, or just plain creamy chocolate truffle!

Wine
Whether the color of dark blackberry velvet, clear claret, or dried blood red - as long as it is some shade of red it is worthy to touch these lips.

Love

“It is only by enlarging the scope of one’s tastes and one’s fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that the unfortunate individual called Man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses among life’s thorns”
- Marquis de Sade

“So sweet and delicious do I become,
when I am in bed with a man
who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,
that the pleasure I bring excels all delight,
so the knot of love, however tight
it seemed before, is tied tighter still.”
― Veronica Franco, Poems and Selected Letters

Comrade Von Pussycat

The Most Dangerous Plaything...

I long to paint my pixie pout the color of fresh bruises and crushed rose petals - a cruel, sadistic cocktail of pleasure and pain. It's what you taught me. It's the girl that you left behind.

I slick on my signature blood red nail polish - not merely because it is the glamorous thing to do - but because I remember your blood on my jagged nails and I refuse to forget all of those things that you did to me - I refuse to pretend that the past is irrelevant - you will forever lurk in my mind.

I take a sip of a rich bordeaux. I can feel the sting of hatred begin to rise and pulse through these fragile blue veins. I can remember you whispering to me, "Please, just for me..." - I can feel the firm grasp of your rough hand on my slender bronzed shoulder...I can still feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck. I can still smell the scent of stale cigarettes. I can still feel your rough cheek graze mine...

You have created the most dangerous plaything, my love - you have created the ultimate seductress - the femme fatale!

And baby, when you die, I won't cry for you.

 "Whore!Whore!" - the girls in the neighborhood would scream at us as we walked by. Twelve years old. You made virgins into whores. God curse you all. Where are you now? Old, decrepit, and decaying. Our beauty was never meant for you. One day, we will have our revenge...until then, dollface...


Comrade Von Pussycat