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  • welcome to the hole

    welcome to the hole

    Once upon a time, I kept a LiveJournal account, gryphons_hole, a deep, dark, comfy little hole in my brain where I kept notes on my life and queerness.

    This is the archive to that account, mostly password protected, adult, queer content, stripped of photo content after the site restructured its photo hosting feature. I hope to restore that content as well.

    If I know you, ask for the password. If I don’t, hope for a generous mood.

    08.18.24 I have realized a need to continue in this space. A kink reawaking if you will, with content that may range into inappropriate for my other blog spaces.

  • *giggle*

    *giggle*

    I call it Glen Squared. LOL

    When I found the shirt and realized I had the tie for some time, I *squeeee*d a bit. Seriously. When I got dressed last Saturday evening, I tingled some; my nipples got hard. For real. On my way home, when I realized I had to dig out the Waverly print for the backdrop, I giggled all the way home.

    To note: the Waverly find (18+ yards for fifteen bucks) just turned my future big butch smoking lounge and bar into a big gay cape cod-ish nook and sunroom. I am good either way, really. Leather armchairs and cigars surrounded by frilly blue ivy…? Love. It.

    *smooch*

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  • *swoon*

    *swoon*

    I think I am in love, with a girl! And her name is Connie Carlyle. Okay, perhaps Connie is more a wig, a girdle, and a set of falsies than a girl, but still… she’s dreamy! She is vintage beyond belief and perfectly turned out at every turn.

    She is a featured performer at Missie B’s. If you roll over the ‘Performers’ link, she explodes with cgi fireworks as she peaks in on the bar. (For added fun, roll over ‘About us’ and watch the dramatic change of owner Michael Burns. *heehee*)

    Connie is performed by DJ, whose day job puts him behind the counter of a fine vintage clothing store. The bitch must be made of playdoh, because he can squeeze into about two thirds of the vintage dresses in the store, and we all know how skinny those twigs were in the fifties. Of course, his rib cage can cause a problem with the last four inches of zipper, but still…

    And to finish off the love affair, Connie is clever and witty, with a quick tongue and a personality stronger than her martini.

    Total *swoon*…

    *sigh*

  • at the valet, hey…

    at the valet, hey…


    A new addition for the dressing room: an old men’s dressing valet, acquired from a friend condensing down in order to move into a lovely little church. She is the host of the local Dr. Sketchy’s branch, and I have coveted the valet since my first time in her previous space.

    Now, it is mine! *wrings hands* (cue maniacal laughter)

    It needs love and attention, but, really, who doesn’t? To look at the thing makes me bubble with giddiness…

    “‘Cause everything is beautiful at the valet… Hey! I’m a dandy. At. The. Valet.“

    *giggle*

    *smooch*

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  • Protected: happy daddy’s day

    Protected: happy daddy’s day

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  • Protected: the fat boy that never was…

    Protected: the fat boy that never was…

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  • hidden details, whispered reminders

    hidden details, whispered reminders

    A belated birthday gift to myself:

    What’s in the box…?

    Laser-etched metal collar stays! Absolutely gorgeous.

  • Protected: birthday suit no.45

    Protected: birthday suit no.45

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  • teleport into my dressing room…

    teleport into my dressing room…

    I am at the coffee house; I need to go home and to bed.

    I have posted about the changes to my closet/dressing room what with the move and all. I decided to pass on the State of the Union parody being all of two months late for it. Apologies for that.

    *smooch*

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  • the single cuff conversion project

    the single cuff conversion project

    I have begun a new sartorial project in the second bedroom dressing room. I have decided that I need more opportunity to wear cufflinks. French cuffs are so formal, so few and far between in the thrift stores, and they are most likely to be the shirts that require a trip to the professional laundry to look presentable…

    So, I started converting my single cuff dress shirts to allow for cufflinks. I do not intend to wear them in the manner that one would on a French cuff shirt, but more like a button stud; overlapping the cuff on the wrist, not pulling them out back-to-back…
    Originally, I intended to replace the tightest set button on the cuff and allow for the option of button or link closure, but some cuffs are not fully covering the button when the link is in place, and I don’t care for that…

    So, I plan to move onward without replacing the buttons. I have the option of sewing the cuff buttons together in pairs, similar to cufflinks, that I can use to mimic the button closure, so I do haven an alternative, in case I don’t own a good link choice for a shirt… like that could happen…

    This is the first time I have made a buttonhole. Ever. And the first time in years that I opened the manual for my Brother computerized machine. I should note, in cased you missed it, I am so gay, that my Brother machine is a Project Runway Special Edition computerized sewing machine.

    *snicker*

    *fairy dust* *fairy dust* *fairy dust*

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  • I must be missing something…

    I must be missing something…

    Found in a profile, at a particular cruising site:

    Love seeing a masculine male bitch beg for cock.

    *sigh*

    I think I should lie down, my head hurts…