FOF #1495 – Pimp Daddy Christmas
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Once upon a time there were two gay men who happily lived in a little apartment on the north side of a big city. One Christmas they hot glued a ton of red garland onto an oversized coat and a magical costume was born, Pimp Daddy Christmas.
The Human Santapede
FOFA #1493 – Krampus and the Strange but True History of Christmas – 12.20.11
IMAGE: Santa Sure Loves his Poppers


Comments
Okay, Fausto? I generally liked what you did with my profile pic, BUT I have some quibbles!
a) You removed most of the green streaks from the front of my hair when you de-yellowed my complexion! The green was not an accident, it’s part of the dye job.
Reminds me of the early days of Star Trek, with someone unwittingly color-correcting the Orion slave girls. 
b) You did a good job smoothing my complexion, but you removed the dark beauty mark from my chin. I don’t mind losing the freckles and reddish spots, but the beauty mark is iconic. Quite prominent if you see it in person. I look weird without it
And finally, dude, I don’t feel obligated to be pretty all the time. Yes, even when I don’t have to bother with makeup and lighting. I like to change my look a lot. Sometimes casual, sometimes glamorous. I do appreciate the pic, and I’ll still keep it in rotation, but a gal reserves the right to change her mind.
You’re pretty all the time! All I did was just tidy things up, and put on a little lipstick on you.
Just leave the green in my hair! I need -something- for people to tell us apart
And actually, Fausto, it’s more than that. I don’t want to make too big a deal out of this, but I’ve been intentionally posting less-than-perfect looking photos of me as a way of trying to beat myself out of old perfectionistic habits, that used to have me subjecting myself to various eating disorders and absolutely hating how I looked.
Your retouching me without asking may have been well-meaning, but it was frustrating and felt like it was giving credence to that stupid self-hating impulse that tells me I shouldn’t be seen in public without makeup. I forgive you because I value your friendship, but please refrain from doing it again, or making me self-conscious by critiquing my unmade-up photos (or for heaven’s sake, broadcasting it internationally on the podcast!)!