Sunday, February 26, 2017

I don't WANT to be anyone's Inspiration.

Girl with the Pony Tail on the Treadmill:

A REALLY fat woman showed up at the Gym today.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

REALLY fat. Like fat-on-fat.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

She got on the treadmill two over from me, and I wondered if it could even take her weight. I hate when people break the equipment.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I have to admit: I felt revulsion at first. She was sweating like crazy thirty seconds after starting a slow walk.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

But then I thought: at least she's trying to do SOMETHING about it.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

Maybe she'll actually stick with it, and over the next year I'll watch her slowly get smaller and smaller. That could be kinda cool.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

For a moment I thought about talking to her. Just saying "Hi", you know?

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

Then I thought: what if she talks to me, and KEEPS talking to me? Like all of a sudden I'm her 'gym-buddy'.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I don't want a 'gym-buddy'. I like keeping to myself at the gym. Just me and the treadmill.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

And I would probably become her Inspiration.

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I don't WANT to be anyone's Inspiration.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I don't want to motivate anyone. I don't want to offer "You go, girl" encouragement when all I want to do is run off that damn Starbucks Mocha I shouldn't have had.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

And then -- no doubt -- she would tell me about 'bad days' where she stayed home from the gym the previous day and ate ice cream and shit.

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NOT my problem.

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Run more and eat less ice cream.

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I was fat when I was a little girl.

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And now I have an ass men obsess over. I made that happen. Me.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I still remember being a fat little girl, though. It sucked.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

But I remember REALLY liking ice cream.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)



I am Laslo.


Of course, I'm not fat AND hairy, which is kind of gross, but that's not my reason...

Melody Greer, Proud Fat Chick...

I don't like dating really fat men.

I know: you're saying 'who are YOU -- a Fat Chick -- to discriminate against fat men?' I get it: it sounds like hypocrisy, doesn't it...?

It's not like I worry that they are going to eat all my ice cream: I can always buy more ice cream....

It's not like I can't look at a corpulent body: I see mine in the mirror, every day. Of course, I'm not fat AND hairy, which is kind of gross, but that's not my reason...

No, I don't date fat men because it is REALLY difficult for two fat people to have sex together. I mean, he can't see his penis because of his belly, I can't see my vagina because of my thighs: it's REALLY hard to get those items in the same vicinity, naked-wise....

I don't want to be in a relationship where the only sex is awkward blow-jobs, with rolls of sweaty belly above my head like ominous low storm clouds of fat...

So I try to stick to non-fat men, which really reduces my chances, as you can probably figure. People tell me I should lose just a little weight, that I have a pretty face. Pretty face? I haven't seen my real face since I was four years old: since then it has been safely hidden behind vast puffy cheeks and rippling layers of jowls -- I could spend two years losing this weight just to find out my 'true' face is skinny and Ugly as Hell: that would SUCK. Because you can lose Fat, but you can't lose Ugly....

Since I am alone a lot I watch a lot of Porn. Not that tender, feminine 'sensual' chick-porn shit: I want the REAL stuff, I want smeared make-up and positions impossible for a Fat Chick to even contemplate...

Of course, I don't like looking at those thin Porn women with the big plastic breasts that don't flop like pancakes when they lay down, so I mostly watch Male Gay Porn. It's not like the guy getting fucked in the ass is cheating me out of a man -- he's GAY: our selection circles don't overlap...

So, Fat Men: I appreciate what you're trying to do by talking to me, but it ain't going to happen. And Muscular Gay Men: if you ever find that you want to change up the gay dudes on occasion with a Fat Chick, please get in touch...



I am Laslo.


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I guess it's like being in a wheelchair, except in my case the wheelchair is my oversized ass..

Melody Greer, Proud Fat Chick...

I once applied for my Dream Job. The Office was a little house that had been turned into the workplace: adorable, with brick walls and period cornices and mouldings. My resume was perfect for the job, and my interview went very well -- afterward they had me wait in the lobby to have a quick meeting with the Boss...!

As I sat in the lobby I was conscious not to take any snacks out of my purse: I wanted to show that I had self-control, that I didn't HAVE to have that King-Size Milky Way bar right now...

After a few minutes I excused myself to use the restroom; my stomach was understandably nervous, and I felt the volcano building in my bowels. When I walked into the restroom I immediately saw the problem: they had converted a small home bathroom to accommodate a stall and a urinal, and the stall was way too narrow for me to fit into...

Meanwhile, the Volcano rumbled and I had to do SOMETHING. The sink was too high for me to use, and I couldn't see using the urinal accurately, so I took the trash basket out from under the sink and emptied my angry bowels into it, then wiped up the back-spatter with paper towels...

I knew that my mess would soon be discovered -- there wasn't enough air freshener in the can to hide THAT -- so I left the charming little office, and my Dream Job, never to return, all because of a narrow toilet stall: it's funny how things you don't think twice about can utterly change the course of your life. I guess it's like being in a wheelchair, except in my case the wheelchair is my oversized ass..

Still, I have accepted that workplace wasn't for me: after all, my Dream Moment of My Dream Job would be having sex with my frisky Boss in the bathroom stall: Bang Me, Mr. Boss Man! Bang the Fat Chick...!



I am Laslo.



That's funny, because it's true: I HAVE crossed a street to get to a Donut Shop.

Melody Greer, Proud Fat Chick...

I know I'm fat: that doesn't mean I can't laugh about it. Here's a Fat Chick joke I've heard:

Why did the Fat Chick cross the road?

To get to the Donut Shop.

That's funny, because it's true: I HAVE crossed a street to get to a Donut Shop. Because I like donuts. I like the Baker's Dozen, because the free thirteenth donut can't have calories because I didn't have to pay for it, Ha Ha. In fact, I wonder if you can buy a whole box of thirteenth donuts? Try getting your mind around THAT...

You just have to look on the bright side of things, that's all. I once had a Cancer Scare: the idea of having cancer was horrifying, but I have to admit, I was looking forward to all the weight I'd lose...

I am Laslo.

All I know is she was dedicated to losing the weight: she threw up almost everything she ate for six months, and the weight came off...

Melody Greer, Proud Fat Chick...

I have to admit, there was one time a Man made me feel upset by my being fat...

He was my boyfriend at the time. I mean, we didn't go out anywhere because he didn't want to be seen in public with me, but he'd come over to my place to eat ice cream and fuck me in the ass...

Well, he kept trying to talk me into having a threesome with my friend Lilly. Lilly is beautiful and thin, but she used to be fat, so she understands me; maybe I make her feel better about her new thin self, I don't know. All I know is she was dedicated to losing the weight: she threw up almost everything she ate for six months, and the weight came off...

So Lilly agrees to the threesome after we all had consumed a few boxes of wine, but then all my boyfriend did was pay attention to her. He fucked HER skinny ass doggy-style; he had HER suck his cock; he HAD her put a finger up his ass, which was OUR thing. The only time I got to get involved was when he shot his load onto both of our faces...

Anyway, now my boyfriend dumps me for Lilly, and I lose a boyfriend AND a best friend. Let me tell you: it took a LOT of ice cream to eat through that depression...

But I learned a valuable Fat Chick lesson: never be in a threesome with a bulimic skinny girl. And Lilly has problems with her esophagus now from vomiting so much stomach acid. Sometimes just accepting who you are is the best option...



I am Laslo.



Sure, some of these things leave me out-of-breath quickly, but just let me sit for a moment, I'll be fine, I have my inhaler...

 Melody Greer, Proud Fat Chick...

If men don't want me because I'm fat, that's just fine by me: they don't know what they're missing. Me, I enjoy Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain, and I'm definitely not into yoga. I'd also love to make love at midnight in the dunes of the Cape...

Sure, some of these things leave me out-of-breath quickly, but just let me sit for a moment, I'll be fine, I have my inhaler...

I also don't mind anal sex. In fact, it's probably easier: when I'm on my knees and spreading my ample butt cheeks apart it is easier to reach my anus than my vagina. Unless the guy has a really long cock. I like guys with really long cocks...

Sure, sometimes I'll eat the guy's Ice Cream at two in the morning, but you can always buy more ice cream: togetherness is about compromise. Like, I bring my own Viagra for the guy in case he has problems getting it up when I'm naked...

And -- yes -- I CAN do a successful job of wiping my ass effectively: I know some Fat Chicks have problems with that, but I have a sponge on a stick, it does the job just fine...

Would i mind losing weight? Of course not, as long as I could still eat everything I like eating, in the same proportions. That said, I am Happy with who I am, and I make my Man very happy, when I have one. Because anal sex....


I am Laslo.


Some are heartbreakingly poor, some are obsessed with cleanliness and lemon scent, some really like chocolate a lot and have bowel issues...

Derek Vale, Writer of Books He Hasn't Written...

As an author of unwritten books, my mind is constantly roiling with new stories and characters -- it is hard to have enough time to not write all of them down...

My latest is the story of a man who compiles other people's grocery lists accidentally left in the supermarket. He then goes from aisle to aisle, pretending to gather all the items on the list and gaining insight into their anonymous lives. Some are heartbreakingly poor, some are obsessed with cleanliness and lemon scent, some really like chocolate a lot and have bowel issues...

Eventually, the character I didn't name comes across a list that convinces him that the list writer is a man who keeps young women trapped in his home and then kills them with ant poison. And he also has a problem with ants. The twists will leave any reader breathless, if the reader could read my unwritten book...

The unwritten reviews of the books I didn't write are unanimously positive, often giving special attention to the depth of the characters they didn't read...

Sometimes I picture my unwritten books being turned into unmade films: surely there should be an Oscars category for that. Oh, the modest yet moving winning acceptance speeches I can see myself not giving...

The more I look back at my literary career the more I realize I need to begin not writing my autobiography, but that may have to wait: there is so much left for me to not write, I can barely keep up...



I am Laslo.


Saturday, February 25, 2017

Obviously a film that captures the modern West. Or South. Or maybe South Mid-West...

Derek Vale, Reviewer of Films He Hasn't Seen...

It's that time of the year agin, my friends -- the Oscars! I can't help but feel the excitement, even though I haven't seen any of the films in contention. That said, here is my rundown of the Best Picture category, by looking at their posters...

"The Arrival." Space Aliens arrive on earth in a giant ship that looks like a potato bug. Since there are no reds and oranges used in the poster it is NOT a man vs. alien battle, so inevitably it is thought-provoking as it delves into man's existential existence in the universe. And speaking of 'existential', t stars Amy Adams, who is ALWAYS adorable...!

"La La Land". The two lead characters are dancing against a backdrop reminiscent of an idealized Forties musical: I can almost HEAR the soundtrack! And when I think of that soundtrack I haven't heard, and Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone, I figure it doesn't involve much Rap, otherwise there would be a black name in the credits....

"Fences." Speaking of Black Names! Denzel Washington AND Viola Davis! And from the poster they look like authentic poor old black folk, with a strong sense of decency and wisdom. I would expect nothing less from Denzel, unless he held a gun in the poster. And it had res and oranges...

"Hell or High Water." The poster image evokes dusty prairie, and the close-up of Jeff Bridges makes him seem dusty, too. Obviously a film that captures the modern West. Or South. Or maybe South Mid-West...

"Lion".  There are photos of two stars in profile that I don't recognize, a sign that the film suffers from miscasting. There is also a photo of an adult and child walking hand-in-hand on an old railroad tracks, so there is probably something about the passage of time; with actors I recognize I might actually care to know more, if not actually see it...

"Manchester By The Sea." A young couple at the water's edge, with blurry seagulls around them. Again: I don't recognize the actors, but I think they are British in this one, so they are no doubt playing people with a bleak future ahead of them, in that bleak British film way...

"Hacksaw Ridge." A war film with a soldier dramatically carrying a wounded soldier on his back. The soldier has VERY white teeth in the otherwise grimy poster, so I don't know what to think -- his uniform doesn't LOOK like that of. Nazi. Nazis in movies usually have good teeth, unless they are portrayed by British actors...

"Fences" Three black women dressed in sixties-era clothing stride across a NASA logo, and there is a rocket blasting off in the back; maybe they are maids for astronauts' families or something. This film feels uplifting, because rockets, and empowering, because black women. This might give Denzel and Viola some competition for the gold statue...!

"Moonlight" A close-up of a young dark-skinned black man in solemn lighting, with a slash of purple-red separating his face into three pieces. Upon closer look, however, it seems these are three different actors, although they are all black and it may just be two actors with one being shown twice, it's hard to tell. It is also hard to tell what this movie might be about, but I bet it involves Emotional Struggle....

As for who will win? I would normally give it to a gritty Denzel and Viola, but I think the uplifting three black maids may siphon off some of their votes. But this year there are THREE black movies, so that leaves the emotionally riveting tour-de-force "Moonlight" to take home the prize it so richly deserves...



I am Laslo.


And from the movie poster it appears the wardrobe is wonderfully eccentric, like it is in all those Wes Anderson films I haven't seen...

Derek Vale, Reviewer of Films He Hasn't Seen...

"Captain Fantastic" is a movie that laves the viewer much to think about, or so I have heard from viewers. The movie concerns an over-protective father who may be an aging hippie, I'm not quite clear on that part, but that is certainly the vibe I get...

It appears his children are coming to terms with the death of their mother: I have read something to that effect somewhere, and it seems like that would effectively provide the film with the emotional gravity it so clearly possesses...

An actor I recognize from somewhere plays the hippie's father, so there is obviously a generational conflict involved that probably resolves in a muted sense of understanding amongst the men: if this isn't the case, then this may not be the picture I thought it was when I didn't see it...

From the clip I saw on Youtube, Viggo Mortenson puts in an amazing performance as the aging hippie. Of course, I would expect nothing less: Mr. Mortenson has given masterful performances in many films I haven't seen, and this one in particular seems Oscar-Worthy.

Speaking of Mr. Mortenson,  I have not heard mention of nude scenes on any of the gay blogs I read, so it would appear there is no naked wrestling for the actor, like he did in that other movie I didn't see...

I picture the cinematography in this film as spectacular in that hazy Sixties way, because of the subject matter, mostly. And from the movie poster it appears the wardrobe is wonderfully eccentric, like it is in all those Wes Anderson films I haven't seen...

Speaking of Wes Anderson, I can't wait to not see his next film, sure to be full of his dry humor and visual whimsy. I DID see "Rushmore", so I think it's probably still goint to be a lot like that one...



I am Laslo.


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Thursday, February 23, 2017

What is this world coming to, anyway? We're looking to a Slovenian mail-order bride for direction on what to buy?

Hack Comic Mic Nite...

"Trump, man... what a fucking mess we got into, right..? And have you seen this? His Slovenian mail-order bride is suing a newspaper based upon the money she would make selling her Brand as the First Lady... It's bad enough that Trump puts his name on everything, but now we're supposed to buy HER products...?

Hell, I got the perfect thing for her to sell: the Melania-brand douche. Because she's married to a douche-bag, right? You see where I'm going with this...?

Maybe she can also sell Luxury Adult Diapers for rich incontinent husbands... Look, I'm not saying Trump is incontinent, but he can't control his own mouth, what makes us think he can control his bowels...? 

What is this world coming to, anyway? We're looking to a Slovenian mail-order bride for direction on what to buy? The only thing I would take her advice on is buying hot Slovenian mail-order brides, you know...?

These are just jokes, people: I mean no offense to our lovely First Lady: I LIKE having a First Lady I can finally jerk off to...

You've been a great audience, thank you for laughing...



I am Laslo.


The acting of Charles Isherwood, playing the role of Charles Isherwood, was magnificent, enchanting even.

Review of "Charles Isherwood's Firing" by Charles Isherwood...

The acting of Charles Isherwood, playing the role of Charles Isherwood, was magnificent, enchanting even. By turns fiery and wonderfully droll, the audience can't help but be mesmerized by his insightful passion for Theatre...

Sadly, the role of his boss was not nearly as well-acted. The performance was one-note, a caricature of the overly self-important toady promoted above competence thanks to a prolific ability to brown-nose the superiors: the audience has no doubt seen this before, and feels let down by the perfunctory nature of this disappointing lackey...

Reading between the lines, this show can be seen as an example of the world that exists now under Trump: the scapegoating of those who dare to tell the truth, and in this light Isherwood shines as an example of stoic bravery in the face of incompetence, if not utter madness...

I see great things in the future for Charles Isherwood: a star that bright cannot be confined to such a small stage, and no doubt a bigger stage awaits his arrival....



I am Laslo.


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

"Maybe there are some young tall girls that just want to play basketball. Without the other stuff."

Authentic WNBA locker room dialogue...

"Candice, after the game we're going up to Tara's hotel room and putting giant rubber cocks up each other's asses. Are you coming?"

"No... Thanks but no thanks."

"But they're BIG rubber cocks. Because we're BIG girls. BIG girls putting rubber cocks up each other's asses."

"I think I'm just going to have some green tea and read."

""Oh -- so you think you're better than us? Because you're straight, is that it?"

"No! I just don't care to be putting big rubber cocks up girls' asses, that's all."

"You know we all think you're a Bitch, right?"

"Really? Because I don't like putting big rubber cocks up girls' asses?"

"Well, that, and then you don't scissor with the other teammates."

"I'm just not a 'scissors' girl, I guess..."

"You don't scissor, and you don't put big rubber cocks up other girls' asses: you ARE a Bitch."

"I'm just a straight girl who likes some quiet time after a game. People shouldn't hate me for that."

"It's Bitches like you that give us a bad name. Bitch."

"Huh?"

"Young girls look up to us. Across America there are tall ungainly girls who DREAM of being professional basketball players and putting big rubber cocks up other girls' asses."

"Maybe there are some young tall girls that just want to play basketball. Without the other stuff."

"If that's the case they should just stick to women's soccer."

"Women's soccer?"

"I was making a joke, Bitch. Everyone know the girls in women's soccer like to put big rubber cocks up girls' asses."

"What sport SHOULD a straight girl play, then?"

"Well, volleyball and softball are out. So is track-and-field. Now that I think about it, I think you straight girls are just shit-out-of-luck."

"Okay... I guess I'll see you on the team bus in the morning..."

"Don't be taking any of the comfy seats: us other girls' asses are going to be SORE..."



I am Laslo.



Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Some people may say "Hitler killed six million Jews AND was a pedophile? That's DOUBLE bad!"

“Heil Baby Heil: I was Hitler’s Groupie” (Excerpt)

One thing you have to understand, people: the Hitler I loved was indeed a Controversial Figure, but I really didn't follow politics much then, because I was only twelve at the time...

He may have had his hard dictatorial side, but Adolf was always tender with me: bubble baths, eiderdown pillows, light German  tickling and gentle anal sex...

Hitler may have had sex with children, but they were all female as far as I know, so please remember THAT: he was NOT gay, he was ALL Man...!

Some people may say "Hitler killed six million Jews AND was a pedophile? That's DOUBLE bad!", but I think such people just can't understand the love a twelve-year-old girl can have for a Great Man. Or they are Jewish...

I remember Hitler once gently crying when reading the latest reports from Auschwitz: he said he'd bet some of those young girls were probably rather pretty, in a Jewish way of course. Yes, the Hitler I knew had Regrets, things he'd do over if he could, but don't we all? Don't we all...?



I am Laslo.


Despite the difference in ages they bond over Romantic Comedies and Ice Cream.

A winsome Hollywood Movie, perhaps.

A young fat girl, rejected by her peers, meets an older fat man, rejected by HIS peers.

Despite the difference in ages they bond over Romantic Comedies and Ice Cream. And Candy. And Cake. Maybe make that a montage...

Their peers look down on this platonic relationship, but it is hinted that they are just jealous of a relationship that isn't based, at least partly, on looks...

One night, after the ice cream is gone, the inevitable happens, and they fall in bed together for a minute-and-a-half of awkward sex....

Sadly, this breaks the spell, and they drift apart, each resuming their lonely lives...

We find out this has all been flashback: it is a few years later, and she is reading his obituary: he died because he was really fat.

The chunky young actress will be up for an Oscar, because she is Authentic. Then Hollywood will forget about her because they have already now made a fat chick movie, and are back to the young and good-looking people.

Politely shunned, she will write a memoir. Where we find out that George Clooney likes to fuck young fat girls on the down low: who knew?



I am Laslo.


Monday, February 20, 2017

Of course not. Lolita was NOT a cow...

Know who loses in all of this discussion?

The ugly and fat kids who are fourteen, fifteen...

They see the cool damaged kids who are thin and attractive-looking hooking up with older partners -- excuse me -- mentors...

But the ugly and fat kids: do THEY get mentors? Of course not. Lolita was NOT a cow...

These kids, they are at home with their Cheetos and Red Bull and sad grease-stained t-shirts, just hoping to one day grow up to feel used, just once....

They will have no clandestine sex in an older guy's one-bedroom apartment. There will be no tawdry rumors circulating about them. They will not wake up with semen in one of their orifices, feeling ashamed yet wanted...

The worry of sexually-transmitted diseases will remain an abstraction for them. Because shady older people don't want to just fuck kids who are fourteen, fifteen -- they want to fuck GOOD-LOOKING KIDS kids who are fourteen, fifteen...

So the ugly and fat kids watch the world pass them by: no stranger is going to try to entice them into THEIR van....

Where is THEIR mentoring? Where is THEIR Mature Hand to guide them through the rocky shoals of young sexuality? It is enough to be rejected by your peers, but to also be rejected from dysfunctional adults and perverts with basic social skills...?

Sadly, they never get a chance to become part of the problem. Think about that when you masturbate to your favorite old Britney Spears videos...



I am Laslo.


Because these chicks, they sure must be in Wal-Marts everywhere, just looking for Rich Men in the deodorants aisle...

Hack Comic Mic Nite...

"Trump, man... what a fucking mess we got into, right..? The dude is afraid of germs but not the Russians? Really? Germs and women, germs and women... For some people, they smoke a cigarette after sex; Trump, he reaches for the Hand Sanitizer...

We all know he has a problem with women, but he always seems to find himself some: behold the Power of Money, people... If Stephen Hawking was rich enough HE'D be dating a Super Model -- and you know there'd be some real fucked-up sex there, am I right...? It'd be like some fucked-up version of naked Twister, ending up with him tapping into his keyboard "Baby, I'm gonna shoot my load..."

But the women Trump finds: is there such a thing as Trailer Park Models? Because these chicks, they sure must be in Wal-Marts everywhere, just looking for Rich Men in the deodorants aisle...

I DO have a question for Melania: weren't there any other billionaires with bigger hands that you could've married? I mean, it's probably better than those ninety-year-old guys with the liver spots on their face and the sagging balls and shriveled penis, but there were no other takers? The Slovenian Mail-Order Bride Market must be a bitch...

These are just jokes, people: I mean no offense to our lovely First Lady: I LIKE having a First Lady I can finally jerk off to...

You've been a great audience, thank you for laughing...



I am Laslo.


I especially like the women who are so comfortable in their Empowerment that they acknowledge their need for a Fabulous Gay Man to dress them...

Humlaut LeBlanc Fashion Icon of Fabulous...

I believe in the Empowerment of Women: it is SO sexy! I design my clothing for women who are Empowered, and very, very skinny...

When I see a woman with the buttocks of a young boy I can't help but be inspired! It is such the shame that Anorexia has got such a bad name, really: can not a woman take charge of what she doesn't eat? I do not understand the America, sometimes...

I especially like the women who are so comfortable in their Empowerment that they acknowledge their need for a Fabulous Gay Man to dress them...

I like to think my Designs teach skinny women to accept themselves as they are, if they have the money to buy my clothing to do so...

And I do not have a problem with Men wearing my women's clothing -- I think it makes a Great Statement, as long as they are skinny, too! I like a man's ass that is like a woman's ass that is like a young boy's ass: that is part of the Symmetry I infuse in my work...

My newest line is inspired by the impoverished Appalachians: they can be sooo thin from the meth and the lack of food. Starving people are Inspirational -- I found that out with my Line inspired by my trip to Auschwitz...

I am Humlaut LeBlanc, and I Believe in Fabulous…



I am Laslo.