Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

I have no personal stories to contribute unfortunately. :( But lately I’ve been getting my scary story fix by listening to scary podcasts. My current favorites are Lore and Lets Not Meet. Anyone else have a horror podcast they would recommend?

Do you remember the story about how the kid was writing a paper with headphones on and there was writing all over the house that said “LOOK AT ME”? It still haunts me and that was I think like 3 years ago.

YES. THIS IS MY FAVORITE POST OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A racist, sexist, ignoramus with early-onset dementia gets elected President of the United States.

This was another of my faves—when he was designing for Guy Laroche.

In what universe is Lionel Richie worth the least of those four people?

In addition to the reasons mentioned in other threads, there’s “Riverdale,” which has revived interest in all things Archie-related. The Pussycats are all WOC in this iteration

Comin’ from behind with the lights turned low! Only you and me, no one has to know!

this actually still gets regular play in my car. The whole soundtrack, really (such a great phantom band behind the scenes), but mostly DuJour.

All I want to talk about is the reissue of DuJour’s best hit, “Back Door Lover”

First centerfold.

Of all the post about Hugh’s death, Jez’s was the one I wanted to see most as to see how he was remembered. He has a complex legacy: publisher of some of the best authors of the 20's century, great art, amazing photographers (Annie Leibovitz, Herb Ritts, Helmut Newton among others), insightful interviews, early…

Uhhm, Janet Jackson is currently touring the USA, playing in sold out sports arenas.

I thought a shirtless Ty was boner-rific, and then Carter showed up. Holy moly!

He really was.

Can’t wait to watch Hildi ruin more houses by gluing hay to a wall.

Um, Selena Gomez is 25.

Tbf, fairies are a lot more terrifying if you go with the fae version, aka. the spiteful creatures who will kidnap your baby on a whim and kill you for not complimenting their socks correctly.

What Mr. Carey doesn’t understand is that his sweater isn’t blue, it isn’t turquoise- it’s CERULEAN.