Clearly A Conspiracy Theorist

Since 2018. By the way, I didn’t pick this name. :P

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Think Pink!

[tikkisaram]

Kissing Comet

[Robert Wrigley - Kissing a Horse]

Original:

Of the two spoiled, barn-sour geldings we owned that year, it was Red— skittish and prone to explode even at fourteen years—who’d let me hold to my face his own: the massive labyrinthine caverns of the nostrils, the broad plain up the head to the eyes. He’d let me stroke his coarse chin whiskers and take his soft meaty underlip in my hands, press my man’s carnivorous kiss to his grass-nipping upper half of one, just so that I could smell the long way his breath had come from the rain and the sun, the lungs and the heart, from a world that meant no harm.

Lipolation:

Of the two tough, equine mounts we owned back then, it was Comet— skittish and bound to bang even at fifteen—who’d enjoy having me put to his face my own; the massive maze and cavepits of the nose, the wide bone up the head to the eyes. He’d enjoy my touch on his thick goatee, have me take his soft meaty mouth in my hands, give my feminine, zoophagous kiss to his meadow-nipping tongue, just so that I could take in his distant scent coming off, out of fog and mud and sun, out of back and thigh, out of nothing, peace and joy.

This poem really reminded me of Supergirl’s romance with the horse Comet, so I proceeded to lipolate it with that in mind. It is a pity to lose the homoerotic overtones of the original, but I think that the context warrants it. What do the Tikki Troops think of Supergirl’s equine relationship — yay or neigh? ;^)

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I loved this! 😻 Supergirl rocks!

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Merry Christmas!

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Happy belated Halloween from some of my LEGO figures in dress up.