When the Wiggles first started touring the US, there was one question they were asked again and again.
“People were coming up and saying, ‘Oh, so you’re friends of Dorothy?’” veteran Wiggle Anthony Field says. “I didn’t even know the other meaning – I went, ‘Yeah, we are!’”
Field (the OG blue Wiggle) thought Americans were referring to Dorothy, the affable green and yellow dinosaur and longtime fixture of the Wiggles’ songs and live shows. They were, of course, really making a sly reference to the queer code slang term for a gay man. But when Field eventually figured this out, it gave him an idea for a song.
On Friday, when Australia’s best-known children’s entertainers release their 63rd album (yes, really), audiences will finally get to hear Friends of Dorothy. It’s a collaboration with Orville Peck, the modern country songwriter known for his face masks, cowboy hats – and being an out-and-proud gay man.
The Wiggles nervously took the idea for Friends of Dorothy to Peck on Zoom. To their delight, Peck, who has a young nephew who loves the band, jumped at the chance.
“Orville was so happy to do it,” Field says. “And he’s a friend of Dorothy’s as well!” (x)
Dolly Parton is also on the album doing a collaboration as well :)
say it with me: deserts aren't inherently bad. deserts are very important and are home to many ecosystems. you want an unhealthy, over-exploited desert to become a healthy, thriving desert. you don't want an unhealthy, over-exploited desert to become a forest. deserts and forests are distinct, separate biomes that are both indispensable. you want to see them both at their best. and a desert at its best doesn't look like a forest at its best. they're each beautiful in their own way.
At least two major artists (Lady Gaga and Chappell Roan) making a point to vocally support trans people the Grammys is a big deal in this political climate.
Also I think it's worth highlighting that they are both cis women, because bigots want us to believe cis women and trans women/trans people are at odds with each other.
Lady Gaga has ALWAYS been like this and ALWAYS been in our corner.
She used to be slandered as a trans woman tricking the public back when she debuted, and her response was literally "and so what if I was? Would it be so terrible?", rather than the expected "no I'm not but I support them!" or honestly the more normal for the time "I'm not a freak, Ew.".
This was at her debut, btw, so when her star power was at its weakest. And she still stood by us completely unflinchingly.
Lady Gaga has ALWAYS been like this. I fuckin love her.
First post in a long time and it’s erotica, so if you don’t wanna read that, now’s your time to stop.
Master Series Pussy Panties
One year. It had been one year since Maddox had seen, nevermind touched, her own pussy outside of (supervised) bathtime. Well, three-hundred sixty four days twenty three hours and fourty-seven minutes, but who was counting? One year since she had been locked into the steel chastity belt which she was presently tugging uselessly at the waist-band of. Impatiently waiting for her husband to get home from work and finally set her free. She was dripping just imagining it.
Ironically, the belt had been her idea. In fact, it was something she had begged for, showing her husband just the perfect belt that she had found from a small maker online. It was twelve agonizingly long months ago, on their third wedding anniversary when her husband texted that he ‘would be late coming home because he had a surprise to pick up from the post office, and that she should be waiting by the door for him showered, shaved, and naked, and blindfolded.’ The memory sent another shiver of desire through her body.
“Soon” she spoke aloud to her aching genitals, “we’re almost out of this.”
It’s not as though she had gone entirely without sex this past year. She had truly grown to love anal, and her blowjob game had never been better. And her husband had been diligent in edging her twice a week. Hell, once during the month they both let one of the edging sessions get away from them and while he had tried to ruin it by taking the wand away from her swollen pussy, he was just half a second too slow to keep her from going over the edge. Of course that led to a solid month of “no-touch” so in the end it wasn’t worth the release.
Again Maddox found herself kneeling,nude and blindfolded, in front of the door to their apartment. It felt much the same as it had a year ago. She could feel the lush carpet under her knees, her ass resting on her heels. She could smell her own desire radiating from her poor locked pussy, dripping through the small holes in her belted cage. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest and the light jingle of keys in the doorknob.
Keys in the doorknob!
Her heart began to beat faster, drowning out all thought except the anticipation of her freedom and the wild sex that was sure to follow after. She was gonna ride that man through the floor. The door slowly opened and one of her husband’s strong hands lifted her chin affectionately. The sound of zipper and the shifting of fabric, quiet but audible even over the thundering of her heartbeat. She felt the heat of his groin against her face. The scent of his package filled her nose, slightly sweaty from a long day at the office, heady and thoroughly intoxicating.
Maddox did not wait for her husband’s signal before taking his semi-hard cock in her mouth. She would take a spanking for her impatience later to be sure, but she was in no headspace to care at the moment. She felt his cock hardening in her mouth and, taking this as tacit approval, redoubled her efforts, swallowing his now crystal hard member. Again she felt his hand against her chin, this time guiding her to her feet and pulling her in for a deep kiss.
“Happy anniversary Pet,” he removed her blindfold, “I have another present for you.” And smiled a knowing smile at her.
This was unexpected, she had been sure that his cock was to be her present this year, and indeed she would have been happy with such a simple gift. It was then that she noticed the gift wrapped package behind his back. He presented it to her and she unwrapped it.
Her heart sank, and then fluttered. She was awash with emotions, and not quite sure where to put them at the moment. Inside the wrapping was a black rectangular box; on that box an image of a silicone midriff and groin along with the words “Master Series Pussy Panties with ‘textured inner tunnel’ ” They matched her skin-tone almost exactly, and they were in her size…
“What is-” Maddox stammered and stumbled over her words, realization of what this could mean was setting “is this… Why?” She was confused. Was this a punishment of some kind? If so, why did her husband look so pleased with himself, and why was he looking at her with such… hunger?
“It’s not a punishment, don’t worry.” He must have read her expression. He was intuitive like that. “We’ve just been having so much fun and feeling so connected lately that I don’t want to give that up.
That part was true. After she had adjusted to her new routine she’d had a hard time keeping her hands off of him, particularly in the day or so leading up to and immediately following an edging session. And bath night was always so sweet and intimate. Her lust had gotten to the point where, in these final few months, rules had to be put in place around her touching him without permission as well. (There had been an incident in the kitchen involving an entire ruined meal because she had been too distracting, and several ‘dropped’ work calls) Truth be told there was a part of her that was reluctant to put this blissful period of their relationship as well. She opened the box and removed the smooth silicone panties. They really did look just like the real thing. They even had a hole in the back that lined up perfectly with the anal ring of her belt.
“Come on, let’s see how they fit,” her husband said and led her by the hand into their bedroom. He laid her back on the bed, and retrieved a bottle of water-based lubricant from the night stand. He thoroughly lubricated the inside of panties and then set about doing the same to her thighs and hips. Then, in one swift motion he slid her new panties up her legs and into place. “It needs a little something,” he remarked, standing over her and admiring the view, stripping nude himself.
The “little something” turned out to be a matching garter belt and stocking set, which served nicely to hide the seams between the panties and Maddox’s own skin. At this moment she looked down and what she saw took her breath away. For the first time in a year, she was nude. Or at least “looked nude.” The meticulously painted vulva on the panties dribbled with applied lubrication, just as her own ached and dripped behind them. The effect was uncanny, in fact she hadn’t been able to feel her pulse beating against the body-warm belt under her new panties, she may have been fooled herself. She didn’t have long to sit admiring herself, before one of her husband’s strong hands pressed her back down into the sheets.
She craned her neck to see him working his lubed fingers into the “love tunnel,” at least she assumed that’s what he must be doing, she couldn’t really feel it. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his strong back and used the leverage to tilt her hips up into him. She could feel his cock pressing against her poor caged mons. She started moving with him, imagining his cock throbbing inside her. She dug her nails along his spine and again looked down.
For the first time in a year she could see him thrusting in and out of her; and as a bonus of the thin material of the panties he could see the faint outline of his cockhead and revealing just how much of her he was filling, or would have been filling her, if he were actually inside of her leaking, quivering cunt.
She allowed herself to get lost in the fantasy, and swept up in the sensations surrounding her. She could hear the rasp in her husband’s breathing that hinted at his approaching orgasm; it was now or never, so she seized her moment.
She pulled his head down to her and growled into his ear, “Don’t you come yet. I want to ride you now,” before giving his earlobe a playful suckle and rolling him onto the mattress. She took a quick moment to reposition her legs on either side of him and began to grind herself into him. Using her entire body weight to press her trapped, swollen clit into his pubic mound, cage and panties be-damned. It had been nearly a year, and she was going to cum on this man’s dick tonight.
Sure enough, through the combination of her own all enveloping arousal and the sudden feeling of her husband bucking and twisting under her with his own release, she felt her body sail over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure hit her in waves crashing breathlessly through her, bringing tears to her eyes as she felt not only an orgasm eleven and a half months in the making, but a tremendous catharsis as this year’s fun little experiment drew to its final resoundingly successful conclusion.
~~~~~
Kelvin and his wife awoke from their oxytocin slumber with the dawn. They had passed out with her on top of him shortly after the night’s festivities. His cock had deflated somewhat and fallen out of the sleeve pulling a positive stream of cum and lubricant with it. He woke her gently, and took her to the bathroom. As he drew the bath, he removed her second skin, and taking the key from where it hung around his neck, he unlocked her. She giggled and shivered at the cool air against her satisfied, though still somewhat swollen and wanting clit. He bathed her with gentle loving care and when she was satisfactorily clean, he toweled her off. Once she was dry, as he had promised twelve months prior, he took the key and small silver padlock that had bound her for so long and pressed them into her hands, clasping her fingers around them.
“I’m so proud of you Pet,” he said and kissed her slowly and deeply. It took him by surprise when she responded by placing her hand on his chest pushing him away.
“Come to the kitchen,” she laughed, barely containing her excitement, “I bought you an anniversary present too! A few of them actually.”
She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. Sitting on the table were four lovingly wrapped presents. The first contained a beautiful silicone strap-on harness. The second and third contained a complimentary pair of dildos, one was labeled “her’s” and the other, somewhat more forebodingly: “his.” But it was the fourth, and smallest parcel that held his attention. His heart beat through his chest as he opened the wrapping to reveal a semi-small cage made of metal and plastic. His breath caught in his throat and he stood transfixed until a sweet voice drew him back to reality. He turned to see his beloved Maddox sitting on the counter, legs spread-eagle, a single ice-cube held lightly between her thumb and forefinger.
“Let’s get you fitted into your cage,” she smiled mischievously at him, “and then I’ve thought of just the perfect breakfast for you.”
It’s going to be another amazing year they realized together, as perfectly in sync as they had ever been.
First post in a long time and it’s erotica, so if you don’t wanna read that, now’s your time to stop.
Master Series Pussy Panties
One year. It had been one year since Maddox had seen, nevermind touched, her own pussy outside of (supervised) bathtime. Well, three-hundred sixty four days twenty three hours and fourty-seven minutes, but who was counting? One year since she had been locked into the steel chastity belt which she was presently tugging uselessly at the waist-band of. Impatiently waiting for her husband to get home from work and finally set her free. She was dripping just imagining it.
Ironically, the belt had been her idea. In fact, it was something she had begged for, showing her husband just the perfect belt that she had found from a small maker online. It was twelve agonizingly long months ago, on their third wedding anniversary when her husband texted that he ‘would be late coming home because he had a surprise to pick up from the post office, and that she should be waiting by the door for him showered, shaved, and naked, and blindfolded.’ The memory sent another shiver of desire through her body.
“Soon” she spoke aloud to her aching genitals, “we’re almost out of this.”
It’s not as though she had gone entirely without sex this past year. She had truly grown to love anal, and her blowjob game had never been better. And her husband had been diligent in edging her twice a week. Hell, once during the month they both let one of the edging sessions get away from them and while he had tried to ruin it by taking the wand away from her swollen pussy, he was just half a second too slow to keep her from going over the edge. Of course that led to a solid month of “no-touch” so in the end it wasn’t worth the release.
Again Maddox found herself kneeling,nude and blindfolded, in front of the door to their apartment. It felt much the same as it had a year ago. She could feel the lush carpet under her knees, her ass resting on her heels. She could smell her own desire radiating from her poor locked pussy, dripping through the small holes in her belted cage. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest and the light jingle of keys in the doorknob.
Keys in the doorknob!
Her heart began to beat faster, drowning out all thought except the anticipation of her freedom and the wild sex that was sure to follow after. She was gonna ride that man through the floor. The door slowly opened and one of her husband’s strong hands lifted her chin affectionately. The sound of zipper and the shifting of fabric, quiet but audible even over the thundering of her heartbeat. She felt the heat of his groin against her face. The scent of his package filled her nose, slightly sweaty from a long day at the office, heady and thoroughly intoxicating.
Maddox did not wait for her husband’s signal before taking his semi-hard cock in her mouth. She would take a spanking for her impatience later to be sure, but she was in no headspace to care at the moment. She felt his cock hardening in her mouth and, taking this as tacit approval, redoubled her efforts, swallowing his now crystal hard member. Again she felt his hand against her chin, this time guiding her to her feet and pulling her in for a deep kiss.
“Happy anniversary Pet,” he removed her blindfold, “I have another present for you.” And smiled a knowing smile at her.
This was unexpected, she had been sure that his cock was to be her present this year, and indeed she would have been happy with such a simple gift. It was then that she noticed the gift wrapped package behind his back. He presented it to her and she unwrapped it.
Her heart sank, and then fluttered. She was awash with emotions, and not quite sure where to put them at the moment. Inside the wrapping was a black rectangular box; on that box an image of a silicone midriff and groin along with the words “Master Series Pussy Panties with ‘textured inner tunnel’ ” They matched her skin-tone almost exactly, and they were in her size…
“What is-” Maddox stammered and stumbled over her words, realization of what this could mean was setting “is this… Why?” She was confused. Was this a punishment of some kind? If so, why did her husband look so pleased with himself, and why was he looking at her with such… hunger?
“It’s not a punishment, don’t worry.” He must have read her expression. He was intuitive like that. “We’ve just been having so much fun and feeling so connected lately that I don’t want to give that up.
That part was true. After she had adjusted to her new routine she’d had a hard time keeping her hands off of him, particularly in the day or so leading up to and immediately following an edging session. And bath night was always so sweet and intimate. Her lust had gotten to the point where, in these final few months, rules had to be put in place around her touching him without permission as well. (There had been an incident in the kitchen involving an entire ruined meal because she had been too distracting, and several ‘dropped’ work calls) Truth be told there was a part of her that was reluctant to put this blissful period of their relationship as well. She opened the box and removed the smooth silicone panties. They really did look just like the real thing. They even had a hole in the back that lined up perfectly with the anal ring of her belt.
“Come on, let’s see how they fit,” her husband said and led her by the hand into their bedroom. He laid her back on the bed, and retrieved a bottle of water-based lubricant from the night stand. He thoroughly lubricated the inside of panties and then set about doing the same to her thighs and hips. Then, in one swift motion he slid her new panties up her legs and into place. “It needs a little something,” he remarked, standing over her and admiring the view, stripping nude himself.
The “little something” turned out to be a matching garter belt and stocking set, which served nicely to hide the seams between the panties and Maddox’s own skin. At this moment she looked down and what she saw took her breath away. For the first time in a year, she was nude. Or at least “looked nude.” The meticulously painted vulva on the panties dribbled with applied lubrication, just as her own ached and dripped behind them. The effect was uncanny, in fact she hadn’t been able to feel her pulse beating against the body-warm belt under her new panties, she may have been fooled herself. She didn’t have long to sit admiring herself, before one of her husband’s strong hands pressed her back down into the sheets.
She craned her neck to see him working his lubed fingers into the “love tunnel,” at least she assumed that’s what he must be doing, she couldn’t really feel it. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his strong back and used the leverage to tilt her hips up into him. She could feel his cock pressing against her poor caged mons. She started moving with him, imagining his cock throbbing inside her. She dug her nails along his spine and again looked down.
For the first time in a year she could see him thrusting in and out of her; and as a bonus of the thin material of the panties he could see the faint outline of his cockhead and revealing just how much of her he was filling, or would have been filling her, if he were actually inside of her leaking, quivering cunt.
She allowed herself to get lost in the fantasy, and swept up in the sensations surrounding her. She could hear the rasp in her husband’s breathing that hinted at his approaching orgasm; it was now or never, so she seized her moment.
She pulled his head down to her and growled into his ear, “Don’t you come yet. I want to ride you now,” before giving his earlobe a playful suckle and rolling him onto the mattress. She took a quick moment to reposition her legs on either side of him and began to grind herself into him. Using her entire body weight to press her trapped, swollen clit into his pubic mound, cage and panties be-damned. It had been nearly a year, and she was going to cum on this man’s dick tonight.
Sure enough, through the combination of her own all enveloping arousal and the sudden feeling of her husband bucking and twisting under her with his own release, she felt her body sail over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure hit her in waves crashing breathlessly through her, bringing tears to her eyes as she felt not only an orgasm eleven and a half months in the making, but a tremendous catharsis as this year’s fun little experiment drew to its final resoundingly successful conclusion.
~~~~~
Kelvin and his wife awoke from their oxytocin slumber with the dawn. They had passed out with her on top of him shortly after the night’s festivities. His cock had deflated somewhat and fallen out of the sleeve pulling a positive stream of cum and lubricant with it. He woke her gently, and took her to the bathroom. As he drew the bath, he removed her second skin, and taking the key from where it hung around his neck, he unlocked her. She giggled and shivered at the cool air against her satisfied, though still somewhat swollen and wanting clit. He bathed her with gentle loving care and when she was satisfactorily clean, he toweled her off. Once she was dry, as he had promised twelve months prior, he took the key and small silver padlock that had bound her for so long and pressed them into her hands, clasping her fingers around them.
“I’m so proud of you Pet,” he said and kissed her slowly and deeply. It took him by surprise when she responded by placing her hand on his chest pushing him away.
“Come to the kitchen,” she laughed, barely containing her excitement, “I bought you an anniversary present too! A few of them actually.”
She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. Sitting on the table were four lovingly wrapped presents. The first contained a beautiful silicone strap-on harness. The second and third contained a complimentary pair of dildos, one was labeled “her’s” and the other, somewhat more forebodingly: “his.” But it was the fourth, and smallest parcel that held his attention. His heart beat through his chest as he opened the wrapping to reveal a semi-small cage made of metal and plastic. His breath caught in his throat and he stood transfixed until a sweet voice drew him back to reality. He turned to see his beloved Maddox sitting on the counter, legs spread-eagle, a single ice-cube held lightly between her thumb and forefinger.
“Let’s get you fitted into your cage,” she smiled mischievously at him, “and then I’ve thought of just the perfect breakfast for you.”
It’s going to be another amazing year they realized together, as perfectly in sync as they had ever been.
i feel like i really can’t explain to gentiles the extent to which south park specifically introduced my peers to antisemitism as children, which they then directed at me, a fellow child
like, in a very specific and particular way, south park did a lot of damage to me as a jewish child
i love this post bc the notes are almost entirely either “jewish people sharing how south park led to them experiencing antisemitism” and “goyim getting really upset about that”
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