But out in the dry industrial ring that surrounds the city, we had a ball.
A fur ball. Call it a seasonal kickoff. Pan was there, and a sword dancer, and a bunny.
A dancer whose body was a musical instrument, perfectly in tune with the music booming overhead.
I did not have the equipment to give you more than these grainy impressions.
A hint of the mad magic, complete with food, drink, endless dancing, and sparks landing amongst the full propane tanks. As they say: Safety third!
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Where are you in these, doll? Goodness, I don't know if I'll ever be hard body enough to BM. It's lingerie or less in the desert.
No, every body type is represented and celebrated, so far as I'm concerned. It's simply not the point -- though a preponderance of youth and/or lots of dancing has its statistical effect, I suppose.
UPDATE: Added a link explaining "fur ball".
Dono if pics of me will appear as cameras are emptied out or not.
I will give you a dollar ;)
TWO dollars??
To kill the animals without damaging their fur, trappers usually strangle, beat, or stomp them to death. Animals on fur farms may be gassed, electrocuted, poisoned with strychnine, or have their necks snapped. These methods are not 100 percent effective and some animals "wake up" while being skinned.
Ranch-raised foxes are kept in cages only 2.5 feet square (minks in cages 1-foot-by-3-feet), with up to four animals per cage.
Animals can languish in traps for days. Up to 1 out of every 4 trapped animals escapes by chewing off his or her own feet, only to die later from blood loss, fever, gangrene, or predation.
In other words, fur is hideously cruel.
So does this mean you don't eat soy burgers? I accept that the mindset of eating faux meat is not above criticism.
My new vest is made of this. It's warm.
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