Showing posts with label Calista Gingrich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Calista Gingrich. Show all posts

Thursday, April 7, 2011

WUTS UR FANTASY

This woman has absolutely had physical actual-sex with Newt Gingrich, so I guess you could say she deserves this brilliant Photoshop upgrade? (By this person, and via this one)

I am kind of fascinated by conservo-wives, more for aesthetic reasons than anything else. Intellectually, I have a hardish time understanding women who get turned on by men willing to spend their working lives trying to prevent women from doing various things with their bodies -- we all have our things. I can't really get in a sex-mode without thinking of Joe McEwing getting thrown out trying to stretch a single into a double. Different strokes, different folks, and so on. But also...

But also look at Calista Gingrich's face. Look at her hair and that weird scimitar part, and the inevitable headache-blond dye job. Her mouth, her creepy-smooth skin. Now try to imagine her in casual clothing. Try to imagine her at age 25, or after two beers at a bar. Imagine her on mass transit, or listening to rock and roll. Can you do any of this? Because I cannot do any of this. Who are these people, these people who are married to/are Calista Gingrich? What Calista Gingrich could think or want -- beyond "I think I want to fuck Newt Gingrich," of course -- is utterly impenetrable to me. I imagine it has something to do with immigrants and poor people and the choice-v-child question. But I would honestly prefer not to imagine it. Still, sweet ink.