OK, since the new-shocking-photos thing is obviously on hold, let me throw a few random thoughts at you.
Lately, I often find myself surrounded by weird things. Mostly in human form.
Calling my friends decadent, bizarre, shocking and revolutionary would be diminishing their unbelievable personalities. They're far from just different- they're timeless.

Just think male drama queen whose gayness and performance skills (with specialty in trash musicals and celebrity imitation) would outshine even Brüno. Or, a bald scarified girl with 20+ facial piercings and tattoos covering most of her body who talks fashion with a posh haute couture fan like moi. And it's just the tip of the iceberg. I'm simply enchanted with their style, wit and the resulting I-don't-give-a-f*ck attitude.
It's so inspiring and refreshing to spend time with that type of people, far from society's attempts to normalize us. I'd compare it to watching the latest Lacroix collection or enjoying Tallulah Bankhead's quotes – it just feels authentic and unique. Being surrounded with so much weirdness makes you test your own normality. Now really, ask yourself what do you find normal and what's that drop that spills your cup? Before presuming a liberal standpoint that is a must have in an allegedly modern 21st century, remember California and Prop 8.

In case you get easily shocked by the „abnormal“, you should get shocked more often! Of course, normality is wonderfully individual so I would never go as far as to call myself normal- after all, you're reading the words of a serious paraphiliac. I don't even own a single pair of jeans, nor do I recall my life before discovering red lipstick (girls, skip on that new shirt and invest in Chanel or Guerlain- you'll thank me later). Having said that, I ask you again- who needs normal ???

And Natalie darling, you're not being left out.
I just figured playmates and soulmates deserve separate journal entries.