Dress Code Continued

Sistahs, please let us remember our grooming - no pointy outfit is complete without the appropriate headgear. If we are to advance in our cause, every bit of us must be elegantly pointed and pointy - head to toes, sisters, toes to head.

dress code

A lorry powered by chocolate makes its way to Timbuktu!

on waiting in line ...

so inspired by minxy's pome and cailleach's 'pointed' stanzas ...
rdg thought she might thumb through her own
manifesto ..... and Look!!

advice to all those knights, waiting in line:


no ill will

men are fascinating creatures -
Really

tangling
in my razor wire
never reading signs posted
warning

Don't walk thru
Don't step over
Don't try to crawl under

moaning, complaining, blaming
disengaging

leaving
ripped clothing
buttons
old socks
clumps of hair
bits of flesh
blood
semen

i bear them no ill will -
Truly

in fact, i always ask them politely:

'Please caution the next fellow
(the one that's behind you)
patiently waiting in line.'

from the archives
of rdg
8/2006

Flirt

You can think what you like
you can say what you mean
Don’t twist me with your blatant lies,
or take the line between

You can spread me like butter
and fill my ears with charm
your words will never haunt me
my heart you’ll never harm

Hah!

Do you still think I’m a babe?
Let the gorgeousness shine through
Flattery might get you somewhere
if I was going there too

You can coax all you will
you can wheedle, you can whine
I’m old enough for wrinkles so
don’t try to take what’s mine

Now!

Do you still think I’m worth it?
You seem to relish the pain, of
rejection and denial,
whilst I remain the same

And I will,
for some time to come,
be wild, seductive, free.
I am not what you are looking at
your eyes do not see,
that beneath this painted face
hides a completely different me.


(dug this up from ages ago, hope it compliments Cailleach's offering)

Famous Nude by Picasso

Today, I point two firm melons
at you. You latch on, voraciously,
pike baited.
Later, I let you begin,
fine-tuning, looking for your
favourite signal coming through…

But then, wanton takes over –
turns us about, directs things awhile.
Furious porphyry almost wholly
out of grasp.

Then we go home
and have a nice cup of tea.

our secret weapons ...

Our latest commander in from the fields, Pointyheeler,
has requested aid in her ummmm, undergarment needs .....
a pointed bra you ask, dearest sistah ???

Well, please refer to your SoPH training manual,
chapter XIX, section 64:
Undergarments: A Sistah's Best Kept Secret
(weapon, that is, Ms. Pointy).

In the meantime, here are a number of models
the sistahs have developed over the years
as part of our finer line of defense against the Brotherhood.
I'm certain ONE of these will meet your more than
exacting standards of dress code......

Advisory: Please children, these are NOT toys
but true WEAPONS
of a military nature and should be treated with the respect
and care all firearms deserve.

I believe this might be the one you were searching for, Sistah PH ???
Our "Pink Coney Island" bra.

Our ace "Polaroid Cone Cup" bra: delivers a blinding flash of light
at a moments notice.

Our "Hands Off, Besmirched Brothers" model.

Our "Infrared Night Light" bra, also useful as a game
during those tiresome stake-outs.

Our "Fit Right In at The Brotherhood Club" bra,
best used for camouflaging.

An example of a "MacGyver Bra" - when in dire need
and no standard issue bra is available, Sistah -
use whatever is at hand to defend those bosoms, dear !!

The Sisterhood strikes again !!

Our latest technology in "Weapons of Mass Destruction"