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In support of the USPS, got out my Retro 51 Postmaster fountain pens. One is a cherry blossom postage stamp Postmaster fountain pen from Fahrney's I found on Ebay. Other is the basic Retro 51 Postmaster fountain pen with random postage stamps on the body. Pile of collage postcards, and " Register and Vote" postage stamp.
STEFANIA VISCONTI attrice, modella, actress, model, performer, trasformista, disponibile per collaborazioni artistiche di vario genere, teatro, cinema, tv, cortometraggi, shooting fotografici, esibizioni dal vivo. Disponibilità di spostamento in tutta Italia e all'Estero.
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STEFANIA VISCONTI is an Italian transgendered actress, model, chameleon-like performer, and activist. She is available for a variety of arts and entertainment projects, including theatrical performances, long and short films, TV programs, photo shootings, live performances. She is willing to travel anywhere in Italy and abroad. For further information, write to viscontistefy@libero.it. You will find other links to some of her personal pages below
Spotted this little guy/gal and tried my best to get a good picture. Not the best photo, but I'm happy with it. I believe I was at 2x magnification, but I didn't write anything down to be sure.
This photo is part of the Australian National Maritime Museum's Peter O'Sullivan collection.
He became the first Australian to successfully design and manufacturer swimwear for export to the United States by creating two innovations. He is purported to have designed the square belt buckle, a feature popularly known as the ‘Superman Buckle’ and throughout the 1930s submitted patents for innovative designs both within Australian as well as England and America. These applications include designs for the small skirt across the front of both men's and women's swimsuits known as the 'modesty panel' and an inbuilt support system for men’s bathers.
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I was sitting at the dining room table, preparing one of my DSLRs for a small excursion. It would be hard not to use it! LOL
I grew up with my aunt singing that Irish song, not really my era, but they don't write them like that anymore, romantic and soothing.
If you look carefully you can see an owl flying above the trees.
Just a song a twilight, when the lights are low,
And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
comes Love's old sweet song.
This will be a tiny true story in a few minutes. I have to write it. It is going to have a sadder note than most of my stories, kind of a 2 or 3 hankie story, you might say. So, if you don't like any pathos in your stories, then stop right here. The picture right before this will have the same story, but I will only submit one of these photo/stories to the various groups that like them.
The little girl on the guardrail represents me as a child. There are a few problems with her. One is I didn't have brown hair at the age of 5 or 6. I was blonde until age 9 or 10. Two is that my eyes are blue, and hers are not.. Three is that I didn't wear my hair in pigtails. Four is that I was tall, but not that tall. You might be asking yourself, "Self, then why on Earth do you think that represents you?" Well, she looks very sweet, as I did. She has rosy pink cheeks and a cute little smile, as I also did.. She likes bridges as I did from a very young age. She looks very innocent. The main thing that helps her represent me as a little girl is her white blouse and red plaid skirt, which will be the main thing in my story, if you can endure the next 3 or 4 paragraphs first.
I knew my mother didn't touch me very often, but I didn't realize how bereft she was of warmth, giving and receiving hugs and so on until all these years later. Various bouts of poison oak I had were savage. I knew she had tried to prick each horrible blister of poison oak, not getting them all, but trying. She would then apply Calamine Lotion with little cotton Coty brand pads. She still didn't touch me, but she ministered to me. That was when I was 5 or 6. Later when I was 8, 9 and 10 and got other cases of infected Poison Oak, could barely see out of one eye, and my other eye was closed, she did not administer anything at all. She and my Dad left for work 25 miles away. They got home that evening and my mouth was swollen closed all but the tiniest amount. My parents heated Campbell's Vegetable Beef Soup for me, and put it in a Waring Blender so I could manage to drink it through a straw. I shall not forget that. It was warm and comforting and tasted pretty good.
I had thought for most of my life that at least my mother must have held me and caressed me, bathed me, etc., when I was a baby and toddler. No, she held my hand a few times when we walked somewhere, but the family maid, Mildred, took care of me when I was a baby to age 3. After about age 3 and a half, I was left alone with 2 older brothers that my mother was fond of saying had hated me from the day I was born. The pictures of me with my mother show her positioning herself with my brothers, rather than me, or touching me but not close. When I had my own children she sort of held them out from her body, as if she wasn't quite sure what to do with them, or as if she felt they might infect her with something. .
Several times when she wanted me to look nice because company was coming, she curled my hair with a curling iron. She, herself, did not actually touch me. The curling iron surely did. It was so hot, and it burned my scalp. I don't believe she was trying to burn me, but she surely did. I would say "Ow" many times. Each time, she'd say "Sorry" but then she would do it again. I did look nice afterward, and have a picture of myself on our patio with my nice dress, Mary Janes (shoes) and my hard-won curls. There were no hugs.
Bath time involved her running the water and me getting in, and then her tossing about a cup of Tide detergent, the large chunky powdered kind, in the water. It didn't dissolve easily either. Very rough on children's skin! Then she left the room. There were other times when she was pretty cold, but they are not the reason for my story. I'm only telling about some of them; so that the one time she was very tender and warm will stand out for me and my readers as a banner moment in my childhood. I'm close to 70 now, and don't kid yourself, your childhood memories, impressions, etc. stay with you. At least mine did and do.
You probably thought I'd never tie this altogether, but I'm going to. There is one time, a time I cherish, that my mother, though not consciously trying to, was warm. What she was doing was so I would "look nice" for appearances at kindergarten or first grade, not because she had decided I needed some affection. I had on my little red plaid skirt with straps and a white blouse. My white blouse was rather carelessly tucked in, which made it look wrinkled. My mother reached up under my skirt and pulled my white blouse downward until it looked very smooth around my waist. To accomplish this maneuver, she sort of "walked" her hands around my tummy, tugging gently on my blouse until it looked neat as could be. Her hands were warm and gentle, so much so that I wished I could pull some of my blouse back out again; so she would gently tug, tuck and pat again. That's it! That's the whole story of why I like this big dolly with all her innocence, and her blouse that occasionally needs to be tucked in.
THE END
P. S. Most people that see her on the bridge, smile and wave. One lady even rolled her window down and wanted to know if I made her.
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little mission 2 scarborough with pale. All i heard all day mr write my name! Mr can i have a spray can! Lol. Shouts 2 kista and nerv!
I was putting words in the mouth of the girl on the right. Lets hear what you think she is saying (or thinking).
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Assistant : Mrs. Robert, Here is your water and towel.
Barbie : Thank you, it was a great show. But why can’t we do the last song ?
Assistant : Problem with the lightning.
Barbie : That’s really bad, I will write a message for the fans on my facebook page.
Assistant : And the owner of the DartClub is here to meet you.
Barbie : Really.. Tonight ? I just want to go back to my hotel and sleep.
Assistant : He really insist.
Barbie : Ok… Let just do it short and sweet.
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Assistant : Mr. Gordon, Mrs. Robert is ready to meet you.
Barbie : Gordon ?
Blaine : Hey B.
Barbie : Blaine ! What are you doing here ! You look great ! But were’nt you in USA with your new chick lately ?
Blaine : Well got some business to do here.
Barbie : Wow that’s great to see you. So you own the Dart club ? Things have change.
Blaine : Well I own 5 club here in sydney.
Barbie : Wow, and you still got time to climb mountain ?
Blaine : I’ve got a great team.
Barbie : I see it. I’m so wet right now..
Blaine : What !?
Barbie : I’m sweaty.. I just do an 2 hours show. I take a shower and we can chat. I’ll be back in a few minutes.
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Barbie : …...I can’t believe you were in New-York for months and we did’nt met, and we just ran into each other in australia. Crazy.
Blaine : Small world. And you are still in the spotlight as I see.
Barbie : Stage feel like home, so yeah.
Blaine : So what’s up with you, Tell me anything that I did’nt read on your facebook page please haha
Barbie : Well there is not much more to say, I’m a workholic. I’m working on my second album and I’m sharing the first one with my fan. Can’t be more happy.
Blaine : I said something that I don’t know.. How are you ?
Barbie : Good.. Really good.
Blaine : C’mon.
Barbie : Ok… I’m better.. it’s funny.. You are the first one to insist… usualy people take the happy answer for granted.
Blaine : They don’t know you like I do.
Barbie : It was hard but I’m getting better. Music help me.
Blaine : So what happen with the jerk?
Barbie : C’mon.. Nick is not a jerk.
Blaine : Say it
Barbie : No it’s...
Blaine : Barbie..you know I won’t give up until I have what I want.
Barbie : Ok .. Nick is a jerk. Happy ?
Blaine : So much that it hurt.
Barbie : So what about… What’s her name yet ?
Blaine : Ashley.
Barbie : She’s a vlogger right ?
Blaine : So you watch her video ?
Barbie : Yeah a few.. It’s not as good as yours..
Blaine : OMG.. You are jealous !
Barbie : No I’m not, I don’t know what you are talking about !
Blaine : C’mon B. We only spend a few weeks togeter but I know you better than anyone else.
Barbie : Yeah and you know me so well that I left my ex-boyfriend and now he’s married and I’m still singles.
Blaine : You should’nt have broke up with him because of me.
Barbie : What should I have done ? Continue to be with Ken until the end of my life without loving him ? It was too hard and he deserve a lot more than that. He is happy and I am happy for him.
Blaine : You are such a bad lyer… I know you are still angry and sad about it.
Barbie : What can I do… stop smiling ? Impossible for at least 7 good reasons…
Blaine : I know you will win oever him at the end. You are awesome.. I really need to go but It was good to see you B. (He get up, Hug her and go to the exit door)
Barbie : Blaine…
Blaine : Yeah ?
Barbie : When I will be back home..can we be just friends ?
Blaine : Barbie, we will never be just friends.
STEFANIA VISCONTI attrice, modella, actress, model, performer, trasformista, disponibile per collaborazioni artistiche di vario genere, teatro, cinema, tv, cortometraggi, shooting fotografici, esibizioni dal vivo. Disponibilità di spostamento in tutta Italia e all'Estero.
Per qualsiasi informazione ulteriore e collaborazione potete scrivere a viscontistefy@libero.it
STEFANIA VISCONTI is an Italian transgendered actress, model, chameleon-like performer, and activist. She is available for a variety of arts and entertainment projects, including theatrical performances, long and short films, TV programs, photo shootings, live performances. She is willing to travel anywhere in Italy and abroad. For further information, write to viscontistefy@libero.it. You will find other links to some of her personal pages below
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