Screw the guys (I'm sure you will), it's the women of flamenco that command the stage. The castanets, the hand gestures, the arched backs, and the SINGING. Holy crap, I had tears in my eyes listening to them. But then I'm a big pussy, so there you go.


Using my random surfer's mental image of maccers built up over, oo, at least several blog posts: Watching flamenco? Check. Lusting after male flamencistas? Check. Grabbing cock? Check. Stamping foot? Check. Stamping foot and shouting (not yelling, you're not American yet) "I want a pony"? Hmm. (Stamping foot and shouting "I want flamenco cock"? Closer...)


Yeah the singing is good.

hey, on the gypsy theme and all that, I'm thinking about getting a gold crown instead of porcelain- what do you think?


Stop lying. The English don't go to dentists.


Gravatar If you must do this, wear the men's outfit, it will be much hotter (but do wear the spit curl).


Gravatar Oh fuck yeah. You are so right. Thank god you come here and sort me out, la d.


Gravatar Would the gold tooth be right in front? Could you get a diamond installed in it?


Gravatar Nah the second molar on the left. Nice.


Gravatar I expect to see you looking something like this:

A 'lil bling's the thing


Gravatar there is no such word as "flamencistas," right?


Gravatar Boo yah.

Me likey.


Gravatar Good God, I preferred British teef when they were blackened, rotting and gangrenous.

I will be laughing at the "I want a pony" tantrum for days.


Gravatar def go for the gold! sooo ghetto fab.


Gravatar I have a gold crown in back, you can't really see it, they're supposedly stronger, blah blah blah. Go for it.

Also, have you seen Carlos Saura's Carmen? The pounding heels! The kives! The sweat! Oh, my!


Gravatar Maccers, I took flamenco lessons two summers ago, and while they were fun, they were also one of the most difficult things I ever attempted. It just gave me even more respect for the flamenquistas. Unfortunately, it's not just about being able to stomp your feet. It's also about being able to keep time with your feet while twisting and turning in a seductive, seemingly nonchalant manner that they make look way too easy. Kinda like how in ballet it's hard to look graceful just *walking* in toe shoes, let alone doing an arabesque. Anyway, if you still want to take a stab at it I've got some castanets I can sell you. Oh, and I'm going to the Joyce tonight to see the performance--I can't wait.




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