black and gold

our day "began" around dusk. lola picked me up - i came down the stairs only to realize we were, once again, wearing the same thing. no surprise there - it's our telepathic connection, or something like that. both of us in black heels, black mesh scandal dresses, topped with leopard coats and red lips. our first task: an impromptu photo shoot in golden gate park. somewhere along the line one of us was naked, or nearly naked - how can i explain how these things happen? - wrapped in only a scrap of lace and a leopard coat, shed pumps and black dress littering the park's grassy carpet. it was 50 degrees in golden gate that night, us snapping photos of bare skin, drastic shadows from the lone lamp-light nearby.

and then!

we've got the shot, and it's goosebumps, throwing clothes on, rushing to a heated car

and then -

it's off, for what turns out to be largely discounted drinks and free bread, which becomes our dinner. We dine in sequinned masks, one black and one gold, incognito, identities blurred, vision blurred -

and then!

the bar gives us a free shot of tequila before we wander into the lite-brite night of downtown san francisco....

the night ends with us at denny's, late-nite, always classy, dripping in paste diamonds and costume jewelry that we somehow picked up along the way. we feast on diner food, turtle ice-cream pie. the wonder twins, the masked avengers - we are unstoppable,
the revolution continues.

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY(after)

T0 Suzy Creamcheese, light of my life, fire of my loins....

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“Sex appeal is fifty percent what you’ve got and fifty percent what people think you’ve got.”
Sophia Loren

“Most girls don’t know what to do with what they’ve got.”
Jayne Mansfield

identical black pumps on two pairs of stockinged feet, two chanel bags thrown over two white shoulders (are they real? we'll never tell). a scramble to find: a pocket mirror, the right shade of lipstick. i borrow hers or vice versa, lips stained red and hot pink, to match our dress, respectively (what would barbie do?). On each white thigh, a matching tattoo - interlocking c's, at the stocking line. But there is also this: reading Henry Miller, watching twin peaks, drinking whiskey in the park at midnight. Using a mutual gift with words to construct the perfect erotic email. Free drinks, free entrance, because there's not much two blondes can't do.

We figure, these skills must be marketable. A vaudeville act, a siamese-twin dress with sequins, a burlesque number, a dominatrix den. With our days we peddle clothing, slips of silk and chiffon, shopgirls dreaming of silk boudoirs and the Playboy Club. Sleeping in pincurls and waking up with smeared mascara.

for a few days, we stayed in the executive suite of a local hotel, microwave food and ice cream and instant coffee, feeling like royalty or a wes anderson movie.

seduce me with your body, with your words

This is not an introductory of pictures, or mini biographies.

This is simply an introduction with words:

we are
sweet strawberries, no need for whipped cream because you want your lips stained red.
twins of an extraordinary happenstance.
lovers of love. lovers of sex. lovers of those who are able to separate the two.
not two to separate.
not the fresh taste of spring flowers, we are the winter chill that runs down your spine.
one black cat, one white cat.
the skin of snakes, the iridescence of fish scales, the teeth that chatter in the cold.
the twenties the thirties, the(occasional) forties, the fifties. NEVER the seventies or late sixties.
collectors of hippies; we shave their heads, and bathe them. not in any particular order.
smokers, fighters, lovers, drunks, thieves, pirates, blondes.
too too many lipsticks.
never enough lipsticks.
always blondes.


we get what we want, and
we always win.

Love always,

LL of LLandSC

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Lola Louise & Suzy Creamcheese

which is which?