Barbie Revolution
Jan. 19th, 2003 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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luminousx posted a list of gawdawful descriptive lines, with the idea that we could write short stories, using one of the lines as a starting point. The line I picked was "Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh master."
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh master. Wendy squeezed the sides a little harder, the held the doll up for Brenda’s inspection.
"Look, it's Twiggy!"
"Who?"
"Forget it." Grabbing the scissors, Wendy quickly clipped Barbie's plastic-floss locks into a mohawk. A fine-tip Sharpie pen worked nicely for application of tattoos and black lipstick. She clipped a few straight pins short, then pushed them into the doll's pliable head. Soon, Barbie sported colored studs in her eyebrow, upper ear, and lower lip. "I'm still trying to figure out how to hammer some metal into her navel and tits. How's Ken coming?"
"I'm being seriously hampered by his lack of anatomy. God, wouldn't a Prince Albert kick ass on Ken?"
"You're fucking twisted."
"Who did Chemo Barbie first, huh? Who? You did. You started this."
"Yeah well. It never occurred to me to try genital piercings. What's your theme on that one, anyway?"
"This is Flaming Queen Ken."
"I thought that was the default setting."
"Yeah well, I haven't been doing this as long as you have. You have to start somewhere, right? I think Flaming Queen Ken is ready for wardrobe, though."
"I never made Valley Girl Stupid Cheerleader Barbie."
"Shut up and give me the goddamned vinyl-cloth shit so I can dress Ken."
Wendy had finished dressing Mildly Goth-Punk Barbie in her black miniskirt and ripped half-shirt. Brenda stretched the vinyl "leather" tightly over Ken's body and stitched it in place. After a moment's thought, she chewed some paper into an oblong spit-wad and stuck it to Ken's crotch, creating an overly obvious bulge beneath his leathers. Glancing over at Wendy’s handiwork, she asked, "Who's that, Rock Band Groupie-Slut Barbie?"
"Fuck you. None of my Barbies are easy. They're building up their forces for a great revolution. Besides, that's not Flaming Queen Ken, that's Leather Daddy Ken. Learn your queer subcultures." Wendy crossed the room and placed Mildly Goth-Punk Barbie with her massing army of plastic counterculture siblings.
Brenda's face lit up as an idea flashed into being. "You know what we should do?"
"Make Radical Lesbian Separatist Terrorist Barbie?"
"I think you've got her covered. No, we should use these dolls. We should send forth the army."
"Uhh.. they can't walk, Brenda..."
"No shit, genius. I mean we should distribute them. Put them in the hands of the impressionable."
"You want to give Leather Daddy Ken, with his prominent hard-on, to a kid?"
"Yeah. I'm thinking Catholic schoolgirls."
Wendy sat and thought for a while. She looked over her revolutionary forces of plastic and permanent ink. "They'll need biographies and accessories. Let's start writing."
luminousx posted a list of gawdawful descriptive lines, with the idea that we could write short stories, using one of the lines as a starting point. The line I picked was "Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh master."Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a thigh master. Wendy squeezed the sides a little harder, the held the doll up for Brenda’s inspection.
"Look, it's Twiggy!"
"Who?"
"Forget it." Grabbing the scissors, Wendy quickly clipped Barbie's plastic-floss locks into a mohawk. A fine-tip Sharpie pen worked nicely for application of tattoos and black lipstick. She clipped a few straight pins short, then pushed them into the doll's pliable head. Soon, Barbie sported colored studs in her eyebrow, upper ear, and lower lip. "I'm still trying to figure out how to hammer some metal into her navel and tits. How's Ken coming?"
"I'm being seriously hampered by his lack of anatomy. God, wouldn't a Prince Albert kick ass on Ken?"
"You're fucking twisted."
"Who did Chemo Barbie first, huh? Who? You did. You started this."
"Yeah well. It never occurred to me to try genital piercings. What's your theme on that one, anyway?"
"This is Flaming Queen Ken."
"I thought that was the default setting."
"Yeah well, I haven't been doing this as long as you have. You have to start somewhere, right? I think Flaming Queen Ken is ready for wardrobe, though."
"I never made Valley Girl Stupid Cheerleader Barbie."
"Shut up and give me the goddamned vinyl-cloth shit so I can dress Ken."
Wendy had finished dressing Mildly Goth-Punk Barbie in her black miniskirt and ripped half-shirt. Brenda stretched the vinyl "leather" tightly over Ken's body and stitched it in place. After a moment's thought, she chewed some paper into an oblong spit-wad and stuck it to Ken's crotch, creating an overly obvious bulge beneath his leathers. Glancing over at Wendy’s handiwork, she asked, "Who's that, Rock Band Groupie-Slut Barbie?"
"Fuck you. None of my Barbies are easy. They're building up their forces for a great revolution. Besides, that's not Flaming Queen Ken, that's Leather Daddy Ken. Learn your queer subcultures." Wendy crossed the room and placed Mildly Goth-Punk Barbie with her massing army of plastic counterculture siblings.
Brenda's face lit up as an idea flashed into being. "You know what we should do?"
"Make Radical Lesbian Separatist Terrorist Barbie?"
"I think you've got her covered. No, we should use these dolls. We should send forth the army."
"Uhh.. they can't walk, Brenda..."
"No shit, genius. I mean we should distribute them. Put them in the hands of the impressionable."
"You want to give Leather Daddy Ken, with his prominent hard-on, to a kid?"
"Yeah. I'm thinking Catholic schoolgirls."
Wendy sat and thought for a while. She looked over her revolutionary forces of plastic and permanent ink. "They'll need biographies and accessories. Let's start writing."
