Rampage (the rant kind, not the mall store)

I keep getting P.E.T.A. sign up things and emails. I used to wear a lot of fur (now that I'm thin, I only wear a little). I've seen the video's of the little minks getting tortured and all. That's why I only buy vintage. They're pain is dead and gone years ago.

But the animal testing thing gets to me. Estee Lauder makes really good mascara and that all-natural, no-testing Aveda shit is just gunk. I need me some chemicals. Test away! Without animal testing, we wouldn't have refined the early technology that helped to develop organ transplant and open-heart surgery techniques; vaccines against diseases like rabies, polio, measles, mumps, rubella and TB Antibiotics, HIV drugs, insulin and cancer treatments rely on animal tests, too. But booo hooo. One fuckin poster of a bunny crying with runny eye liner and everyone wants to ban animal testing. If that bunny could talk she would probably "hey how 'bout a touch up. Ima getting my picture taken." And not surprisingly, I'd rather a rabbit go blind than me from some toxic Lancome.

But back to fur. One of the earliest drag queen indicators happened because of fur (a manual on how to spot a toddle tranny is forthcoming).
My grandmom got me into it (the jersey yuppie one, not the philly bar owner). She got real upset when it was missing from her closet and I had to return it to her. I'm guessing she woulda been slightly more peeved had she known I turned it inside out and slept naked in it.