As much as I love bimbos, every once in a while I am in the mood for a dark dolly.
…I still want to see her smile though.
This right here is possibly one of the best arguments for why Jenny Poussin might just be the perfect bimbo. Sure she has fantastic bolt-on tits, and an apparent insatiable hunger for cock.
But look at how effortlessly she can class it up. You’ve doubtlessly seen pictures of her naked and spread eagled, proudly displaying her bimbo-cunt. You may even have seen her happily playing the part of a bimbo-puppy (not my personal cup of tea but what the hey), anything to be pleasing. But not only can she slut it up with the best of them, but as this picture shows she knows how to find a classy balance between “bimbo” and “elegant” for the evening (at least until you get her home). Any Man would be proud to have this piece of arm-candy by His side.
Pedestals required. *NB
Isn’t she cute as fuck!
There is a subtle but important difference between giving an air-kiss and duck-face. One very good and bimboey, the other not so much.
Believe it or not, I approve.
It’s easy to default to pink. But experienced bimbos know that any long set of nails painted in a bright and shiny color and are significantly well cared for are totally bimbo worthy.
summer over at summer’s bimbo fiction recently had two awesome answers to two questions. Even though the questions were unrelated, and asked by different followers, I feel like they are part one and part two. So I have compiled them into one post. I will have some comments at the end but in the meantime enjoy the eloquent words of the lovely summer…
bimbohearts asked: How are you so nice and sexy and smart and awesome? Seriously. Wow.
Aw shucks I’m nothing special!
Being nice is kind of the major backbone of my whole bimbofication project, in a way. Pre-bimbo Summer could be kind of unpleasant, let me tell ya! I’ve always had a reputation for being witty and funny, but my sense of humor was always based on being cutting and snide and sarcastic. People enjoyed it, but I started to feel bad - I couldn’t get a laugh unless I was cutting somebody down or being negative. I was making people laugh, but I wasn’t making them happy.
So that was kind of a beginning for me - trying to simply be nicer. People who meet me now tend not to comment on me being clever or funny anymore, but everyone always mentions how friendly and sweet I am. I have to bite my tongue sometimes when I think of a snappy remark, but it’s much more satisfying making people smile by being positive than it is to make them laugh by being negative.
Anyways, thanks for such a delightful message! :)
Anonymous asked : Of course it’s nice to make people smile, but don’t you miss being respected?
For one thing, the people in my life who matter - my friends & family, the people I work with, The Fella - absolutely respect me. That hasn’t changed. My circle of friends has changed a bit since I’ve stated my bimbofication, but that’s all.
Secondly, if there is a person who respects you for being snarky and kind of mean, but can’t respect you for being kind and nice - well, do you really want their respect? I would argue that if it’s that fickle and fragile, it isn’t worth much.
Look, everybody deserves respect. More to the point, everybody deserves to be treated with decency. If somebody can’t do that because I’m friendly and earnest, man, that’s their problem, not mine. :)
People talk about respect sometimes like it’s this big be-all-end-all. As a woman you hear often about how nobody will respect you if you dress or act or talk certain ways. If that’s what it takes to get respect, maybe you can just keep it. At this point in my life I guess I’m just more concerned with my own happiness and sense of self-worth than I am with the conditional respect of strangers. :)
Pretty awesome stuff right? With an amazing brain like that it’s hard to believe that summer could possibly be a bimbo, but she’s one of the best. Okay now my take on it…
Summer really hit the nail on the head about the difference between the need to be seen as smart, and accomplishing that by being sarcastic and snarky, vs. being friendly and kind. Sadly it is in vogue in our culture right now to be sarcastic, as though the height of humor lies in cutting people and institutions down. However, if you asked most people if they would rather be friendly or sarcastic, I think that most people would choose being friendly. But the fact is that being friendly is hard! Bimbos deserve a medal for being so friendly!
There is also a fear-factor involved. People are afraid that people won’t take them seriously unless they can convince everyone of how smart they are. And there’s never a convenient place in a conversation to break into a recitation of formulas of fluid dynamics, so instead people try to show how clever they are by being sarcastic. Which kinda leads into summer’s next point about respect…
Respect is great! I think that everyone deserves respect. But I also think that most people are way too stingy with their respect “I’ll respect you, but first you must conform to my world-view." Those people who don’t respect bimbos, aren’t withholding their respect because they feel that the bimbo is dumb, they are withholding their respect because they are insulted that the bimbo has chosen to value different things in their life than they have. Even though that is, theoretically, at the core of a free society, it is very insulting to the narrow minded. Whether they realize it or not in their minds it is the same as a direct insult to the things that they value.
They say that you can please all of the people some of the time, and that you can please some people all of the time. Well when it comes to pleasing all of the people “some of the time” is usually not very often. I would rather focus on carefully choosing the people I surround myself with, making sure that they are people who are actually interested in being happy and who want me to be happy too. It makes the “…all of time…” so much easier to make happen.
I feel the tension ease from my shoulders, when you yank my hair forcing me to meet your gaze, the stress from work, the mortgage, trying to schedule a dental check up, and the vague sense that I should probably clean the bath tub melt away and suddenly it’s just me and you
When you remind me of the big fake tits I’m going to get, the over inflated lips, the tight laced waist… Remind me that my hair colour is your decision, my clothing is your decision remind me that if you want me to wear a skintight leopard print dress to the tenants association meeting, I’ll do it. Remind me that you can make me look, act, be anyway you want me to. My reputation is in your hands, if you want people to look at me and see trash, they will.
If you want people to stare at the stupid whore with a mixture of pity and disgust at her obscene implants, her overdone makeup, they will.
As I know this to be true, I relax, unwind, and dig my long fake fingernails into your heart breakingly beautiful ass as I suck your cock, forgetting the world except for you, losing myself in your taste, your beautiful eyes, the feeling of your hands in my hair.
This, this rough beautiful filthy thing we do? This is what gives me the strength to see the accountant, to deal with the million mundane details of day to day life, this is what gets me through whatever stress life throws at me, by knowing that I have this to come back to, my place, sitting beside your chair with my head on your knee.
You make the whole world easier to live in, because I know you love me weak or strong. Love me in my stripper heels and righteous feminist rage, know that you think I’m ten million times more precious and valuable than anyone who sees me as trash. I am secure being yours because I know you’re proud of me for being brave enough to ignore social norms, brave enough to defy tyrannical notions of respectability and most of all because I know you are mine, mine, mine.
I agree with about 95% of this, but agree or disagree it’s beautifully written and worthy of a read by anyone in the bimbo-community.
A gaggle of gams in such pretty pedestals. *NB
Fun Fact: If they were bimbos it would be a “giggle of gams in pretty pedestals.”
I don’t know what the “arab” bit is about, but I approve of this look. If any of my followers try this out please report back and let us all know how it worked for you.
(In case it wasn’t clear the link above will take you to a full youtube tutorial on how to do this makeup.)