Jae put it the best, as she was attempting to do secret-agent-day-job-work and Sandy Bottoms’s screams were filling my living room.

“Oh Em Gee. They’re so fucking cute.”

And she was right.  The latest episode of Crash Pad featuring Siouxsie Q (above) and Sandy Bottoms (below) was precious.  As I drooled over the pretty pink pearls of two luscious ladies, it was as if two pin-up girls had a squealing sleepover that just happened to turn into sex. I realized something. Lately queering gender has gotten a load of attention on my blog. My past few reviews have been quite trans- and masculinity-centric. But what I haven’t focused on lately is a celebration of high femininity. Of taking gender to the other extreme. Of Bettie Page-ness and thigh-high fishnets. Of queering sex by focusing on a drastically female pleasure and watching two very feminine people pleasure each other. It’s playful. And it’s hot.

Thanks to Crash Pad once again for exhibiting all genders and turning my focus toward something that I haven’t explored in a while. Thank you for making me want to dig my bright red 1940’s Andrews Sisters pumps out of the closet and paint my toenails beautiful pussy pink the same day I cut my hair like Rachel Maddow.

Sometimes I forget to celebrate that kind of thing. And I’m really, really feminine. It’s odd to me that I sometimes don’t look at myself and see that kind of naked-with-an-apron-and-heels-bent-over-the-kitchen-counter-power.

Things that struck me included their bright nails against each other’s pussies, their perfect shave-jobs, their shrieks of delight, the way that they spoke to each other as if they were besties, as if they could go out shoe shopping after fucking. The way they didn’t take it too seriously, their playful nature while making whoopie. And sincerely, it was whoopie! They had fun. It made me wet. Good wet fun.

And for some reason I can’t get the way they kept complimenting each other on the colour of their pussies. And Jae really loved the direct orders given with a giggly girlish glow. Sexy.

It reminded me of a plan of action, actually. When I wanted a corset and to take sexy pictures in it because I feel like there’s too much pressure on female queers to be masculine, to adopt masculinity even if they aren’t entirely…butchy. Even when they’re only a little butchy, like me. (What do you think, possums? Still want to see me strip from a suit into a corset?)

Crash Pad really is doing a good thing here, making all types of queers, even the really feminine ones that are sometimes marginalized for their choice of 1950’s aesthetics, popular and visible. I feel like every week I write about how porn is social and political and does more good for breaking down walls than most “legit” things that claim to do the same.