That headline is only relevant if you live in the Northeastern arm of the Empire, but hey. I live here, I write the headline, so you can suck an egg. No! No, don’t go. I’m sorry. Here, have some glorious cosplay.
There is a good chance that I will never pass up the opportunity to feature Catwoman cosplay. Okay? So just enjoy it. Or mosey on your way. Mosey on!
Jill Valentine x Latex Outfit = Caff-Pow is writhing in his chair. Just a little. No, no. Don’t come that close to me. Yes, what you felt was a slight tremor. No, it totally didn’t emanate from my groin.
I have no idea the source of this image/cosplayer (and if you do, please let me know), but I do know one thing. This beautiful combination of latex and human is proof that God is both Good and a Latex Fanatic such as myself.
Saints preserve me. Edi from Mass Effect 3 done up as latex? Parts of my body I didn’t even know I had are throbbing. Yes, yes please. And then a second helping.
Batman all done up in latex. Lady Bane with the muzzle. I don’t know. This son of a bitch just seems to be a fetishist’s wonderful juicy dream.
Latexcellent? I’m pretty letdown with myself that I haven’t come up with that pun before. Oh well, what the fuck can you do? I shall just be happy that I eventually wandered my way to the term.
Like I said before. It is time for me to take my latex fetishes and furry orgy requests to carrier pigeon. The days of the Wild Wild Internet (if it ever truly existed) is certainly fading with stunning alacrity. Today the House passed CISPA by a considerable amount, and now it is up to Barry Obama to strike the son of a bitch down. (But let’s be honest, the death of Internet freedom is being shoved down our throat no matter how much we gag.)
I can already hear the cheesed-off dork faces that populate the creamier nerd places that I like to frequent. They are aghast at this latest reveal surrounding Man of Steel. They cannot – will not – accept a world in which such a deviation from the salted corpse of status quo is allowed. Me? I dig it.
Real talk, and I can’t help it: Anne Hathaway in the Catwoman suit was a glorious addition to my spank-tank last year. There’s just something sultry as fuck about it. Plus I have a latex fetish that has me dry-humping spatulas and shit. So whatever. But…where was I? Oh yes, this same Anne Hathaway has been cast in Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar. Far out.