Fisnnets….

I like to romanticize the whole fishnet lingerie, like it’s some 1920s Parisian prostitute that Hemingway, Dali and Owen Wilson in Midnight in Paris just got syphilis from before killing her and throwing her into the river, before her ghost came out to haunt the tunnel where Princess Diana died, you know, as European prostitutes do.

Unfortunately, the real fishnet experience that I get is 98 percent of the time fat girls in fishnets, that when I see them from afar I think their legs are going through some sort of obesity, diabetic foot circulation issue, only for it to turn out being purple fishnets, because these genderless cat lady’s love bright colors….so her grey and purple skin that looked like a corpse, not a hot Parisian prostitute corpse, still warm and ready for you to take her for another round before throwing her over…

That’s not to say she’s not near dead, or that her skin isn’t grey and purple just amplified by the fishnets cutting off her circulation and doing some optical illusion while her fat cellulite squeezes through each hole, it’s just to say my fishnet experience isn’t a hot one…

So here are some fishnets.

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