When it comes to scary Easter bunnies, this has always been up there, and please don’t send me scarier versions; I’ve been traumatized enough. Originally I was going to skip over an Easter post of this photo but I’m told it’s tradition, and I get the feeling people would rather look at this moment than just about any other moment I’ve shared here for twenty-plus years.
Happy to please, happy to hurt, happy to bleed for your ravenous entertainment.
It’s amazing that I’m not more averse to purple tulle and tutus worn around the neck. Happy Easter to all the fuckers who love to see me in distress!
PS – The ad below popped up immediately after I sent the tulle comment to my friends, so yes, Virginia, there is an Easter Bunny and they are watching us.
