Kay Wye
&
Rhonda Boutmidnite
Actually, this is a mother / daughter pair. Kay,
on the left, is the mother, though she doesn't like that fact
known. She only became a mother due to a set of the most tragic
of circumstances, and it cost her a great deal.
It was her fifteenth birthday and she was out on her very first
date. They had gone to a party where Kay had a few beers, a toke
or two and was not exactly in the best of shape as the evening
came to a close. Of course, things got out of hand. It was a true
case of "date rape"! There was a scuffle, a few slaps
and clothes were ripped off...There was lots of terrified screaming
dotted with pleas for help that went unnoticed...the attack went
on for HOURS...and in the end Kay was impregnated.
In later years as Kay thought about that fateful night she often
wished that things had turned out differently. If she had not
gotten so drunk, she's SURE that she would NEVER have forced herself
on that poor, geeky, pimply-faced boy...who is still institutionalized
because of that horrendous night!
Well, the story got out...the would-be heiress to the great "Victoria's
Secretions" chain of fine lingerie stores was ruined. (And
she had designing in her blood...click
here to see her in the wonderful outfit that she designed herself.)
She was disowned by the family and she wound up living in a small
two room apartment with her little baby, Rhonda.
Somehow, they survived the poverty they were forced to live in,
and rose up in the ranks until they reached new heights of squalor...the
glamourous kind of squalor that can only be achieved through dilligence
and deception.
Rhonda has a story of her own...but it isn't very pretty...and
it involves some highly illegal and dangerous activities...so
suffice it to say that Rhonda is admired by some and WANTED by
many.
You may want to check out the full
version of their above photo...the glaze in their eyes is
due to the fact that they had just been fitted for custom made
dildoes at a well known Castro District latex emporium!
Ida entered the world of class through the back
door with little fanfare. Raised in the backwoods outside a small
town in Iowa, the corn state, Ida learned to conserve her resources.
(She knows thirty three things that an ear of corn can be used
for, and she isn't even afraid to demonstrate some of the more
unseemly uses that she has come up with.)
As a child, she saved her pennies until she had enough for bus
fare to Des Moines. There she seized upon the first opportunity
that came along, which happened to be a traveling salesman that
promised her the "bright lights of the big city". They
were all the way to Los Angeles before poor Ida realized that
the "bright lights" her savior was referring to were
the flashbulbs in his grandfather's Polaroid camera.
Disgusted, but desperate, Ida succumbed to their desires, eventually
marrying the old fart on his deathbed. (It only became his deathbed
because on their wedding night, she set fire to it as he lay passed
out in a drunken stupor.) Here's
a picture of her "beloved" moments before he crawled
into that fateful bed. It's funny, but for some reason, Christmas
has not been the same in L.A. since the untimely demise of her
husband, Nicholas.
It was deemed an accident, and overnight, Ida went from a poor
Iowa white trash tramp to a very wealthy Californian white trash
slut. Some of you may not see the distinction, but to me it's
obvious...Now the disgusting pervs she sleeps with give her money
and jewels (not to mention a key to the back door), whereas before
all they ever gave her was a quick poke accompanied by a severe
case of scabies!
Here is the full version of her photograph
that was taken at her husband's funeral.
She is a very strong woman...her grief certainly didn't hold her
back from the will-reading party she threw later that evening!
Here she is hosting that bash in her
brand new gown...it has been said that her lovely earrings
were made from the gold teeth she had removed from her deceased
hubby's foul mouth, moments before the lid was closed on his coffin.
I guess we'll never know for sure...
Although quite famous in their previous careers
as circus freaks, through the miracle of plastic surgery and determination,
these two have been able to transform themselves into the two
ravishing "babes about town" that you see before you.
Jenny, on the left, eventually met an unfortunate and rather tragic
demise in one of this year's first glamour fatalities. (You can
read all about it on the page of "Glamour Facts" that
can be found on the GlamourPage Table of Contents.)
However, she HAD led a very exciting and eventful life. At birth
she was blessed with a built in career....and by the time she
was 6 months old she was the headliner at "Loretta's Phreakazoid
Side Show and Dance Review".
Here she is as "Matilda the Monkey Woman" in the
fabulous outfit that she designed for herself in the mid 60's.
She always loved designing her own clothes, but unfortunately,
that's what eventually killed her. (By the way, don't you just
LOVE her sunglasses?)
Anyhow, after years on the road, Jenny decided to start over.
She had her teeth fixed and began treatments for her hormone problem
(a condition that she shares with the famous "Zahnareena")
and she moved to San Francisco with her best friend and lover,
Ilene (yes, they ARE lesbians). There she did indeed become a
famous high fashion designer of garments made strictly of synthetic
fabrics.
Ilene, on the right, joined the circus when she was nineteen.
Her act was of a different nature. She was able to perform some
very interesting things with parts of her anatomy and specific
household appliances. She made a fortune when a researcher in
breast cancer caught her act one night and wound up hiring her
as a consultant in the developement of the mammogram.
Here is Ilene as "The Flat Chested
Woman" at the pinaccle of her circus stardom.
Luckily, all the medical procedures they went through worked out
okay, and if you check out the full
version of their photo, you can see that they are "none
the worse for wear"...even if Mr Blackwell does believe that
they "only wear the worst"!
(What does that tired, old queen know, anyhow?)
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