Madeira Darling is fairly sure she is a pro-domme, writer, pop culture junkie, and beauty addicted fashionista, but acknowledges that she could also be a mass hallucination produced by the inhalation excess hairspray fumes. She enjoys blaming the kyriarchy, men who look like Jareth the Goblin King, wearing impractical clothing, and saying mean things to be funny. She lives in an old house in Providence with her husband (who looks suspiciously like Jareth The Goblin King) and 130 pairs of shoes. She believes you should never date anyone who you can't at least share accessories with.
What I Do, Job-wise: Whack dudes with stuff
What I Do, Fun-wise: Play with makeup, write disturbing erotic fiction, oggle my husband, shop compulsively, participate in far left politics, collect antique beauty manuals and listen to audiobooks because I can't ever sit still.
My Motto: "I intend to be thought elegant, glamorous and extremely vulgar, because nothing is so glamorous as vulgarity, and there is nothing so vulgar as elegance"
My Anti-Motto: "I could never date a guy prettier than me"
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Rosalind Russell or David Bowie
My “Celebs To Make Out With” List: Bowie, Michael Monroe, Beth Ditto, Amanda Palmer but in a guilty weird way, Pam Grier, Andrej Pejic, Mana, Iggy Pop
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: "Fashion" - Hanoi Rocks
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: Absolute Monarchs - John Julius Norwich
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Really slutty leopard print minidress
Beauty Products That I Hoard: All of them but especially eyeliner.
I Smell Like: Red Moscow, it's the first perfume produced in Soviet Russia. It's gorgeous.
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): Yes, including out an open window on the main drag in Hoboken to see if anyone would notice.