Big news, I am going to a party tomorrow night, which means I can dress up as the kinky, crazy, fetish, feline that I am (mobility assisted kinky!). Already planning: Blue corset with matching steel blue knee high boots, some skirt (not sure yet), blue thong with skulls, thigh highs with bow and the black wings. The jewelry and shrug are to be decided and I will probably take off the wings after I get in so they don’t get damaged by drunk AB people who don’t look down. Down side is....how long (and how many people) will it take for me to get ready? Plus I have to put crazy glow glitter in my hair and down my arms, oh and I got in these great purple and blue armwarmers too! I tend to go all out for parties.
I was at ‘the video store’ today where I sometimes help out and was picking out a DVD when this woman and her partner asked my advice (I had helped them a couple times before when ‘working’) so it was kind of hard to explain that hey, I don’t get paid, I just work for film. Anyway, she liked my headband and my skull shirt and asked where I got it as her daughter “who is your age, 25” would love them. I told her where I got them and then helped her because, hell, she thinks I’m 25; of course I’m going to help her! Way better than on Saturday when the EMT’s were writing the form up and asked me how old I was and I said, “How much will it cost me to be 29?” See, it is like I tell Linda, if you dress like you are 17, then people split the difference between your real age and your fashion age (Note: does not work once you have hit 50’s or above – my great aunt, who usually has four boyfriends simultaneously, dresses in yoga gear like a 20 year old…and she’s 89…..shudder!).
Sorry that’s all the news. I’m not so well and my doctor is meeting me next week about pain because last night I took the maximum dosage and was still in agony for an hour before I could sleep. And you know that while agony is interesting the first few times, it gets old quick.
This I think is my only Xmas party of the year so I want to make a vivid impression with a dramatic entrance and then, as it gets packed, do a horizontal striptease as the press of people makes me all funny colors from heat intolerance. So once I am laid on the floor, the layers will be stripped off, one by one (in order to help me breathe of course). Ha ha, when they see all the temp tattoos I have under the corset and on my hips and bum (Thong! Remember!) then they will go home with SOME sort of image burned into their brain. Which is all I ask, people dreaming of me....chasing them. Or maybe being used in a lecture about what you can end up like if you take that one way ticket to the big city to do modeling. I like to think there are MANY cautionary life lectures where parents could use me as an example. Some seek fame; I seek notoriety!
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