errantember

Digging through my clothes on the way to the Apoptygma Berzerk concert tonight at Elysium, I found my tits lying around from Orfunner. On impulse, I threw them on, but then was suddenly presented with a dilemma of what to do with the rest of my outfit. The doors opened almost an hour ago, and I didn't have a lot of time, so I decided "Fuck it. I'm going like this."

So me, my Tits, my manly pony tail, combat boots, and my 4-days growth of beard are headed out.

See you there, assuming you don't stand too close.



And yes, I'm aware that these are a little over-the-top. I took them at 4 AM after getting home from the concert. While my panties were still folded neatly on my shelf, my insoles were definitely in a wad.

The concert itself fucking *rocked* in ways I wasn't anticipating.
I'd seen Apop at Trance Communion in Houston the year of the Great Flood, and that experience lead me to the conclusion that most Industrial bands are better in the hand of skilled DJ than they are live. However, the smaller venue and total focus on Apop's work made all the difference.( Read more... )

This week, I've slept with two women, danced with several more, been unexpected kissed goodbye by a transvestite, been slathered with so much pussy my skin was raw and my eyes were bloodshot...

...and yet never had sex by any description once...