Boy Business

To the best of my knowledge there have only been approximately three people who have ever thought me particularly sexy in my camos, boots, suits, steel-caps and cropped hair. Generally it seems to be the consensus that I am considerably more lustworthy when in fishnets and corsets- though I can't say I quite agree. Its true that I do often feel quite shaggable when tarted up (and possibly more comfortable sometimes as its what I am more used to), but its also true that I usually feel MUCH much more inclined to be truly skanky when in boxers and a hanky. In stockings and glitter I want to be seduced and giggly, but in a wifebeater or hoody I want rough and tumble by garbage-strewn canals in Manchester and to pick up trade directly out of the gutters.

On a tangent: A friend of mine from Sydeny found ourselves in this gigantic opshop the other day, trying to find suits to wear to one of the Betty parties. Our efforts were to no avail, as not only was the superstore rather lacking in suitage for folk with waists under 36 inches but we really didn't have much of a clue between us how to tell if one DID happen to fit! I mean, where are pants supposed to end? How long should a jacket be? How to deal with waistcoats that go all bulgy at the sides where one's tits are? Its all rather bewildering. Like I need some sort of older brother to drag along with me, the type who knows all about the proper knots for ties and how to wear cufflinks and where the waist should sit on a pair of trousers. And on yet another tangent: Have brought my pipe down here with me, and if I get into town tomorrow may buy some proper tobacco and see if I can't teach myself how to smoke the thing correctly. It wants to go out and be puffed upon at leather events but until I can do it without choking or having to relight it every ten seconds its not going to!