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gender: SG
occupation: deconstructing reality
crush: it's more like a CRASH, dear.
gets me hot: legs. I'm a leg man. Like Buk.
body mods: garbed in ultimate fuck-uppery, black rotten heart covered in lipstick and gore.
i lost my virginity: it was rubbish
makes me sad: that David Bowie ruined his fabulous Ziggy Stardust fangs in the States in the 80ies.
fantasy: I'm working on being born a handsome shinto-ist with a big cock in my next life. Will sing in countertenor and be really good at handbalancing, too.
makes me happy: the smell of hair bleach, the sound of semi in Tokyo heat, jinxing people on my blacklist and getting mistaken for a tranny.
heroes: the gifted and the challenged.
into: people who have notes written on their hand in blue biro.
most humbling moment: I'm shameless.
My heart yearns to spit out a good blog entry, but my head is full of razorblade butterflies due to excessive wine consumed on the wintry streets of Soho. Gavi at the Groucho club was a delight... but then I lost a button from my cape running down the stairs, Cinderella style, and the exquisite nectar turned into cheap plonk in the back of a dingy pub, and I turned into a pumpkin, and that's all how all fairytales end, at least until the next time.
But you can always find me on facebook, Tumblr and all those those necessary evils of life. And get yourself some extra genitals for Valentines. See you then.
PS Random picture:
(channeling jesus clad in a dress made of nipples)
And happy St Vicious day!
(33 years ago today Sid Vicious died of an overdose. He was 21 years old.)
