Okay, so I didnt get onto the Official UK SuicideGirl Troupe. Bah. Still, Roopie (who then handed the job to October) organised a couple of nights down in Bristol which a bunch of us are dancing at, and which I am now free to perform in, and you are free to come watch. It isnt an official SuicideGirls night and wont be publicised as such, but frankly if you want to come down and see Felidae TotallyUnaffiliatedWithAnythingSuicide perform, be my guest.
Sean, Im kidding.
Im not kidding about performing though, and well be at Il Bordello on Thursday 28th July, and Spank on Saturday 30th. Enjoy.
I decided a while back to do a fan-esque dance for the first and an appropriately fetish-themed affair for the second. The first was inspired by a housewarming party I went to around a week ago thrown by my friend Taz and her housemate. When I arrived (complete with enormous fruit salad bowl and a tonne of candles to light up their vast balcony) the party had already been going for some time. The booze flowed, craziness ensued, and I found myself stealing Tazs fan and dancing on top of an impromptu podium to thunderous applause. Hence the decision.
We also got to meet Tazs new neighbours, because after a merry hour or so of heckling passers by (its central Manchester, main road, Friday night) and inviting anyone attractive up for a beer, myself and Tazs housemate pinned one of the male guests to the floor and proceeded to divest him of shirt before pouring candle wax on his nipples. It was at this point that the aforementioned neighbour (theres just one flat above) came down the fire escape. We paused, she paused, then with admirable calm merely asked if she could borrow a cigarette. I think theyll get along well.
Fun Felidae Fact: Two days after said party I saw NIN live. And have never been so damn horny post-gig in all my life. Or sweaty, for that matter.
Sean, Im kidding.
Im not kidding about performing though, and well be at Il Bordello on Thursday 28th July, and Spank on Saturday 30th. Enjoy.
I decided a while back to do a fan-esque dance for the first and an appropriately fetish-themed affair for the second. The first was inspired by a housewarming party I went to around a week ago thrown by my friend Taz and her housemate. When I arrived (complete with enormous fruit salad bowl and a tonne of candles to light up their vast balcony) the party had already been going for some time. The booze flowed, craziness ensued, and I found myself stealing Tazs fan and dancing on top of an impromptu podium to thunderous applause. Hence the decision.
We also got to meet Tazs new neighbours, because after a merry hour or so of heckling passers by (its central Manchester, main road, Friday night) and inviting anyone attractive up for a beer, myself and Tazs housemate pinned one of the male guests to the floor and proceeded to divest him of shirt before pouring candle wax on his nipples. It was at this point that the aforementioned neighbour (theres just one flat above) came down the fire escape. We paused, she paused, then with admirable calm merely asked if she could borrow a cigarette. I think theyll get along well.
Fun Felidae Fact: Two days after said party I saw NIN live. And have never been so damn horny post-gig in all my life. Or sweaty, for that matter.
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cherry_deadly:
did you see NIN at the Apollo? twas sooooo god damn hot in there. I came out totally soaked thru... and the boys mowhawk had gone all floppy, tee hee 
I know what you mean about the horny thing too... Trent.. enough said. (weird that he doesnt talk between tracks.. dont you think?
I know what you mean about the horny thing too... Trent.. enough said. (weird that he doesnt talk between tracks.. dont you think?
roopie:
helllo pretty lady, was lovely to see you the other week 
i'll send some of the photos my boy took soon. 
i'll send some of the photos my boy took soon.