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Theres something deeply wrong about going into a stadium with your Father, realising he has your ticket with your name printed on and you have his, then watching him go waltzing straight through security while youre left attempting to pass yourself off as a short, balding, middle-aged man by dragging your knuckles, lowering your voice and barking, Yes boys, Im Mr Felidae. Thats MR, yessiree! *cough* Damn but I was feeling so very MANLY when I woke up this morning that I just punched someone and scratched myself inappropriately all day! Perhaps it goes without saying that this didnt work, and I resorted to shrieking after said short, balding, middle-aged man and making a complete spectacle of myself. Not that making a complete spectacle of myself is entirely a new experience, what with the whole naked thing SuicideGirls oft involves. Still*sighhhh*


While Im on the theme of naked SuicideGirl related things (immaculate segue), the other day my university-dwelling brother came home from farting around and getting drunk *COUGH* I mean completing his highly respectable and greatly desired degree course to spend a few weeks farting around and getting drunk *COUGH* I mean revising. This called for great and sluttish celebration, but sadly as I only had the Monday off of work we settled for going to the cinema to watch Sin City since it was the greatest and sluttiest thing showing. If we could have found somewhere showing Barbarella then believe me, we would have been there. Sin City turned out to be a lot better than my brother expected and a lot more lacking in limbs than I had, but generally pretty damn good. The naked SuicideGirl link, incidentally, is that Ive decided to do my next set in a Sin City style, utilising one of my superhero/villain alter-egos and the abandoned third floor of the building I work in. I promise itll involve lots of leather, a few masks, various pow and/or thwack inserts, and probably guns. Big guns. Big guns with smoke curling artistically from them.

and possibly my employers stomping into the room mid-shoot and firing me.

Fun Felidae Fact: I just received my European SuicideGirl Troupe audition outfit via the post. The whole thing could fit in my shirt pocket. I think Ill need to embellish or the act will be less stripping, and more prancing about clad in some strings with gland conditions.