18:20, 22/06/2010
Le fag est dans le gob
↑ 'le fag est dans le gob'
Le fag est dans le gob, part deux
↑ 'le fag est dans le gob, part deux'
Photo 72, photo 80, photo 89
So basically, this is the sort of thing that happens when I get home from work early to an empty home, drunk with a webcam.
↑ self-portraits on the iSight
Also available in this set at no extra cost
I then signed into a chat site for transfuckers and did this, this and this. Kids! There's absolutely no excuse for this sort of behaviour except I was quite drunk.
I apologise if I caused offence. I' a bit ashamed but it is very very funny.
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I'm a Musician, writer, photographer, designer, transgendered z-list celebrity. Insomniac's boyfriend. Tragic glamour and sleepless nights are my fellow travellers. Skinny jeans and pointy shoes are my mode-us operandi. I like cats. Especially the ones who talk. Oh, and David Lynch.
