I’ve gothed up vaguely for SinCity tonight. It’s not much, but should pass muster at the door. It’s not like it’s a fussy fetish night. It’s not like I have a fetish that involves leather. The damned plastic-boned corset dress just refuses to fit properly unless effort is involved, and I don’t feel it’s worth it. Silks for me this evening. I’ll make sure pictures are caught. My lips have been purpled, deepend aubergine as plums. No make-up, so I did do with hair dye.
I want my hair back.