And all under the eyes of bemused witnesses witnessing the unwarranted threatened thrashing!
It would appear my presence arouses an intense loathing in menfolk, usually by gayboys unable to bum Xym due him being straight & surrounded by Pretties, and they'll look for any excuse to give him a right good fisting.
A fisting to the face, that is! Presumably to knock me unconscious so they grease my arm up to slip up their bottom whilst rogering my rectum.
At the Adam Ant gig, a whispering in me lughole from a squat Neanderthal thug: "I'm gonna smash your face in in a minute!"
Yeah, whatevs.
And last night, at The Damned, we're stood near the back, when a triplicity of yobbos barge through to get to the front. Then barge back 2 mins later. Another 2 mins... back to the front... and barge back again... and barge through again - this time stopping on the way forward to Give Xym Evils. And back again, and then forward again with another glowering of Evils!
Much discussion with The Others who are wondering just what they're problem is. Why are they deliberately going out of their way to keep passing Xym, and why has they singled out Xym for persecution... uh-oh! There're coming back again... and this time it's a deliberate smash of the shoulder as they pass!
Well, my mates LOVE me, and they're not standing by whilst Xym is being accosted for no reason, apart from some retards are looking for a fight, and The Xym does stand out as an easy target!So, I'm ringfenced by compadrés!
Qu'elle surprise! Here they come again. Dear oh dear, their way is blocked... damn, they found a gap... but instead of barging though... they stop! And... ah... attempt to rile me up! One has decided to deliberately lean on me... but where's the other 2? Ah - one sidling in from the other side with the other coming up the rear, trying to trap Xym in a pincer movement for an assault on all sides (assault on me backside and cumming up my rear, probably). Luckily, they're blocked - just the leaner starting to get jostley. Hurrah for Sarah, who with a quick "excuse me" forces him to step aside to let her pass - and neatly stands next to me, blocking his access to Xym!
But, oh - he so wants a piece of Xym's ass (that piece being the bunghole to stick his nob into. probably), so he creeps around behind. Creep, creepy, creepy... and suddenly Jon & Jo block him out!
And what do we now hear? A whispered-above-the-noise-of-the-band "We'll get him outside later!"
Lucky for Xym, his security detail are on the case! Denied permission to leave to get Public Transport, I'm incarcerated until the very end... where the lurking louts are loitering in wait. I'm bundled outside, as the fight fancying fiends follow. As we Make Arrangements outside, the knuckle dragging numbskulls prowl, awaiting their chance to pounce.
But they are thwarted by my entourage and we make a clean getaway!
Honestly, I really don't know what some peoples problem is with me. I don't have to do anything, and people take one look and decide I need a damn good kicking! Is it the colored follicular plumage? The 'tash? The feather in the ear? The dangly scarves? The jingle jangle of me
Or does everyone, menfolk in particular, just loathe The Xym on sight?
Tell you what though - I's glad I has lots of people who really love me, and stand up fo me, coz I have no sense1 of personal danger - I stopped caring what people think about me years ago. There isn't an insult I haven't heard, so it all water off a duck's back to me. It all washes over, and I pay no attention to it.
Until they finally tire of my indifference and smash me up!
So good job I has top chums watch over me!
I'm surrounded by Guardian Angels, me!
1 NO, XYM - YOU HAVE NO SENSE. FULL STOP!
