Saturday, 6 September 2014

No romance, no romance, no romance for Xym...

I keep my promises!

I promised to dress up like Cameo for 80s night.

I dressed up like Cameo from 80s night,

Unfortunately, I appear to look a million times gayer than Cameo!

"Ooooh, you'll rouse a lot of Pretties interest tonight Xym!Why, they won't be able to tear their eyes away from your genital adornment!"

Did I get rouse a lot of Pretties interest?

Did I feck as like :(. No. What I appear to have roused is the slumbering soldiers of men who prefer to their gardening upon a plane that has a degree of declinated anglature upon it.

Yes, once again, instead of lovely ladies, it's Men Who Prefer To Smoke Another Gentleman's Personal Pipe who are in adoration of The Xym. Word Up? No, it's a Cock Up they're after, and it's my ass they want to ensconce it within! Run, Forrest Xym, Run!

Mind you, in such a getup, I really should have expected it. Combine the look, with my labia lubricating gyratory manoeuvres as I rhythmically strut my svelte self on the dance floor... well, who could resist!

So feast your eyes ladies - this is the first, last and only time you'll see me like this. Skin tight pvc leggings, bare arms with upper chest exposure... please, don't have nightmares! (Have sexy dreams of this sexy hunk sexing you. or something)


And I wonder why people think I'm a raving queen, old, obscene, only 17 (stone). or something.