Here is a picture. Of me. Steve Prue took it. I don’t have any makeup on. Because you (the internet) have been so awesome and entertaining the past few days.
Fleshlight seems to think that having exclusive pictures of me painting my apartment and behaving like a lunatic will help keep my Destroya sales up. The more Fleshlight royalties, the bigger my Swarovski-ing budget. I think the glue fumes may be affecting my cognitive function, but I digress. Steve Prue was kind enough to do some documenting, so keep an eye on their social media stuff, and, you know, buy my Fleshlight.
… because I’ve been gluing. Gluing rhinestones to underpants, to be precise.
Oh, and trying to avoid cigarettes and obsessively doing chin-ups and leg lifts because while I’ve never been the type to weigh myself I’m kind of worried that quitting smoking will make me fat. Crazy, I know. I’m guessing I’ve been using cigarettes as a chemical worry suppressant for years and years and now have to suck it up and exercise more mental self control.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a lovely cream silk garter belt that really wants to match the rest of this set :)