When I used to go out dancing I would do my wound make-up this way and take the bus & train with my boobs out!
Cops really watch me, but they never want to come have a chat. (I would have just ripped off the boob wounds right there if they gave me grief, just to show how covered I actually am - I used to have a skill for making cops laugh.) Apparently I'd also given my bus driver some disturbing dreams!
I was dressed in ropes, wounds, and ripped pants one night, and several women came up to me to touch my wounded boobs - they said, "You're not even wearing real clothes!" :) Yup - my clothes look like actual garbage - doesn't get anymore badass than that! Good thing I kept extra clothes at work - I would also go in to work (Microbiology Graveyard shift) still wounded, fresh from a show.
{I gave a homeless man $5 looking like that one night - he looked at me like he thought he was hallucinating!}
...I think the horror wounds are sexy... but it takes 3 hours to do the make-up only to sweat it all off in about 30 mins!
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