1: See Peter Murphy live.
2: See David Bowie live.
3: Go to Scotland.
4: Be very naked somewhere very public. And be loud about it.
You know, "HEY FUCKERS. CHECK IT OUT. THIS IS MY BUM. IT'S LOOKIN' AT YOU. WOOO!"
And that's about it.
I doubt any guy with a lick of sense would be into that.
Thems some annoying bitches, that's all.
And thems make up too much of the wimminfolk these days.
HEH.
It's because I'm not a superficial dumb bitch swimming naked in a vat of pink glitter dreaming of Paris Hilton and tiny toy poodles, while piecing together the cutest outfit to wear tomorrow like OH MY GOD.
D<
So I don't broadcast estrogen waves across the internet. Durr.