Hi loves...
I've definitely been laying low for these past few months, but I'm slowly but surely rejoining the land of the living glitter kittens. I've picked up a last minute show for tomorrow night, and because your collective brains will be too fried to do anything strenuous, you should consider attending a very entertaining installment of Monday Night Burlesque:
Apparently, the old Galapagos Art Space is having an identity crisis, to which I can totally relate. However, their commitment to bringing you gorgeous women taking off their clothes is unwavering, and thus, an amazing show is promised.
Additionally, I had the pleasure of being a part of an
Inked Magazine photo shoot. It features some of my favorite pieces of my custom ink, and a pair of kick-fucking-ass hot pink Christian Louboutin heels, on my feet. What's up. Also, the sight of me ironically straddling some hipstered out dude alone is worth the $4, but there's also some hot girl-on-tattooed-girl action with a chick named Seventy.
Hardcore, yes, I know...The June/July issue will be on newsstands any day now.
And as usual, you can follow my overly emo, Taurean lamentations on my blog, with the occasional blow to the head thrown in for good measure. Because at Cherry Bomb Enterprises, we are breaking hearts and heads on our way to total burlesque domination.
Hearts & Ammo,
Bomb