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.
It should be nobody's decision but the woman who has to deal with the pregnancy.
No matter what the circumstance.
Either way, I'm all for abortin' dem fetuses.
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.