Mouth-foamingly Fabulous… more over the top than a Queens cut-crease. These are looking fish!
In celebration of all things O.T.T. and a nod to my favourite O.T.T. accomplices – Queens! And no, nothing monarch related… I’m talking everything Loud, Proud and Smothered in Glitter.
One of my dearest Raptors’ is getting married this year and what does that mean?! Hens Night and strippers… blek! Except we don’t likey awkward monotone conversation with nearly nude dudes in g-strings/thongs. We get it, you have junk you like to wibble-wobble in our
bemused/disinterested faces! We like Queens; really, really fish Queens. Who banter as hard as they contour. Hard and a little scandalous!
The night itself was FAIRLY EPIC, with all the bells and
wolf whistles… including the subsequent colossal hangover – leaving me fantasizing about euthanasia. “Kill me!“ I woke up in full face of make-up, all nails intact and a mouth full of sand – panicked as I thought I’d brought home a ‘gent for a minute, till I realised the Hen was snoring like an elderly man! I know you’re reading this, Bish… you do snore.
Highlights of the banter with our fabulous Fish-Friend: “That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard” when advised the female equivalent of a ‘Hard-on‘ is a ‘Wide-on.’ “This is why I don’t do vagina” when explaining the importance of keeping your reproductive bits pH levels… even (think of it like a really temperamental aquarium, lol).
Not too much soap and not too much stank. “I just threw up in my mouth” when joking about proper wiping procedures, the drawback of back-to-front technique when combined with third base. “You’re the worst!” when comparing previous technique with Fish’s front-to-back mandatory tuck.
To get this look; white out all your talons but your feature – that’s black. Cover 2 talons with AB silver, the feature with black glitter and finish the remaining 2 talons with silver stars. Seriously easy and ridiculously dramatic. I was spirit fingering all week – sounds suss?.. Does everything have to be about smut here?!
This look is fun and added so much with good friends, good music, good banter and bad-a$$ Queens. Although following that night, my liver took a restraining order out against me – worth it. We’re just not in a good place right now, we want to make it work, but man... I like to werk’ it.
So what you think, Darling?
Share your experiences with disco and OTT glitter. How many drinks into the night did you decide gettin’ inked was the BEST idea ever? Regretting that Rainbow Brite tramp stamp was appropriate? Wake up with a lot of regret and a whole mess of beat-up talons?