Little Kiwi and Bauhaus

Little Kiwi and Bauhaus
A Boy and His Dog

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Rough Trade Chic

 Bruises, bruises, bruises.
Why do I find you so sexy?

It's like butch Man-Drag, essentially

Consider it an extension of the "Scruff-App Look" - you got a hairy chest, a big old beard, some rad-rockin' biceps and a look that screams "I LOVE OFF-ROADING!"?  Yeah, well I've got a split lip and a black eye.  So there.  You're covered in mud? I'm covered in blood. Ish.      And it turns me on.                                                 It's like a piercing or a tattoo, only it doesn't last as long and hurts a heck of a lot more. Maybe it all stems from the complete homoeroticism of FIGHT CLUB, which I saw when I was seventeen.  Same thing with scars - I think they're hot.  Not crazy "look at how I cut myself" scars, but those ones you get from ...well, whatever it is that one does that results in them gettin scarred.  They've all got a story.  Preferably a hot one.  It's that gutter-punk factor.              Dirty Pretty Things.                                            But yeah, there's that undeniable woof-factor to a good ol'bruise.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Little Kiwi Loves Bauhaus

Little Kiwi Loves Bauhaus
Good Dog!