Hiding my bottom from the public…

My bottom used to be public domain. During the late 90’s, if you lived in Brighton, you could get an eyeful of it most Saturday afternoons.

I was a party girl extraordinaire in those halcyon days. The days when the hangovers were bearable and the Ecstasy was as pure as the white dove stamped into its chalky surface.

I had so much fun on Fridays, serious fear of missing out kept me up. I never missed a thing.