Naked at Heathrow and massaging my scarred thigh and ass because cancer in the mid 90’s has left it ruined

On my way over to see UncleMotherFucker (check him/us out on Twitter) for five weeks I had two massive bags as well as hand luggage and was hurting like hell from the journey up… So I got naked in one of the disabled loos and massaged a special concoction of lotions and potions into my old knackered body! Haha. Yes! I had cancer in my pelvis in 1994 and the treatment for it left me battered and unbelievably self conscious and paranoid! So the fact that I’m here and doing this is such a major thing for me as I’m the kind of girl who used to have panic attacks at the mere thought of getting naked with someone! And look at me now… Getting naked at an airport en route to see the Love of My FetLife and filming it for thousands of people to see. Maybe, one day, it’ll be millions?! Pahahahaha! A girl can dream eh? A girl can dream.