I'm Jojogingerhead, a 31 year old artist & musician based in Brighton (UK) satirically documenting the highs and lows of my secondary triple negative breast cancer diagnosis. Trying to see the light in a dark and scary situation without using the words fight, battle, journey or survivor.
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Man (not hand) sanitiser
Sweating crotches.
I have used a photo of my friend Kate pointing to the crotch areas of a couple of male mannequins, I think it illustrate this post rather well.
Yes, yes I really did just stop, glare, gag and then profusely lube my arms up to the elbow in hand sanitiser after a sweating topless man brushed past me leaving a trail of his stinky rancid excretion upon my skin. For the sake of my gag reflex, men can you please remain fully clothed in public all times, even if you’re about to combust in the fiery realms of hell that is this heat wave. I’m going back to my bedroom, it’s too unsafe outside.