Life in Revolt

I am revolting. I have been accused of it, payed out for it, lambasted for it. I am indeed revolting. But, what is it about my revolting nature that really stands out? Is it the golden showers? The dutch ovens, the burps, flatulence, the dirty sanchez's - oops. Or is it more my general hygiene? Yes i have been known to sweat a little, puddles in fact. Sadly yes i have had to throw out long sleeve shirts after gigs due to its complete disintegration because of sweat.
Yes i have been known to throw faeces about like it was REALLY going out of fashion.
Maybe i have a pee festish or two.
Or maybe after all this lengthy introspection my revolting nature is on a whole 'nother stratosphere?! It has arisen at music festivals when i am in rapture and attempting some funky funky maneuvers with either my sunnies, jumper, tongue or all of the above in one feel swoop.
Is it wrong that at someone's party the host confronts me and accuses me yet again of being 'ABSOLUTELY REVOLTING' Is it wrong that i enjoyed it?
My life in full revolt mode does have its dividends though, like when at a mutual friends party, aforementioned ladyfriend who finds any activity, pursuit or linguistic turn of phrase especially confronting is necessarily revolting accused me of being yet again revolting - what for again missy? wearing a wizard's cloak ? saying unecessary things to siblings and elderly family members? Something i said struck a chord seeing as i later spent such time with yours truly that night that your nipple was witnessed by the whole of Kings X - your dress looked so tasty and delicious that it was actually edible, that we may of accidently stumbled into dozens of people without even realising and that even to this day while you may still think im revolting - i now, thanks to your influence, take absolute pride at being revolting - what that pride really revolves around i do no yet know...
Revolting.
Ew.