Chance encounters
Sister Honky Tonk
I am now heading for the SPAM party, with a stop in the port authority bus station's bathroom in order to dress up as Mae West.
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Later
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Well I did my makeup in the bus station 3rd floor bathroom , it's relatively quiet. I affixed my wig while waiting for an R train and got chatted up by one Omar. Heavily made up and with a high cockscomb of a wig on I look pretty darn drag queeneque, I think. I affected a high, breathy voice, not unlike Michael Jackson's timbre, while conversing with this person, to further blur my gender. My usual voice sounds like a female's larenx, and dropping the pitch sounds usually like a deeper woman's voice, but speaking in an obviously affected high pitch confuses the matter, I hope. Hee hee.
Omar ended up going to SPAM with me. Here to study English, and he claimed that there are mixed-queer parties like SPAM in Turkey and maybe so - or maybe he was bullshitting me to be impressive. Well, the venue didn't totally freak him out, so perhaps. Seemed to enjoy the handjob, but wasn't that into my fingers up his ass, maybe due to the audience looking on. He asked to try again later but I got preoccupied... well, he's not really my type, conventionally handsome as he was. Hope he had some fun with some other folks as well, if he so wished!
I was gussied up in order to perform a la the "Burlesque" movie theme, and got many compliments on my little safer-sex dildo brandishing Mae West "Sister Honky Tonk" lipsinc. I wish I'd taken a minute to try out the stripper's pole, though, I've never had a chance to actually give it a try! I used to spin around the narrow columns in the basement of the church but don't think I ever tried hanging upsidedown by my thighs alone there.
I enjoyed running around, and doing things to people, in comparatively femmey drag, surprisingly - I would've worn some sideburns too but couldn't find my kit, dang it. So, my platform maryjanes, red fishnets, red d-doe harness, red corset, makeup (though the faux lashes didn't stay on for long) and curly blond wig scrunched up into a crest and pinned to the top of my head (that, surprisingly, stayed put throughout!) I say surprisingly because I've generally felt more confident and sexier in sturdy boots and short hair and sideburns and colorful briefs and a stable, if cleavage-baring bra. But it worked OK.
And I ran into a sweet and darn smart and nifty person I'd encountered before, at Submit. That individual had stated that _[don't know the pronoun]__ was always stone before and would I fuck __? This was so so flattering and the youngster was fun to explore with. We didn't have oodles of time to get into it, but I think it was gratifying for all. But we chatted after on the subway, though it's very unusual for me to want to spend any more time with a person post-party.
We chatted after this past SPAM party also and I found, as I had suspected, that I am a bit more than twice this person's age. I am officially an old perv and am quite enjoying that. :D
I am now heading for the SPAM party, with a stop in the port authority bus station's bathroom in order to dress up as Mae West.
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Later
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Well I did my makeup in the bus station 3rd floor bathroom , it's relatively quiet. I affixed my wig while waiting for an R train and got chatted up by one Omar. Heavily made up and with a high cockscomb of a wig on I look pretty darn drag queeneque, I think. I affected a high, breathy voice, not unlike Michael Jackson's timbre, while conversing with this person, to further blur my gender. My usual voice sounds like a female's larenx, and dropping the pitch sounds usually like a deeper woman's voice, but speaking in an obviously affected high pitch confuses the matter, I hope. Hee hee.
Omar ended up going to SPAM with me. Here to study English, and he claimed that there are mixed-queer parties like SPAM in Turkey and maybe so - or maybe he was bullshitting me to be impressive. Well, the venue didn't totally freak him out, so perhaps. Seemed to enjoy the handjob, but wasn't that into my fingers up his ass, maybe due to the audience looking on. He asked to try again later but I got preoccupied... well, he's not really my type, conventionally handsome as he was. Hope he had some fun with some other folks as well, if he so wished!
I was gussied up in order to perform a la the "Burlesque" movie theme, and got many compliments on my little safer-sex dildo brandishing Mae West "Sister Honky Tonk" lipsinc. I wish I'd taken a minute to try out the stripper's pole, though, I've never had a chance to actually give it a try! I used to spin around the narrow columns in the basement of the church but don't think I ever tried hanging upsidedown by my thighs alone there.
I enjoyed running around, and doing things to people, in comparatively femmey drag, surprisingly - I would've worn some sideburns too but couldn't find my kit, dang it. So, my platform maryjanes, red fishnets, red d-doe harness, red corset, makeup (though the faux lashes didn't stay on for long) and curly blond wig scrunched up into a crest and pinned to the top of my head (that, surprisingly, stayed put throughout!) I say surprisingly because I've generally felt more confident and sexier in sturdy boots and short hair and sideburns and colorful briefs and a stable, if cleavage-baring bra. But it worked OK.
And I ran into a sweet and darn smart and nifty person I'd encountered before, at Submit. That individual had stated that _[don't know the pronoun]__ was always stone before and would I fuck __? This was so so flattering and the youngster was fun to explore with. We didn't have oodles of time to get into it, but I think it was gratifying for all. But we chatted after on the subway, though it's very unusual for me to want to spend any more time with a person post-party.
We chatted after this past SPAM party also and I found, as I had suspected, that I am a bit more than twice this person's age. I am officially an old perv and am quite enjoying that. :D