Greetings Citizens
OOH, my first journal entry.
Well, I’m still recovering from the weekend. Friday: queer Liverpool clubbing with Sam (my babe.) Fun fun fun- just a quiet night out (we got in at 3.00- I was appalled at how lightweight we were- I must be getting old) OOH- pulled an Irish cutie, my chat up line was ‘So…are you gonna treat me to an Irish breakfast then?’ Yup- cringe for a month.
Saturday night- went KoOKoO with Clara (an occasion to dress oneself for- the silver platform heels, gold hotpants, waist cincher and glitter were in order.) Met the queens council at GBar after- and performed my 4.30am street corner cabaret whilst we waited for a taxi. Mwah xx
PS- Never perform a Bob Fosse duet with a hyperactive queen whilst wearing 6 inch heels in a puddle- not a pretty sight the next day.
Well, I’m still recovering from the weekend. Friday: queer Liverpool clubbing with Sam (my babe.) Fun fun fun- just a quiet night out (we got in at 3.00- I was appalled at how lightweight we were- I must be getting old) OOH- pulled an Irish cutie, my chat up line was ‘So…are you gonna treat me to an Irish breakfast then?’ Yup- cringe for a month.
Saturday night- went KoOKoO with Clara (an occasion to dress oneself for- the silver platform heels, gold hotpants, waist cincher and glitter were in order.) Met the queens council at GBar after- and performed my 4.30am street corner cabaret whilst we waited for a taxi. Mwah xx
PS- Never perform a Bob Fosse duet with a hyperactive queen whilst wearing 6 inch heels in a puddle- not a pretty sight the next day.