It was like a sea of beautiful dancing half naked men
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It was like a sea of beautiful, dancing, half naked men, that had no desire to touch my ass, just to kiss my cheek (on my face).
All this watching Queer as Folk has turned me into a monster. A gay-boy wanna be, if you will (minus the anal). So my Bachelorette party was Saturday, and I had a blast. Kevin went up to a friend's house in Port Saint Lucie (an hour and a half from here) and before leaving took me into the bedroom for a big kiss and a reminder. "Whatever happens tonight... have fun."
So I did.
We started out at a strip club, and what happens to Bachelorettes at strip clubs? They get to go on stage while naked boys dance on them. It's been my observation in life that most male strippers are into guys, not gals, and so I took the liberty of having fun while pointing out the gay cues our dancers left. Did I mention my recent homosexual fetish? Did I mention that half naked boys danced on me? It was amazing. When I got back down to the floor, I had my girls smell my arm while screaming "THIS IS WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE!!!"
We stayed there for a few hours, then headed to the Coliseum. I was in heaven. It's what prompted the quote: "It was like a sea of beautiful dancing half naked men, that had no desire to touch my ass, just to kiss my cheek." Of course there are the assholes who feel that straight girls have no place in "their" club. Prejudice bastards. But most were fun and cool, and one of the guys was dancing with us, and I just danced and spun around and had a blast.
It was amazing how little different things affected me. Things that normally would have made me blush, just seemed so usual to me. My mom and her bff went upstairs in the club then rushed back down to tell us that there was a guy giving another guy head. I reminded her it was loaded with extra rooms and space, and not to be surprised. My mother kept commenting on how she'd "never seen me like this" in response to my attitude (upbeat, I guess), my dancing (slutty and non-stop) and my words. I acted like I was with my friends... mostly because I was.
Why do we act different around our parents? I've recently adapted this fuck 'em all attitude, that I guess comes with age. Parts still have to kick in (for example what certain people think). For the first time that I can remember, I was dancing by myself and I was happy doing it. I'm the kinda girl that usually needs a guy to dance with... but I felt so comfortable just dancing and partying in my own little world.
I'm sure it sounds weird, and perverse, but I really had a great time.
Thanks to Andrea, Gayle, Megan, Rosie, Mom and Lisa for helping make it wonderful!
I've been thinking a lot about being a Republican lately. Not about becoming one, about the fact that I'm registered as one. I think we should get together and come up with a new party. "The Fence Walkers." We can take some Democratic sides (freedom to abort) and some Republican sides (don't over tax people because they've got money).
"Cass, you know it's 11:15, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
I've been reading Sky's journals for like 3 hours, catching up. He's not wholly related to my Queer as Folk fascination, but not completely unrelated either. He has posts that I find very eloquent, and that quite literally read like a book. He speaks of areas I know of, and grew up in, and of a life I envy at some times. Not unsatisfied with my life, but I'm unable to change my circumstances. Besides, who ever heard of a girl getting a sex change to become a gay man. It's unnecessary. Besides, I'm a pretty average girl, I'd be a hideous boy without TONS of surgery.
I'm waking up in six hours, and though my eyelids want sleep, my fingers want to reach out and scream to you. C'est la vie.
It was like a sea of beautiful, dancing, half naked men, that had no desire to touch my ass, just to kiss my cheek (on my face).
All this watching Queer as Folk has turned me into a monster. A gay-boy wanna be, if you will (minus the anal). So my Bachelorette party was Saturday, and I had a blast. Kevin went up to a friend's house in Port Saint Lucie (an hour and a half from here) and before leaving took me into the bedroom for a big kiss and a reminder. "Whatever happens tonight... have fun."
So I did.
We started out at a strip club, and what happens to Bachelorettes at strip clubs? They get to go on stage while naked boys dance on them. It's been my observation in life that most male strippers are into guys, not gals, and so I took the liberty of having fun while pointing out the gay cues our dancers left. Did I mention my recent homosexual fetish? Did I mention that half naked boys danced on me? It was amazing. When I got back down to the floor, I had my girls smell my arm while screaming "THIS IS WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE!!!"
We stayed there for a few hours, then headed to the Coliseum. I was in heaven. It's what prompted the quote: "It was like a sea of beautiful dancing half naked men, that had no desire to touch my ass, just to kiss my cheek." Of course there are the assholes who feel that straight girls have no place in "their" club. Prejudice bastards. But most were fun and cool, and one of the guys was dancing with us, and I just danced and spun around and had a blast.
It was amazing how little different things affected me. Things that normally would have made me blush, just seemed so usual to me. My mom and her bff went upstairs in the club then rushed back down to tell us that there was a guy giving another guy head. I reminded her it was loaded with extra rooms and space, and not to be surprised. My mother kept commenting on how she'd "never seen me like this" in response to my attitude (upbeat, I guess), my dancing (slutty and non-stop) and my words. I acted like I was with my friends... mostly because I was.
Why do we act different around our parents? I've recently adapted this fuck 'em all attitude, that I guess comes with age. Parts still have to kick in (for example what certain people think). For the first time that I can remember, I was dancing by myself and I was happy doing it. I'm the kinda girl that usually needs a guy to dance with... but I felt so comfortable just dancing and partying in my own little world.
I'm sure it sounds weird, and perverse, but I really had a great time.
Thanks to Andrea, Gayle, Megan, Rosie, Mom and Lisa for helping make it wonderful!
I've been thinking a lot about being a Republican lately. Not about becoming one, about the fact that I'm registered as one. I think we should get together and come up with a new party. "The Fence Walkers." We can take some Democratic sides (freedom to abort) and some Republican sides (don't over tax people because they've got money).
"Cass, you know it's 11:15, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
I've been reading Sky's journals for like 3 hours, catching up. He's not wholly related to my Queer as Folk fascination, but not completely unrelated either. He has posts that I find very eloquent, and that quite literally read like a book. He speaks of areas I know of, and grew up in, and of a life I envy at some times. Not unsatisfied with my life, but I'm unable to change my circumstances. Besides, who ever heard of a girl getting a sex change to become a gay man. It's unnecessary. Besides, I'm a pretty average girl, I'd be a hideous boy without TONS of surgery.
I'm waking up in six hours, and though my eyelids want sleep, my fingers want to reach out and scream to you. C'est la vie.