A Kiss with a Fist
I was with a group of friends at a local bar/restaurant about a week ago. We all know each other through the kink scene and we were there to say goodbye to L, who hasn't been in Colorado very long, but is such an incredible person, she'd become a much-loved fixture in the scene.
I went into the women's room and walked past a woman who was standing at the sink, talking to her friend who was in one of the stalls. I used the other stall and came out while they were still chatting. They were chatting about their hair. One had just washed hers that day and (I am not making this up) could not do a thing with it. Freshly-washed hair is so difficult to style! They both strongly agreed on this point and were sharing some coping tips, both now standing by one of the sinks. I stood at a sink to wash my hands, shiny head all uncovered, feeling really snarky and dykey and a little alien, but didn't say anything. I turned to dry my hands as my friend E walked into the bathroom. Ahh, there's my comfort zone! She and I have known each other for a few years now and played a few times and she's fun and cute.
I barked "What the fuck are you lookin' at?" at her. The women at the sinks froze. E started to say, "Hi Sa..." and I was lunging out to grab her neck and slam her up against a wall. She held her arms in front of her and blurted out, "That belongs to G!" I pointed at her neck and raised my eyebrows. She nodded. I said, "Oops, sorry. I didn't realize. I'll try to remember that." She nodded and walked towards a stall. The nice straight ladies were still standing there. I heard one of them whisper to the other, "I thought she was talking to me!" As E opened the door to a stall I asked, "Is it still OK for me to slap the shit out of you?" She nodded happily and shut the door so she could pee. I said, "Ossim! See ya!" and walked out.
I would love to have heard what the nice straight girls told their friends when they got back to their table.
I went into the women's room and walked past a woman who was standing at the sink, talking to her friend who was in one of the stalls. I used the other stall and came out while they were still chatting. They were chatting about their hair. One had just washed hers that day and (I am not making this up) could not do a thing with it. Freshly-washed hair is so difficult to style! They both strongly agreed on this point and were sharing some coping tips, both now standing by one of the sinks. I stood at a sink to wash my hands, shiny head all uncovered, feeling really snarky and dykey and a little alien, but didn't say anything. I turned to dry my hands as my friend E walked into the bathroom. Ahh, there's my comfort zone! She and I have known each other for a few years now and played a few times and she's fun and cute.
I barked "What the fuck are you lookin' at?" at her. The women at the sinks froze. E started to say, "Hi Sa..." and I was lunging out to grab her neck and slam her up against a wall. She held her arms in front of her and blurted out, "That belongs to G!" I pointed at her neck and raised my eyebrows. She nodded. I said, "Oops, sorry. I didn't realize. I'll try to remember that." She nodded and walked towards a stall. The nice straight ladies were still standing there. I heard one of them whisper to the other, "I thought she was talking to me!" As E opened the door to a stall I asked, "Is it still OK for me to slap the shit out of you?" She nodded happily and shut the door so she could pee. I said, "Ossim! See ya!" and walked out.
I would love to have heard what the nice straight girls told their friends when they got back to their table.