less tomorrows than yesterdays
i went to a "goth" club last night. it was kind of nice to be able to wear all my bondage cuffs and bracelets and big combat boots and ripped fishnets and pleather miniskirt and not feel outcasted. i was tipsy on red wine even before i set foot in the club and proceeded to dart through the smoke machine black swirling crowd all night, flirting shamelessly with delectable boys clad in vinyl and mesh. the band hit on me and so did a couple of old friends i hadn't seen in years that happened to be there. it was strange because i met these guys through my brother and they've always known me as the little sister character. last night it was as if they suddenly realized for the first time that i'm all grown up. i don't think they were spending much time thinking of me as my brother's little sister as they rested their hands on my thigh or slid their fingertips down my bare back. funny how things change, isn't it?