cross posted in myspaz land
Soulla (the wife) and I went out last night to smoke some straight pole… Though by 12:30am that looked impossible since the gays had taken over and kept taking us from gay bar to gay bar…2 and half hours we still hadn't seen any remotely straight pole, much less had a chance to smoke it. I took action like only I could, I started chanting "I want to smoke some straight pole" this action made the gays cringe with embarrassment so they decided to take us to the mustang on the proviso we come back to the gay hub of dancing at 3am. Off we trotted to the straight bar, it was amazing, it was made for breeding, the music was at a level you could talk over it…even on the dance floor, it was hot so the place smelt of warm beer burps and pheromones and the light was bright enough for everyone to be visible yet not distinguishable.
The only problem was the fact we had been dancing with super hot well groomed men, now we were dancing with smelly not so hot men, that's the price for liking the cock and being a girl I guess. Not long in, a small blonde haired English bloke asked Soulla and I if we would like to talk to his friends…it was like being in high school, I felt young and alive again! Before we could stop laughing his two friends came over and started chatting to us. Blocking the little fella out of the picture, I can only assume this is some kind of male pack thing. After a short intro and chat the guys started wrestling, this was a little weird but Soulla filled me into the fact that men do this to show us how manly and strong they are. Before Soulla and I could stop laughing they had finished there manly display and were back to talking to us, The guy I was talking to started telling me how much Australia sucks and how backward we were…which to tell you the truth was kind of hot, it only got hotter as he started to tell me the price of everything he was wearing, made smoking by the look on his face when I told him everything I was wearing cost less then his shoes.
This completely thrilling conversation was cut short when I looked behind me to see a guy in a brown shirt chasing James with a fist, I ran between brown shirted throw back and James to try and diffuse the situation, James then started telling me what was going on which caused a flock of beer breathed throw backs to then try and save me from him. This gang up on the "big gay" in a straight club in this day and age is fucking disgraceful! When we got him out of there and into a taxi, James told me what happened up to me seeing brown shirted throw back chasing him. James was dancing with a very attractive girl on a podium and some throw back tried to pull him off to dance with said girl, neither the Girl or James wanted that option so they kept dancing , then a bottle hit James in the head, it hurt but James isn't a fighter (even though he is 6ftsomething and 3 foot across the shoulders) so he kept on dancing, this enraged the non-pole smoking throwback so he grabbed James' legs and pulled him off the podium, James narrowly missed having his head cracked open on the podium, yet still didn't fight back, just got up and moved away. What kind of "MAN" after repetitive violence with nothing in return keeps going at someone?
Other then that the night was awesome…except for no straight pole was smoked.
The only problem was the fact we had been dancing with super hot well groomed men, now we were dancing with smelly not so hot men, that's the price for liking the cock and being a girl I guess. Not long in, a small blonde haired English bloke asked Soulla and I if we would like to talk to his friends…it was like being in high school, I felt young and alive again! Before we could stop laughing his two friends came over and started chatting to us. Blocking the little fella out of the picture, I can only assume this is some kind of male pack thing. After a short intro and chat the guys started wrestling, this was a little weird but Soulla filled me into the fact that men do this to show us how manly and strong they are. Before Soulla and I could stop laughing they had finished there manly display and were back to talking to us, The guy I was talking to started telling me how much Australia sucks and how backward we were…which to tell you the truth was kind of hot, it only got hotter as he started to tell me the price of everything he was wearing, made smoking by the look on his face when I told him everything I was wearing cost less then his shoes.
This completely thrilling conversation was cut short when I looked behind me to see a guy in a brown shirt chasing James with a fist, I ran between brown shirted throw back and James to try and diffuse the situation, James then started telling me what was going on which caused a flock of beer breathed throw backs to then try and save me from him. This gang up on the "big gay" in a straight club in this day and age is fucking disgraceful! When we got him out of there and into a taxi, James told me what happened up to me seeing brown shirted throw back chasing him. James was dancing with a very attractive girl on a podium and some throw back tried to pull him off to dance with said girl, neither the Girl or James wanted that option so they kept dancing , then a bottle hit James in the head, it hurt but James isn't a fighter (even though he is 6ftsomething and 3 foot across the shoulders) so he kept on dancing, this enraged the non-pole smoking throwback so he grabbed James' legs and pulled him off the podium, James narrowly missed having his head cracked open on the podium, yet still didn't fight back, just got up and moved away. What kind of "MAN" after repetitive violence with nothing in return keeps going at someone?
Other then that the night was awesome…except for no straight pole was smoked.