on the road hangin' by a song
January: never wanted a secondhand life
February: you’ve got two empty halves of a coconut and you’re bangin’ ‘em together
March: i’m a punch line who’s punch drunk
April: when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro
May: . . . and now you’re marked as used
June: folded up like paper dolls and little notes
July: i shall serve no fries before their time
August: we sure are in for a show tonight
September: just one ostrich, well aimed. nothing really
October: she swore out the lights when she damned herself to sleep
November: come and dance with me michael
December: on the road and hangin‘ by a song
Oh. SO emo. Ouch. My year (except for October) wasn’t all that bad, honestly.
So, Vegas, right? I just don’t really have the words. The Panic! show in, grammar_glamour‘s words, was “bananas.” And, yeah. Okay, so you expect the gay; you just don’t expect them to bring the gay so hard that it hurts a little bit. Like, when Brendon stalks Ryan across the stage muttering about “that one dream you have about your lover in a field of flowers *grope grope*” before clarifying for us that “this is NOT that dream; this one has more FUCKING,” as he launches into “Lying is the Most Fun.” This is followed by Brendan groping himself and LICKING his hand afterward; a Brendon/Ryan kiss; Brendon on his knees for Ryan as he continues with his monologue about that lover, mumbling something about marriage, before prancing off into “I Write Sins.”
And you would think that the weekend couldn’t get any better/gayer after that, but you would be wrong, because there wasn’t any ACTUAL sex happening on stage. That would have to wait until Saturday night, which was when we went to a party at the Aladdin that just, oh Jesus, would not end, before we went to Krave and saw the Live Gay Sex Show.
That’s right.
There were guys--two porn stars, as it turns out--on the stage (late, this is 2 am-ish) and they just went at it for a while. There was tea bagging and frottage and oral over jock straps and kissing and groping and . . . DVD tossing at the end of it. We didn’t get any, but apparently one of them was filmed in Lebanon, and there was police bribery and shit. (I have to write “Patrick is Caught Unawares at a Sex Show” now. Seriously.)
Today, we saw Blood Diamond, and I’ll probably have more thoughts on it later.
Needless to say, this trip rivals only my trip to Phoenix last March to visit horizon_greene for 1) inspiration and 2) fun and 3) fandom squeals.
grammar_glamour, thank you for making my holidays a little bit more glittery and gay this year. I‘m not entirely sure that I want to go home.
For my Flist: The drabble meme! Give me a character or a pairing and a prompt and I will write you a drabble (or more) before the New Year.
February: you’ve got two empty halves of a coconut and you’re bangin’ ‘em together
March: i’m a punch line who’s punch drunk
April: when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro
May: . . . and now you’re marked as used
June: folded up like paper dolls and little notes
July: i shall serve no fries before their time
August: we sure are in for a show tonight
September: just one ostrich, well aimed. nothing really
October: she swore out the lights when she damned herself to sleep
November: come and dance with me michael
December: on the road and hangin‘ by a song
Oh. SO emo. Ouch. My year (except for October) wasn’t all that bad, honestly.
So, Vegas, right? I just don’t really have the words. The Panic! show in, grammar_glamour‘s words, was “bananas.” And, yeah. Okay, so you expect the gay; you just don’t expect them to bring the gay so hard that it hurts a little bit. Like, when Brendon stalks Ryan across the stage muttering about “that one dream you have about your lover in a field of flowers *grope grope*” before clarifying for us that “this is NOT that dream; this one has more FUCKING,” as he launches into “Lying is the Most Fun.” This is followed by Brendan groping himself and LICKING his hand afterward; a Brendon/Ryan kiss; Brendon on his knees for Ryan as he continues with his monologue about that lover, mumbling something about marriage, before prancing off into “I Write Sins.”
And you would think that the weekend couldn’t get any better/gayer after that, but you would be wrong, because there wasn’t any ACTUAL sex happening on stage. That would have to wait until Saturday night, which was when we went to a party at the Aladdin that just, oh Jesus, would not end, before we went to Krave and saw the Live Gay Sex Show.
That’s right.
There were guys--two porn stars, as it turns out--on the stage (late, this is 2 am-ish) and they just went at it for a while. There was tea bagging and frottage and oral over jock straps and kissing and groping and . . . DVD tossing at the end of it. We didn’t get any, but apparently one of them was filmed in Lebanon, and there was police bribery and shit. (I have to write “Patrick is Caught Unawares at a Sex Show” now. Seriously.)
Today, we saw Blood Diamond, and I’ll probably have more thoughts on it later.
Needless to say, this trip rivals only my trip to Phoenix last March to visit horizon_greene for 1) inspiration and 2) fun and 3) fandom squeals.
grammar_glamour, thank you for making my holidays a little bit more glittery and gay this year. I‘m not entirely sure that I want to go home.
For my Flist: The drabble meme! Give me a character or a pairing and a prompt and I will write you a drabble (or more) before the New Year.