The Incredibly Sexy Adventures of Bev and Her New Gay Friends
I am so freaking glad I talked myself into going to the LGBT thing tonight. And then out. Because even though I have lessons tomorrow I will not regret meeting such epic people. I am sorry for all the straight people who have to miss out on meeting all these brilliant and wonderful people, although not too much because I want them all to myself.
To be honest, it's a bit odd being bi in such a group. On the one hand, this is like the only way I can meet girls, but on the other I have to sort of come out all over again, because the assumption is, obviously, lesbian. And when I told one guy I was bi, in response to his admission to being straight, he took that as an opportunity to dance with much sexiness. That is the only thing that influenced his decision, and not my dancing with him, or holding his arm when he put it up to my face, or responding to the dancing with much sexiness with my own sexy dancing, or leaning against him because he was warm and I like hugs, not at all. I did manage to escape eventually, and though my loins aren't talking to me at the moment for leading them on, my brain is eternally grateful.
And I also danced sexily with a sexy lady. Anyone who thinks fat people can't be sexy is dead wrong, she's like twice the size of me, but because of the way she holds herself she's also twice as sexy as she'll ever be. Side note: the amount of times you use the word "sexy" becomes really obvious when your x key is sticky. I escaped there by giggling whenever it got too sexy.
Okay, actually I grinded (ground?) with a few other people as well, but they were gay, so it was only pretend grinding. And anyone who knows me knows how much I love the pretend-flirting stuff. I basically live and breathe it. Which causes problems when you've found the one straight guy in LGBTSocial. FML.
Oh, and a guy walked me home. He's lovely. And the cutest thing in existence.
SO YEAH. I'll be doing that again for sure. Though not regularly, and other socs come first. Because, lol, don't want to define existence by sexuality! Also want diversity in friendship group. And to occasionally lead on men and leave them UNSATISFIED and WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME.
Look, it's late, alright?
To be honest, it's a bit odd being bi in such a group. On the one hand, this is like the only way I can meet girls, but on the other I have to sort of come out all over again, because the assumption is, obviously, lesbian. And when I told one guy I was bi, in response to his admission to being straight, he took that as an opportunity to dance with much sexiness. That is the only thing that influenced his decision, and not my dancing with him, or holding his arm when he put it up to my face, or responding to the dancing with much sexiness with my own sexy dancing, or leaning against him because he was warm and I like hugs, not at all. I did manage to escape eventually, and though my loins aren't talking to me at the moment for leading them on, my brain is eternally grateful.
And I also danced sexily with a sexy lady. Anyone who thinks fat people can't be sexy is dead wrong, she's like twice the size of me, but because of the way she holds herself she's also twice as sexy as she'll ever be. Side note: the amount of times you use the word "sexy" becomes really obvious when your x key is sticky. I escaped there by giggling whenever it got too sexy.
Okay, actually I grinded (ground?) with a few other people as well, but they were gay, so it was only pretend grinding. And anyone who knows me knows how much I love the pretend-flirting stuff. I basically live and breathe it. Which causes problems when you've found the one straight guy in LGBTSocial. FML.
Oh, and a guy walked me home. He's lovely. And the cutest thing in existence.
SO YEAH. I'll be doing that again for sure. Though not regularly, and other socs come first. Because, lol, don't want to define existence by sexuality! Also want diversity in friendship group. And to occasionally lead on men and leave them UNSATISFIED and WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME.
Look, it's late, alright?