P-town Travels
As Beth would say: "SWEET TWENTY-FIVE POUND BABY JESUS!" I'm addicted to P-town! Definitely going to have to go back : )
For starters, this week was Bear Week. I didn't know what to make of the scene. Usually, I spend time at Gallery and Mirabar and see nothing but stick-thin, or slender and built men fluttering or dancing about shirtless. It took a little while to adjust to the prominency of the bear culture. I've nothing against it...it's just that I'm rarely exposed to this. Actually, I think it's a wonderful thing to celebrate the human body in its natural state.
Too bad Wes, his mother, Christian, and I didn't have enough time to explore everything yesterday. Covered maybe a half of P-town in eight hours, and even then, we were rushing in and out of stores and barely had time to enjoy the sights. I brought home a few new books from various discount bookstores, a few necklaces, an awesome celtic cross set with a small rainbow stone (what else would you expect?), and some awesome memories.
First of all, there's this incredible store called Toys of Eros. If you've been to Amazing Superstores, you'd love this place. Dildos of all shapes and sizes, colors, and materials. Glass. Plastic. Rubber. Too bad I didn't find the solid gold one I'd been told about the day before. Jacqui, they had something you'd have loved--a dancer pole kit. Wasn't much else to see other than sub-standard porn since there was a massive sale. The entire store had been practically cleaned out!
I also bought this ridiculous hat from the marine surplus store. Emboridered on the front, in gold, are two words: Bad Girl. It was impulsive and awfully fun. Well, something had happened about 10 minutes later. Of course, I'm wearing the hat backwards, the visor hanging over the bakc of my neck, when this woman comes up to me from behind (clearly a lesbian) and says "Hey there good lookin'! You're an adorable little butchie." I laughed a little, turned around and told her I was a guy. She apologized and moved on. I was a little flushed, but then I realized what I was wearing: a backwards cap, slightly baggy jeans, a snug black printed tee, and a sling bag over my shoulder with a strap going across the middle of my chest, producing the illusion of cleavage. I made my way across the street, back to where everyone was. Of course, I had to tell them what happened!
Why do I so easily attract women and not men no matter what I look like? Why?
Towards the end of the afternoon, we happened upon a group of guys wearing nothing but short white towels, handing out card for their show that night. Something having to do with a naked boys chorus line that cost $25 to see. Can't tell you much about the events, since they were late night and we were gone by 8:30.
I also posted a couple of pictures and an adorable video on facebook. I used the remainder of my phone memory that way I could keep a few more memories at hand. Enjoy : )
For starters, this week was Bear Week. I didn't know what to make of the scene. Usually, I spend time at Gallery and Mirabar and see nothing but stick-thin, or slender and built men fluttering or dancing about shirtless. It took a little while to adjust to the prominency of the bear culture. I've nothing against it...it's just that I'm rarely exposed to this. Actually, I think it's a wonderful thing to celebrate the human body in its natural state.
Too bad Wes, his mother, Christian, and I didn't have enough time to explore everything yesterday. Covered maybe a half of P-town in eight hours, and even then, we were rushing in and out of stores and barely had time to enjoy the sights. I brought home a few new books from various discount bookstores, a few necklaces, an awesome celtic cross set with a small rainbow stone (what else would you expect?), and some awesome memories.
First of all, there's this incredible store called Toys of Eros. If you've been to Amazing Superstores, you'd love this place. Dildos of all shapes and sizes, colors, and materials. Glass. Plastic. Rubber. Too bad I didn't find the solid gold one I'd been told about the day before. Jacqui, they had something you'd have loved--a dancer pole kit. Wasn't much else to see other than sub-standard porn since there was a massive sale. The entire store had been practically cleaned out!
I also bought this ridiculous hat from the marine surplus store. Emboridered on the front, in gold, are two words: Bad Girl. It was impulsive and awfully fun. Well, something had happened about 10 minutes later. Of course, I'm wearing the hat backwards, the visor hanging over the bakc of my neck, when this woman comes up to me from behind (clearly a lesbian) and says "Hey there good lookin'! You're an adorable little butchie." I laughed a little, turned around and told her I was a guy. She apologized and moved on. I was a little flushed, but then I realized what I was wearing: a backwards cap, slightly baggy jeans, a snug black printed tee, and a sling bag over my shoulder with a strap going across the middle of my chest, producing the illusion of cleavage. I made my way across the street, back to where everyone was. Of course, I had to tell them what happened!
Why do I so easily attract women and not men no matter what I look like? Why?
Towards the end of the afternoon, we happened upon a group of guys wearing nothing but short white towels, handing out card for their show that night. Something having to do with a naked boys chorus line that cost $25 to see. Can't tell you much about the events, since they were late night and we were gone by 8:30.
I also posted a couple of pictures and an adorable video on facebook. I used the remainder of my phone memory that way I could keep a few more memories at hand. Enjoy : )