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a weekend with ladies
Apr. 7th, 2019 10:14 amHung out with Ladies in Black in the far south end. I brought up what is either a brilliant idea or a terrible one, inspired by an anecdote from Faith Naff on Twitter. A lot of the hate rhetoric that our elders, especially, are getting indoctrinated with doesn't survive personal contact with the target groups. The trouble, especially for trans people, is that being where the indoctrinated people are is either impractical, dangerous, or both. So how about Dial-a-Trans? Dial-a-Queer? Or Dial-a-Muslim? It would have to be video calls only, I think; anonymity breeds contempt. And how to protect against harassers and DOS attacks? Do we recruit designated Secret Agents of Cool in Trumpland whom we trust at the business end of this service? Clearly this needs some thinking through and experimentation, but I'm not ready to give up on it yet.
But what I really wanted to post about was last night's date, my third with the Proprietress. Just to get it out of the way, it didn't quite end the way third dates are famous for ending, but I will tell you this: she's an excellent kisser. And she has a weird knack for saying what I'm thinking. Aaand she made an excellent choice in wearing something that shows off her shoulders. Oh my. Is this new relationship energy? To a degree, I'm sure, but she's different in a lot of wonderful ways. And she's crystal clear about what she wants and how she wants it - I gotta love a toppy lawyer, apparently - which happens to fit in pretty well with what I want.
But what did we actually do? Pizza & drinks at Little Maria's, being social with all the people gathered in their finery, though I feel a little guilty for monopolizing my date. I hope she didn't mind. Then downstairs to Kremwerk for the Sin night. Excellent eye candy ("I think we're looking at the same person." "How can you not?") and as the Proprietress and I agreed, a pretty good DJ. Then I took her back to her place around midnight. I love that a gay makeout has now occurred in my ex's car because I am fifteen years old.
From the Dept. of Cosmic Hilarity: I ran into not one but three people I know last night while I was on my date, one of whom was on SRS BSNS, as I learned later, and two co-workers. That's right: people I work with have now seen me in a latex dress with my lipstick kissed off. I blushed.
But what I really wanted to post about was last night's date, my third with the Proprietress. Just to get it out of the way, it didn't quite end the way third dates are famous for ending, but I will tell you this: she's an excellent kisser. And she has a weird knack for saying what I'm thinking. Aaand she made an excellent choice in wearing something that shows off her shoulders. Oh my. Is this new relationship energy? To a degree, I'm sure, but she's different in a lot of wonderful ways. And she's crystal clear about what she wants and how she wants it - I gotta love a toppy lawyer, apparently - which happens to fit in pretty well with what I want.
But what did we actually do? Pizza & drinks at Little Maria's, being social with all the people gathered in their finery, though I feel a little guilty for monopolizing my date. I hope she didn't mind. Then downstairs to Kremwerk for the Sin night. Excellent eye candy ("I think we're looking at the same person." "How can you not?") and as the Proprietress and I agreed, a pretty good DJ. Then I took her back to her place around midnight. I love that a gay makeout has now occurred in my ex's car because I am fifteen years old.
From the Dept. of Cosmic Hilarity: I ran into not one but three people I know last night while I was on my date, one of whom was on SRS BSNS, as I learned later, and two co-workers. That's right: people I work with have now seen me in a latex dress with my lipstick kissed off. I blushed.
