sistawendy | I can't believe I forgot to post about a hot lesbian in her underwear.

Before all the parties on Saturday night, I went out to lunch with the Siberian Siren at B&O, whose days as a restaurant on Capitol Hill are sadly numbered thanks to developers. Talking to the SS about the drama that is my love life, it seems that the SS is all about having the power in a relationship. Me? I'm all about liberté, fraternité, egalité, peace, love, and kim chi in relationships; that's one of the reasons I'm grateful that my transsexuality destroyed my marriage. I guess I'm glad the SS is my friend and not my girlfriend, and I'm hoping her outlook is unusual.

We went through some of her many closets, where I played the anal brute and told her which clothes she should get rid of. Sometime she listened to me, and sometimes she didn't. She accumulated a pile of about a dozen outfits that she wanted to try on for further investigation. I got to watch this gorgeous woman get into and out of them while I did my nails with her nail polish (OPI Russian Navy - heh). Girly girls? Us? Hell yes.