I worked on writing papers and translating and tax stuff all Saturday Rook and Moomin were off at the Acrobat and Pilot's ranch, camping. I was going to be a hermit but then it turned out Chula was free to hang out.
I took the train up to the city... C. cooked me dinner... and we went to meet up with this nice-sounding leatherdaddy sort of dude, Earl, at the P0wer Exchange. I looked at his yahoo profile and he was cute, and gave off the aura of old-school bi-queerishness pansexualness that makes me feel really comfortable. And it turned out this was correct and Earl knows like everyone I knew from that scene in the 90s but he was out of town the exact years that I was living here.
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Look how nice I am. I'm putting the (not very explicit) details behind a cut tag. Don't look if you don't want to know.
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Horrors, it was $75 to get in for guys ! so Earl had left us a message to meet him at the C1tadel instead. I had been wanting to go to the Power X. for a while as I like its murky, sleazy atmosphere and how it seems sexily dystopian. I'm not sure how to describe why this is attractive but it really is. While the C1tadel, well, I've only been there once and it's a cool space with lots of places to play, but the "community-friendly" aspect of it means there is an awful lot of standing around eating julienned jicama and making chatty small talk (which is nice too in its place, but not encouraging for the fey, edgy feeling of picking up some stranger).
I was irritated by the dorky challenge of the door guy at the C1tadel. Sheesh. Yes we want to come in. Yes we know what kind of party it is. What we were supposed to do to prove our worth to enter, I have no idea. The secret password? The average airspeed of a European swallow if it is wearing leather pants? Then, ponderously, he said something super dumb like "Oh, I won't twist your arm..." or something like that... "...unless, that is, you WANT me to..." Wink wink. *Shudder* Why was he such a dick? Chula and I brushed past him like disdainful cheerleaders on their way past the geek table in the cafeteria. It might be okay to flirt if you are the doorperson for a sex party, but just not okay when you first act all surprised, then challenge the legitimacy of the women trying to come in, and then you try awkwardly to hit on them. As if we'd have to show our tits, or blow him, to prove our sincere community involvement or how we're not poseurs?
But then the party was super full and people seemed quite nice and fun. It was a little Society of J4nus-y, as C. had predicted. But salted well with people who didn't necessarily fit into that Thing or at least didn't seem that way right away to me. which was nice.
The dude, Earl, was all leathered up and looked nice without a shirt. Chula, of course, was heart stoppingly awesomely gorgeous. There is no way to describe this unless you know the scene but there is a certain uniformity to the fetishwear, so that some people are in leather, some in black vinyl, maybe a few red accents, girly girls in black lace corsets... everyone seems very Serious and Earnest, or like they're trying hard to radiate grim competence... like if they ever broke out of role or dropped the handcuff keys, they'd sink right down into Hell from embarrassment... and then like lipstick on a grey foggy day you get Chulita, the pink explosion of hotness, striding around in her shiny pink vinyl pants, pink fishnet "shirt" and tall red patent leather platform heels... she looked so splendid! I was cute, but just average-cute, in my leather shorts, stompy boots, and same old leather crop-top with the snaps down the front... and my ridiculously butchy-campy baseball hat. Me and Earl found the perfect spot to play and we chained C. up to it on her hands and knees.
Let a merciful curtain be drawn over what then transpired, but I was describing it to Squid, who nodded sagely and said "Hmm, chinese fingercuffs!"
And then the whole "pony" thing, really, there are no words for how funny and sexy and silly it was.
The dude was a fun co-top. I am a way better co-top than topping alone, perhaps this is also true for everything I do that I like collaborating with multiple people for the cool synergy; i have better ideas and get bolder, and more showy-offy.
I miss the old faerie crowd because they would have enjoyed that no end and they always play with a sense of humor and intelligence. (As opposed to the ultra-serious technique-wonks who I respect for their intense experiences and skills.. they can do amazing things... but... a little playful silliness, it's so great.)
The Power X. will have to wait for another time... I will wallow in its friendly yet furtive squalor...
There-- I got the gist of it across without being super explicit or making anyone's eyeballs fall out from overshare.
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