dance bar / show bar

Well, that was…unlike other nights I've spent outside of my house. I went to a kick-ass gay dance club, watched cute guys hook up, got hijacked by some girlie gay girls (whoo!) and ended up hanging out with strippers in what apparently passes for a classy strip club, tipping with another woman's money. And no one I met could get over the fact that I write porn. And the person I'm supposed to e-mail a fic link to? Her name is LANA. She's about the most anti-SV!Lana you can get without giving her a big penis, but that's her real name, apparently. And I tripped on broken cement and hurt my ankle again, requiring me to sit in my car and not-cry for a while before driving home, but otherwise I'm pretty much unscathed. Well, except my hair stinks of cigarettes. And I lost my chignon chopstick thing somewhere. But I did get to give a stripper someone else's dollar bills out of my cleavage, so that was all to the good.

This was probably all a mistake, but not a particularly grievous one. Oddly enough, as much as I enjoyed myself, I can see why Mr. Glove doesn't want to go to tittie bars. It's so much more fun to be there as a girl. The women on stage don't like the men in the audience. Period.

And, yes, if you're keeping track, this is at least a partially drunken post.

ETA: Oh, and apparently, you can drink all night if you bring your own booze. Also, tittie bars in TN are full frontal. And, um, backal. And everything in between. But I maintain that adult women should have some pubic hair, because otherwise it's creepy.

random / willful misinterpretations and forced subtext / dog pic

Mr. Glove called me to check up on the dog, as well as to find out what the hell I thought I was doing, running around with rowdy dykes and professional naked ladies all night. I think he expected me to be more, well, not awake yet. The pain from my twisted ankle (and the cigarette stench of my hair) kept waking me up, though, so I actually only slept about four hours before just giving in and getting up.

I've been a fan of Peter Straub off and on since I was a kid. My favorites are the Underhill/Blue Rose/Millhaven books: Koko, Mystery, The Throat, and the creepy novella, Blue Rose. Now there's a fourth book, lost boy, lost girl. I'm assuming this came out in hardcover at one point, but I've only discovered it now that it's in paper. One of the main characters is a very handsome 15-year-old boy. I keep waiting for him to do something porny. In fact, I am reading it with the wrongheaded conviction that he will do something porny, preferably with his best friend. Right now, he's just skateboarding a lot, becoming curious about the abandoned house in his neighborhood, and writing e-mails to his uncle, but I'm counting on him backing his friend up against a rough brick wall and jerking them both off as they exchange sloppy kisses and hope they don't get caught. There's nothing in the text to suggest this, but I'm just so sure...

Found a really good picture of the dog, for those who care to look at pictures of other people's dogs: ( obadiah )