A Night Out – Getting Back to My Gay Roots Kinda

December 13, 2008

It’s been a tumultuous week somewhat. Work has me going like crazy to prepare for a myriad of over-priced, yet exceedingly dull holiday parties and Rae calls it quits on our D/s relationship (we’re still a friend force to be reckoned with!). And yet…everything is ok because I went clubbing last night at a rockin lesbian bar and had a supremely good time.

So, this post is about Hot Guys Making Out, Outrageously Convincing Trannies, and How My Hair Gets the Girls. You will find no content here.

Hot Guys Making Out
– I don’t seek out gay male porn. Not ever. In fact, if a small ad shows up on the screen of other porn, then I scrap the site and move on. But I cannot deny the hotness of watching two guys making out in person. When my friend and I got to The FAB Lounge, the lesbians there were almost like lifeless props for the greater show that was two gorgeous gay young men eating face on the couch across the room. It was the kind of face sucking that seemed drug induced – the passion and force with which these men were tearing at each other was relentless and almost violent. They literally had to stop for me to carry on with the rest of my evening…and carry on I did..

Outrageously Convincing Trannies – I’ve seen my share of HBO specials and I have been to enough fetish events to see my share of what DC has to offer in leather-clad transsexuals. Last night, I met a young man who just blew me away. The hair was perfect, the make up was far beyond my ability and the fashion was hot and on point. He was totally friendly and all about my dancing skills. I recall doing a few of those up-down scans of him when he sauntered by; the lady friend who went with me to the club and I both expressed our jealousy and utter perplextion for what might be attraction to this person. Hm.

How My Hair Gets the Girls – I have an afro and it is large. When men see me they call me Macy Gray and smile and wink and walk away. When women see me, they HAVE to touch it and ask about it. And before I know it, I’m dancing and I get the odd “your hair is gorgeous” or “I’ve never seen hair like that” whispered into my ear followed by some very R rated dancing that makes me blush and giggle sheepishly just to recall.

There was also extreme Drinking, Groping and Drunk Dialing, otherwise known as topics I’m not proud or sober enough to expand upon.

I also had the best chai latte of my life at Soho near Dupont. Jesus.


  1. I gotta say I was unimpressed with the chai at Soho.

    Open City, Tryst, the Dav, and Firehook make the best chais in this city 😀

  2. No kidding, I loved that chai!!

    I’d be willing to try some other places tho..are you sure those weren’t laced with anything?

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