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thebrokenarrows[first off - there hasn't been this much Bastille echoing around our head since Hiccup days in the spring. haha. ever since running up the alpine loop with Poe &co., it's been in the back of our head]
last night bb and I went to our first burlesque show. something we've been wanting to do since we moved here, and we actually got a chance because it rained so much that ren fest was postponed til next weekend. lucky us!
so we went and after the initial hour or so of obnoxious loud music that began to hurt my ears, i had a great time. i was worried for a bit though. so i pulled out all the stops lol. shrugged on our beloved giant leather trenchcoat [lambskin, old as hell, beat all to shit and perfect, one of the buttons popped off on the walk back to the car tonight]. bought a shot of Jack. [tried bb's rum and coke and wow it was actually really good] between that and the cigarette smoke and the loud blaring music and club lighting, Kris rolled up like a kettle boiling over, the way he always feels.
and he and i swapped places beside mason all night. it got to the point where the music was just too loud for me and it would start to make me panicky and i Did Not Want to leave. [i remember continually saying "why the fuck can't I just do this and enjoy it like a normal person" and then laughing and feeling a little sick because Bird said those exact words to me a week ago in the back of her car] so Kris just. stood in front of me. his senses are used to blaring music and screeching electric guitar. and drunk laughter. he's triggered up/anchored out by sights and sounds of clubs. disco balls glinting in the darkness, LED light patterns on the floor, the feeling of sitting at a stool, the clink of bottles.
the crowd was actually the perfect size, not too big or too small. the view was good. there was a couple in front of us [the man waxed his bald head but let his beard grow wild] who kissed and snuggled the whole time, then when the host asked single people to raise their hands, both of them did. hahaha. kris and I raised an interested eyebrow at that.
but anyway. the show was fantastic. the girls were gorgeous and all of their acts were so entertaining. it was really professional and classy and felt like, once I was able to handle the Party Atmosphere that usually is so hard for me, really felt like a good atmosphere. even when people were drunk and yelling at girls [or Rebel the token guy HAHA] to take it off, it felt respectful and all in good fun. not degrading at all. all the girls were there for the fun of it and clearly LOVED doing what they do. we actually knew a couple of the girls. Megan [soft eyes, cute shy face and a fluffy cascade of red hair] and Lindsay [SUPER tall and mega hot, but never took her clothes off, only sang and played ukelele] are friends of bb's. he repeatedly bemoans his boners for both of them hahahhaa. and they were both great omg.
but my favorite two were this tiny little black girl named Blair Harley [how can you be that small and have that much ass holy SHIT, and homegirl dance like she'd been possessed, had this evil glint in her eye and fat pouty lips and fluffy hair and hnnnghhhh] and a tall white girl named Ophelia Poptart [u heard me right, she had the words Pop Tart tattooed on the backs of her thighs] who reminded me so much of Bird in her physique that it made me physically ache hahaha. she out of all of them got as close to completely naked as the law would let her allow LOL. just a tiny little string bikini bottom and tiny pasties. i would have devoured her. and i would have let Blair personally destroy me and send me to hell lol. WORTH IT. godddd GOD i am a sucker for small bodied women.
i loved them all and that was so much the fun of it, there were girls from 100 to 300 pounds there probably and they ALL looked so hot. and 90% of the hotness was in their CONFIDENCE and their HAPPINESS. nothing turns me on more than a girl shamelessly loving being in her own body. finding herself as delicious as the rest of us do. yes yes yes. and that's what they all worked to exude for that show because they KNOW WHAT'S UP FUQ YEAH.
if u ever want to see strippers do urself a favor and hit up a burlesque show instead. because god damn. what a great thing that is to exist in the world. all kinds of ladies [and one dude LOL!] showing off their COLOSSAL sexual power, and the tight grip in which they command it. super duper fun.
so long story short, burlesque is so awesome, bars and stuff are SO hard for me to go to but I want to go to things that are held there often enough to get help with handling them. and Kris is never going to fucking say no when you ask him to come help front in exchange for a shot of whiskey and two hours of titties. like seriously.
also? i'm pretty sure our single shot of Jack cost FIVE DOLLARS. JESUS CHRIST. why does anyone go to bars to drink.
so THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED last night haha. it was very good. good times. that cheered us up after a few hours of feeling rly misplaced and sad because we finally spent time with another system, our beloved House of Leaves and existing in mutual understanding of what it's like to be Many every day, and then going home to my caring but very very neurotypical singlet boyfriend. who wants to help but doesn't... definitely doesn't care about anyone in the System but me and that's rather deeply upsetting, but you can't make someone care about something that they don't. but it is what it is and there were some good talks had before we went inside and got distracted by naked women hahaha. A+
last night bb and I went to our first burlesque show. something we've been wanting to do since we moved here, and we actually got a chance because it rained so much that ren fest was postponed til next weekend. lucky us!
so we went and after the initial hour or so of obnoxious loud music that began to hurt my ears, i had a great time. i was worried for a bit though. so i pulled out all the stops lol. shrugged on our beloved giant leather trenchcoat [lambskin, old as hell, beat all to shit and perfect, one of the buttons popped off on the walk back to the car tonight]. bought a shot of Jack. [tried bb's rum and coke and wow it was actually really good] between that and the cigarette smoke and the loud blaring music and club lighting, Kris rolled up like a kettle boiling over, the way he always feels.
and he and i swapped places beside mason all night. it got to the point where the music was just too loud for me and it would start to make me panicky and i Did Not Want to leave. [i remember continually saying "why the fuck can't I just do this and enjoy it like a normal person" and then laughing and feeling a little sick because Bird said those exact words to me a week ago in the back of her car] so Kris just. stood in front of me. his senses are used to blaring music and screeching electric guitar. and drunk laughter. he's triggered up/anchored out by sights and sounds of clubs. disco balls glinting in the darkness, LED light patterns on the floor, the feeling of sitting at a stool, the clink of bottles.
the crowd was actually the perfect size, not too big or too small. the view was good. there was a couple in front of us [the man waxed his bald head but let his beard grow wild] who kissed and snuggled the whole time, then when the host asked single people to raise their hands, both of them did. hahaha. kris and I raised an interested eyebrow at that.
but anyway. the show was fantastic. the girls were gorgeous and all of their acts were so entertaining. it was really professional and classy and felt like, once I was able to handle the Party Atmosphere that usually is so hard for me, really felt like a good atmosphere. even when people were drunk and yelling at girls [or Rebel the token guy HAHA] to take it off, it felt respectful and all in good fun. not degrading at all. all the girls were there for the fun of it and clearly LOVED doing what they do. we actually knew a couple of the girls. Megan [soft eyes, cute shy face and a fluffy cascade of red hair] and Lindsay [SUPER tall and mega hot, but never took her clothes off, only sang and played ukelele] are friends of bb's. he repeatedly bemoans his boners for both of them hahahhaa. and they were both great omg.
but my favorite two were this tiny little black girl named Blair Harley [how can you be that small and have that much ass holy SHIT, and homegirl dance like she'd been possessed, had this evil glint in her eye and fat pouty lips and fluffy hair and hnnnghhhh] and a tall white girl named Ophelia Poptart [u heard me right, she had the words Pop Tart tattooed on the backs of her thighs] who reminded me so much of Bird in her physique that it made me physically ache hahaha. she out of all of them got as close to completely naked as the law would let her allow LOL. just a tiny little string bikini bottom and tiny pasties. i would have devoured her. and i would have let Blair personally destroy me and send me to hell lol. WORTH IT. godddd GOD i am a sucker for small bodied women.
i loved them all and that was so much the fun of it, there were girls from 100 to 300 pounds there probably and they ALL looked so hot. and 90% of the hotness was in their CONFIDENCE and their HAPPINESS. nothing turns me on more than a girl shamelessly loving being in her own body. finding herself as delicious as the rest of us do. yes yes yes. and that's what they all worked to exude for that show because they KNOW WHAT'S UP FUQ YEAH.
if u ever want to see strippers do urself a favor and hit up a burlesque show instead. because god damn. what a great thing that is to exist in the world. all kinds of ladies [and one dude LOL!] showing off their COLOSSAL sexual power, and the tight grip in which they command it. super duper fun.
so long story short, burlesque is so awesome, bars and stuff are SO hard for me to go to but I want to go to things that are held there often enough to get help with handling them. and Kris is never going to fucking say no when you ask him to come help front in exchange for a shot of whiskey and two hours of titties. like seriously.
also? i'm pretty sure our single shot of Jack cost FIVE DOLLARS. JESUS CHRIST. why does anyone go to bars to drink.
so THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED last night haha. it was very good. good times. that cheered us up after a few hours of feeling rly misplaced and sad because we finally spent time with another system, our beloved House of Leaves and existing in mutual understanding of what it's like to be Many every day, and then going home to my caring but very very neurotypical singlet boyfriend. who wants to help but doesn't... definitely doesn't care about anyone in the System but me and that's rather deeply upsetting, but you can't make someone care about something that they don't. but it is what it is and there were some good talks had before we went inside and got distracted by naked women hahaha. A+
