Thursday night, Lottie and I went to MJQ and danced at Fuck Yesss, the 18+ night. We had a really good time. I got in for five dollars instead of the seven I was supposed to have been charged, and the crowd was both older and gayer than the kids at the Masquerade. The venue was a lot smaller, which was cool, and we danced in the middle of the crowd. We both got more assertive when men tried to dance with us, though Lottie got cornered by a "rap star" in the drinking room. I am not yet rude, but I am direct. I do not want to dance with boys at these clubs, and typically when I slid my eyes away at this venue, they left me alone. I had one guy who came up and asked me if he and his friend could dance with us, and I told him no for me and to ask Lottie, but I guess he decided not to risk more rejection. Lottie danced with some boy whose friend tried to dance with me, but I shook my head, told him, "No, thank you," and danced by myself. At one point, they had this awesome rap beat, and I danced like the little Memphian fiend I am, but most of it was slow techno. If there were gay girls there, they were partnered, so I left them alone. I am not assertive enough to approach girls of questionable sexual orientation at a club. I might not be assertive enough to approach lesbians at a club, either, but I don't know since the one lesbian bar in town is 21+. Ah, the advantages of youth.
We crashed until late, and then awoke to clean before our new housemate Trevor moved in and Devon, my friend from high school, came to stay for the weekend. Devon hung around with me and Lottie on Friday, and we went to the grocery store and made Trevor a key and probably watched a movie or something. I couldn't go to sleep, and instead chatted with Jess for two hours about her recent breakup with her girlfriend.
Saturday, Kyle arrived. I went to work and got off two hours early with Amanda in tow. We went to Pride and spent twenty minutes trying to find Jess, whereupon we left Pride and went to the Vortex for dinner. After a two hour wait for our table, I ate some really fucking delicious veggie chili over tater tots. (Mmm, life as a vegan. Then I felt like shit.) By Saturday, I was feeling a little overwhelmed, and by Sunday I wanted everybody gone and many hours to myself. I have come to realize that I am a control freak. I don't want to control other people, but I want my schedule to be on my terms, and I don't like entertaining people for long periods of time. So I have decided to limit the houseguests. Plus Lottie was a little cranky.
Sunday I was definitely in a funk. We all dragged ourselves out of bed really early to meet Amanda at the transit station. She doesn't have a cell phone, or I would have postponed. We went to Pride, but no one was there; we went to Midtown, where the parade was starting, and found where they had been hiding. The parade was hella fun but we got hella wet. It started to sprinkle as the policemen took off to start the parade, and then it was downpouring through most of it. We left before the end and went home and showered and ate. Devon's car wouldn't start, so I went to work while she and Kyle figured that out. She left town once Kyle jumped her off. After work, my coworker Rob, Amanda, Kyle, Lottie and I went to Soul Vegetarian, which was really good and relatively well-priced, then we traded Amanda for Trevor and went home to drink. Or, more accurately, so the three boys could pair off and leave one out and Lottie could drink and then go to bed and I could go in my room, shut my door, relax, read, and call my mother.
In conclusion: I had fun, but I don't like people staying at my house; I need to clean our house; and Trevor is a tunnel spider who captured Kyle before he left.
Lottie and I are planning to affix a sign reading: WARNING: TUNNEL SPIDER to let all the young men and women know not to tread too close to the litter box and TV framing his door, lest they be taken in and sexed.
Where are the lesbian tunnel spiders, I would like to know.
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