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My left nipple and baby pandas
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My left nipple and baby pandas Touch yourself. Touch yourself damnit. Is the place real. The room was pitch dark. A blue light blinked. No it was red. Actually it blinked blue, red, and finally green. A large woman is straddling something. Ah, another woman. I'm in the room a few minutes before my eyes can focus. Everyone is black but me, J and four others. It's a small place, about the size of a 3 car garage. Black sheets cover the windows. The tables are littered with frosted plastic cups. I make out a woman balancing a piece of heavily frosted cake on a paper plate. She's smearing icing on another girls face. Licking it off. She sticks her finger down the girls throat mimicking a cock. I watch. It's probably our friend's birthday cake. That made me it slightly more amusing. There are roughly 20 4-top round tables. Each dressed with an incorrectly sized tablecloth---the fabric is shy of touching the ground by a good 10". Cheap, poor-fitting linens, another pet peeve of mine. Ah, but they did fancy up the place a bit. Surrounding the tables were well-constructed metal chairs. The upholstery was sensible, a durable patent vinyl, the stuff you see widely used on bowling alley chairs. The elevated platform dance floor was crowded. It felt like people were staring at us. Curiously I say to J. "Uh, you forgot to tell me it was a black lesbian bar...we're not here for long, are we?". She's half-screaming a response, but I still can't hear what she said. We had planned to say hello to our friend, buy her a birthday drink, and head to M. I followed J across the room towards the makeshift bar. Cash-only. There are rows of liqueurs, watermelon, butterscotch, orange cream, blue. I ask for red wine. The bartender checks his shelf before telling me they don't have any. He pours his signature drink into a flimsy solo cup; I tip him a five. I turn to hand J her cup, feeling his eyes inspecting me. 'Thanks' I said, 'thank youuuuuuuuuu' he winks. I turn and holler at J, "didn't we just have dinner at the best restaurant in town?". She nods; we laugh. Including the guy that made me my drink, there are only 3 men in this place----all three work there. They're extraordinarily handsome black men with linebacker bodies. The music is uncensored . Fuck, fuckin,f'n,fucker something starting with an 'f' every third word. J wants to head to the dance floor, great. How amusing for them...rhythmless white girls taking their stage. I hesitate. Someone is touching me. Before turning to see who, I see J spotted our friend A. I make eye contact with the woman touching my arm. I smile back, although I notice she has a threatening way about her. 'Hey baby where u from'. I don't answer; she won't hear me, a deafening speaker is close by. She leans on me hard. This forces me to take three steps backwards. I felt the cold plaster wall behind me. She reaches under my shirt firmly cupping my breast. Her chubby lips kiss the nape of my neck. Her rough braids poke my face. This is all happening so fast that my reaction is sluggish. Her finger feels for my nipple. I don't have time to reach under my shirt to stop her, so I grasp at her hand from outside of my top. I can hurt her, I boxed for years---merely from her forearm I know she's spent time in a gym, so I resist the urge to cause a scene. Where did J head. The women seated directly behind her looked to be even bigger. NOT bigger as in "a little extra padding"...bigger as in "hiding baby pandas under their shirts" bigger. I feel my nipple swell under the tip of her finger. Although I have a grip on her hand, I can't stop her fingers from moving. Pinned on the wall I drink in her smell, men's cologne---I think it's Axe. As she's running her hand along the dip of my hip, I look over her right shoulder. I'm not exactly sure what I said to her. Something strangely polite like, 'can you please let go of me'. For a split second I think about re-injuring myself. I've been through more than enough in the last two years. Mostly for my own sake, I have to remain calm. J is nowhere<b>. fuck. </font></b>OMG remind me again why I'm in a black lesbian bar in a very shady block of the city. Just as my adrenaline is peaking, I hear the bartender's voice. 'yada not cool'. He grabs the arm she's got under my top. Clearly cooperating, I'm fully released from her smothering lean on me. 'You ok', he asks me. He says something to her in deep scolding tone, couldn't make out what it was. 'I'll watch her for you', like he thinks I'm stickin around after that. I spot J in the front corner, the friends we were waiting for walk in. They were there 3 minutes before it was unanimous, we needed to go elsewhere... off to M, I was definitely ready for a drink in a glass. On the way out the door I glanced at my phone to see if JZ texted me back, bloggable moment I thought to myself. Nothing. So I snapped a picture with my phone. No flash of course, and nothing much showed up. I may post it later, but all you can see are the lights. Blue, red, and green. That was the second half of Friday, think I'm stayin in next weekend. wanderingkiss In All My Galore... |
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ya, but we all are. wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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See it pays to tip well. I have to remember that next time I'm in a black lesbian bar. Tip the barkeep and hope he acts like a bouncer... Glad you are ok. Was the rest of the evening a success? As always polite comment, rants and musings are appreciated....all others take a hike  RD
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See it pays to tip well. I have to remember that next time I'm in a black lesbian bar. Tip the barkeep and hope he acts like a bouncer... Glad you are ok. Was the rest of the evening a success?  wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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9/23/2009 9:14 pm |
Best dance joint I've been to is a gay bar that has a drag show every Saturday night. I do, of course, have a date.(yes...female) The sexual tension is sooo exciting! They also have the BEST dance music. You box?? What have'nt you done? Darel
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Best dance joint I've been to is a gay bar that has a drag show every Saturday night. I do, of course, have a date.(yes...female) The sexual tension is sooo exciting! They also have the BEST dance music. You box?? What have'nt you done? Darel Yes I use to box, but I'm injured now, so my boxing days are over  (pink everlast gloves) ha. wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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9/24/2009 9:51 am |
Never seen the Grand Canyon, never been to a strip club, never met the new mailguy, never lost a boxing match, never made it longer than 5 minutes on rollerblades. Yes I use to box, but I'm injured now, so my boxing days are over (pink everlast gloves) ha. Wanna Go Darel
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great post
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great post wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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