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Party and Shaun V. 2- Return of the Jedi
2001-09-02 - 6:04 a.m.

Tonight was crazy cool, but in a different way than last Saturday night.

I went to the club again, met Quentin/sober boi/Anthony, and he was semi extroverted nice/semi.. Anthony, and I really like him, and I think we'd make cool friends, and the queens hit on him, and made him take his shirt off and played with his nipple rings.. but-

He went home early, cuz his ride left, so nothing happened there. I sung Billy Joel's "You May Be Right" in his presence, and put in "Where the Boys Are" before he left, but he.. um, left.. before I got to sing it... so, oh well. The first song went okay, seeing as I kinda scowled it out, and the second one was okay, til I realized I couldn't hit some notes, and had to lower my pitch by an octave before it's end. So, it'd be embarrassing maybe if I found karaoke in any way embarrassing. I was sober all nite, which was.. interesting... right. The drag show took forever, and I had a hard time making any kind of move on the boy- so it was just kinda there. I was playa pimping though with everyone else, and had a good time- saw Gus and Roger and some other school friends- and was a coin toss away from going back home with them, but luckily, the coin told me to go to the other club, so I went there... Club One.

Club One was unbelievably awesome. I went downstairs to the bottom floor and danced- first with Rob and this other dude, who's name I forget (I was doin that hideously all nite!).. and then.. this mega fuckin hot dude, Brad, who I had seen before and was just kinda eye-fucking... well, we worked our way to each other on the dance floor, and proceeded to "dirty dance" to "If I Was Your Woman" by Janet Jackson. We ground (grinded?) into each other, our faces were mega closed, so we kissed, briefly.. and.. um.. it was dirty, and fun as all hell, and he was MEGA hot.. but after I got a little into it, he went off with some other dude against the wall, and went to him. Kisses, making out, the works- so I got a kind of vibe. It seemed like that was his "man" or something, and he was totally playing along with the song- "if I was your woman..." and just teased the fuck out of me.

That was extremely cool in my book, like, perfect for the setting, so rather than harp and keep trying to push things, I went back to the people I knew and danced with them... lots and lots of dirty dancing was done, with people who are super-nice, but I wouldn't do.. and um.. one dude in particular, Shaun, who was miming everything that was said in the song, and was being super-cute. I wasn't dancing with him cuz he had a minor shy thing going- but another dude, Dwayne, lemme know that he was potentially interested... so, since he was already deemed cute in my head, I went for him.

We danced a bit, we did dirty stuff too.. and I kinda didnt' ignore my other friends needs to be all naughty on the floor, so it was all balanced and whatnot... but I was diggin the dude-

My apologies for any improper english- as I am fighting through after-party liquor to post this. Next post'll be a sober one- promise!

Um, yeah, DYKES!

This chick from my printmaking class, and this girl who works at my office were on the dance floor together, and they were fuckin kinda making out on it too. I pretty much knew about one of them, cuz she's cool and obvious like that- but the other.. whoa! Came as kinda a surprise that she was interested in the other chick... but yeah, it was beautiful regardless, and I felt some love coming from the lesbionic direction, so I made sure and spent some dance time with them too. I swear, the club trip, part II, was the best fucking five bucks I've spent all year.

Turned out that Brad, the first dude I danced with, who was STILL extremely cute, wasn't totally fucking with me, and did still find me attractive and whatnot, as I.. a) got his name, and b) kept talkin to him a little bit, despite his drunkenness. I heard that he's got a bad rap, which is fine, and kind of expected.. but dude...

He was HOT!

And he found me hot-worthy. That was noteworthy- the implications of which will hit me later.

Yeah... so... I talked to him, forgot his name, but got it later... chilled with the Queer World pack, who were all super nice tonight... and wound up, when the "ugly lights" came on at closing time, going back with Shaun in his car to Whitemarsh Island. We professed our finding the other cute, and leaving the rest wide f'n open... I found out about his drag queen past... um.. yeah.. went back to Whitemarsh, chilled, and I got my first liquor in my system for the nite... Dave made a call on his cell phone, and I chewed him out barely for almost losing my keys.. and he said some stuff that was probably racy, but I forget and don't care... speakerphone was on.. things were interesting... umm.. drunken.. six am... hard to keep focused...

In a nutshell, Shaun was SUPER nice and took me back home, I got his number, he got mine, and I am meeting him for a BBQ tomorrow for labor day celebrations at Queer World.. and he sprayed his cologne on me a little... so I'll get to smell his choice fragrance all nite, and I.. I..

The future is wide open.

I am a hot homo.

And I don't think I'd want it any other way.

Too bad I leave this town soon for Baton Rouge. Maybe this will give me time to fuck things up, and think too much. But nawh- I've reached something, and I don't think I'm going back to how I used to be.

I keep wanting to sample something that's in my playlist to song quote from, but I keep getting nice little instrumental songs.. so I will ride with that and float, rather than force a quote.

I LOVE YOU ALL! MUAH!

(Especially Miranda. Thought she should know)

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...