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5:42 p.m. - 2004-06-07

favourable conditions

I had the most surprisingly lovely weekend. Calm, relaxed, with patches of crazyness and isolated high pressure cells of absolute giddy excitement.

On Friday evening I went and saw a public lecture by a traveling queer historian, talking about particular queer histories of San Francisco. The lecture itself was inspiring and well presented. The audience was full of all of my favourite academic queers, including not one but two of the lecturers from my department. Which astounded me. Me and my kinky friends and associates filled up the entire back row of the lecture hall. There was lots of whispering and giggling going on, until the speaker began and we all shut up. After the dinner we (being a big group of my housemates and assorted others) headed back to the locale for pub dinner and beer and de-brief. It was good talking academic with people I don’t usually know in an academic context. It was also good hanging out with people I would not normally go out of my way to talk to.

Rushed home to get dressed and head off to a party at my friend’s house. The bartender came round to watch me get dressed. We talked, and I giggled, and she watched me giggle. She walked me to the party on her way to work. The party was alright. I saw some people I haven’t seen in a while, and that was good. Began flirting with a pretty film maker in leather pants (she asked me to be in her bar scene). The best bit about it all was that I went home early, by one am, which was terribly sensible.

Until, of course, and old friend dragged me out of my bed and to a terrible nearby pub (protesting all the way). He made me drink tequila in a freezing cold beer garden. I was not amused. He wound up not picking up the boy he had intended on staying with that night, and required accommodation at my house. I agreed reluctantly. He would not sleep on the sofa, so I had to let him sleep in my bed (a boy! In my bed!) where he promptly stole all the blankets and began to snore. All of my prejudices re-affirmed, I got very little sleep that night. Snarled at him when he tried to make me wake up early to go to breakfast with him.

Saturday I had to go shopping for food for a dinner party at my house. At the shops I ran into a friend and her sister. We went for milkshakes and as we sat at the café, her transboyfriend turned up with his four year old goddaughter. The cuteness was almost overwhelming. I walked them back to the park on my way home and kind of wished I had time to stay and push her on the swing. She had a bubbly infectious laugh that had the entire table of us laughing along with her.

Dinner that night went really well, far better than I had predicted. Lots of compliments on my cooking (Vietnamese spring rolls with many marinated ingredients). The planned play-party afterwards also went exceptionally well. There was a lot of blood (I find some times that you can tell from a mood whether there will be more blood sports or more whacking of objects. This was definitely a blood night). I did needles and bondage on a small sweet friend- I have a new 16m length of black rope, which looked excellent around her stockinged ankles. I saw sutures done- house mate sutured a dog tag to the throat of her girlfriend. I had a big five point star done in the centre of my back. I was in bed by half past midnight while the rest of them raged on and kept drinking. I’m very, very glad I finally got a proper nights sleep.

Sunday I actually got a fair bit of work done on my essay (which is due tomorrow, and I will have to head home to finish it soon). I had production meeting for a dance performance I’m doing in a few weeks, which was very productive. And then… I was free… and so was…

The bartender, who was for once not working. I spent all afternoon at her house, then we got beer and pizza, so I had dinner there, then spent the night there and… it was good. Really good. I didn’t have uni until 2pm today and I was late, it took me that long to extract myself from her bed. Things, or at least the way she approaches things, seem to have changed a lot since the last time we were seeing each other. For the better. It was exceptional. Hours and hours and hours worth of exceptional. Yeah. I’m kind of hoping this is a continuing sort of a thing. She seems favorably inclined, but it’s hard to tell with her.

Edited to add: I totally forgot to add the most exciting bit about last night with the bartender! She let me pierce her... five perfectly neat, precise, 23 guage piercings down each bicep. She had never been pierced before, and we had not yet had sex. Considering her absolute, no-negotiations dominant tendencies I was extremely pleased that she would let me have that control in a situation she hadn't already marked as her own. It was also a lot of fun to do. Butch bodies are marvellous to play with. I left all my safety gear at her house in the hope that she may let me do it again.

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