FUNdraiser
Apr. 8th, 2012 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgallerySo tired. All day. All the time. Tired tired tired. Almost decided not to go to the San Diego Young Positives fundraiser at Redwing. Glad I did, though, as I had more fun there than all weekend long in PS. Place was surprisingly packed when I got there, Terry was walking around in briefs with a shot glass tray. I had completely forgotten the discussions we'd had about it - I was supposed to have driven Ed, supposed to have been selling shots in my underwear, supposed to compete in the contest. Stripped down, sold a few shots. I've never really been pushy.
The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence were there, and all seemed quite fond of me. One of them pulled me up on stage with her during her number. The co-host at the DJ booth licked whipped cream off my nipple. Richard Britton showed up! I had messaged him online that morning, but really wasn't expecting him to show. He'd just thrown his ex out of the house. They broke up about 5 weeks ago, but he was still letting him live there rent free, because the ex complained about not having any money. Then the guy up and went to White Party without so much as a note. Done. We're going to chat more on Wednesday.
Beth was also there, celebrating her birthday weekend, and offered to buy me a drink, since she kept getting them for free. Declined - I have plenty of alcohol at home, there's no reason for her to spend that kind of money. Wyatt also showed up a little later, and a fair bit squeaked.
One of the guys who'd been flirting with me during the show came up to me after, asking if I was serious about flirting back. Yes? Of course. Here, have my name, my sn, my number. He called to make sure it was the right number, asked if I was looking for a sugar daddy, and finally asked me why I was interested in him. I don't get the dogs who chase cars and don't know what to do when they catch them. He was too drunk to do anything but steal one of the pairs of underwear I'd won, and my phone was dying, so I went home.
Tim came over, we chatted about our weekends. I mentioned Peter, talking about how even now, two years sober, people still think he's high when they meet him. When I said he was my rebound guy, though, Tim said "I'll kill him!" Joking, of course, but in spite of the great conversation we had after he slept with Keith, he's been proclaiming himself moved completely on, and that is simply not something someone who is completely moved on would say.
There's a drag show at USD this week, and of course many in the Catholic community are up in arms about it. Things have gotten fairly far afield at this point, as some dickhead was claiming that gays were to blame for starting AIDS, as well as the reason it was still around. Got out my broadsword. Except that my desktop wouldn't load the site, and neither would my phone. Fired up my laptop, citing the studies that have been done to determine the origin (transferred from monkeys to people from people hunting monkeys in the bush - bushmeat), and the bulk of HIV transmissions, globally. Growl.
Tim might have spent the night if I hadn't spent so long researching and replying, but he'd put his sandals on by the time I finished. That's for the best. Went to sleep just as my friends in PS were checking in at the closing party. So funny.
The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence were there, and all seemed quite fond of me. One of them pulled me up on stage with her during her number. The co-host at the DJ booth licked whipped cream off my nipple. Richard Britton showed up! I had messaged him online that morning, but really wasn't expecting him to show. He'd just thrown his ex out of the house. They broke up about 5 weeks ago, but he was still letting him live there rent free, because the ex complained about not having any money. Then the guy up and went to White Party without so much as a note. Done. We're going to chat more on Wednesday.
Beth was also there, celebrating her birthday weekend, and offered to buy me a drink, since she kept getting them for free. Declined - I have plenty of alcohol at home, there's no reason for her to spend that kind of money. Wyatt also showed up a little later, and a fair bit squeaked.
One of the guys who'd been flirting with me during the show came up to me after, asking if I was serious about flirting back. Yes? Of course. Here, have my name, my sn, my number. He called to make sure it was the right number, asked if I was looking for a sugar daddy, and finally asked me why I was interested in him. I don't get the dogs who chase cars and don't know what to do when they catch them. He was too drunk to do anything but steal one of the pairs of underwear I'd won, and my phone was dying, so I went home.
Tim came over, we chatted about our weekends. I mentioned Peter, talking about how even now, two years sober, people still think he's high when they meet him. When I said he was my rebound guy, though, Tim said "I'll kill him!" Joking, of course, but in spite of the great conversation we had after he slept with Keith, he's been proclaiming himself moved completely on, and that is simply not something someone who is completely moved on would say.
There's a drag show at USD this week, and of course many in the Catholic community are up in arms about it. Things have gotten fairly far afield at this point, as some dickhead was claiming that gays were to blame for starting AIDS, as well as the reason it was still around. Got out my broadsword. Except that my desktop wouldn't load the site, and neither would my phone. Fired up my laptop, citing the studies that have been done to determine the origin (transferred from monkeys to people from people hunting monkeys in the bush - bushmeat), and the bulk of HIV transmissions, globally. Growl.
Tim might have spent the night if I hadn't spent so long researching and replying, but he'd put his sandals on by the time I finished. That's for the best. Went to sleep just as my friends in PS were checking in at the closing party. So funny.
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