110 degrees, Stripping at the Eagle, Liquid Vegas Effect

It's been said that it reached 110 degrees in Portland today... As hot of Phoenix, I close my eyes, feel his lips.

I have fallen in love with huge rock-star sunglasses. I look damn swank, and own 2 pairs now. Must buy more. I bought them both as John Ford and Furry put up with my girly shopping expidition at the Olympia Mall. 5 new pairs of underwear, 2 pairs of sunglasses, and milkshakes. They liked the milkshakes idea a lot.

Furry put up with WalMart because it had A/C. The poor man is covered in fur, died in the heat. I adapt. I can do Arizona, do the Burn, just don't offer to spritz me down or put ice on my back, it messes up my ability to stay balanced to extreme heats. Give me cool water, cool juice, but no ice, thanks.

I talked to Spike from a truck stop... I miss that man a lot, still want to hear his tales of Lowell. I do hope to be in Lowell in November, 25 years since I came roaring out there.

Furry dropped me off at Powell's and I bought a travel book for Turkey and a book and CDs on how to speak basic Turkish. I have 9 months (or less) to be able to argue prices in Istanbul or ask my way around the city of Troy or figure out when the next tour group leaves to wander the carved dwellings of Cappadocia. Then at Rocco's I ate pizza in peace, read my new travel guide to Turkey, and did makeup. Spartacus was uninspiring today, and asusual, things at DykeNight at the Eagle started late. I was *dying* in the heat in my wig. It was horrid... but I wanted to keep the shaved head a surprise for the stage.

It went well. Okay, the tips (all donated to Camp Starlight) were abyssmal, but my sets went well. My first set was "When you Got It, Flaunt It" from the Producers with "Get Off" by Prince, and the reaction to ripping off the wig at the last "Baby here I am" was great. The second set had me in my 3 piece suit drinking on stage to "Alchohol" by Bare Naked Ladies (as I thought of Director crooning in my ear) followed up by "You're Gorgeous" by Baby Bird complete with tank top torn off (as I thought of the man who first introduced me to that song on a mix tape acquired in a crowded flat in London). I look really damn good in my 3 piece suit, fedora and rock-star sunglasses with this head shaved. And I got to rub my soft stubble on many a breast... hzah!

Too much booze, not good idea.

This brings me to- the Liquid Vegas effect.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Alchohol and Karaoke lead to randomness.

I am a living toy.

Add these things together and we get a very volatile mix.

That said, I find the tradition that when alchohol or other chemical substances are added to a situation, many allow or actually have their inhibitions concerning many things, but in this discusssions case, sexuality, change or fall. Hands and mouths and more doing things that had the person been sober, stories of "but you're a woman" or "my husband wouldn't let me" or "you're not my type" or "but I can't" or... the stories go on, but 3 Kitty-coladas later, the tale sings as "it's my turn to kiss her!"

I find it to be very confusing. Yes, sometimes it's nice to have a drink or two in my system before I'll consider doing karaoke or dancing to my hearts content. Loosen up. But I can think of very little that I wouldn't do sober that I would do inebriated on whatever the substance is. I get in enough trouble sober.

In Japan, having a person do things when drunk is forgiven, they save face, it is forgotten the next day.

This, is the Liquid Vegas effect. To save face. This never happened. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Alchohol and Karaoke lead to randomness. It'll be fine tomorrow. Let's pretend this didn't happen.

But what happens to those of us who don't want to pretend? Who want that hand on my thigh to be there again the next time we meet? To have another kiss? To not just be "the experiment", but "the lifestyle"? What about those of us that are left at the end of the night amused but used. Used, and discarded.

This never happened. Let them save face. Dream of it all in bed with my hand between my thighs and wonder what would happen if, what if, how about if, what might have happened if... faces swim by in a liquid haze, liquids sticky between fingers, liquid Vegas baby, welcome to Vegas.