Wanderlust, wandering, walking and getting lost and finding oneself on the way home 11:30 pm in front of a fuschia sign with a man/woman/tranny symbol reading "Same Place" the club where we were maybe going to meet a friend. Latin night at the Sex Club. Bed Booths with paper towels and big pump bottles of sanitizer or lube? Basement with two beautiful leather slings (we need one for Lez Com, ok?) vinyl beds, strange angled corner made into a cell, oh and a smoking room upstairs with a window to look in at the two men there (straight, sadly) wanking and smoking. The Sunday of each month was women's S/M but no longer? We were wishing it were more queer. I was wishing for a Girl Monster night hosted by Steiner. And back at home I fell asleep getting off while thinking about humiliating the guy who wouldn't leave me alone at the bar.
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