A couple of weeks ago I was eating a late dinner, and I look over to the (off white) wall on my left, and there was this slight shadow right where I had killed a silverfish a while ago...
And it was another silverfish on the wall, like right in the exact same spot, so I got a piece of scrap paper off of the table and went to kill it, and did.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
My new addiction - Polygamy tv show.
I watched the 1st episode with my 1 friend with the cat, and the 2nd one with her, as well as my 1 lawyer friend from Missouri and my 1 friend from Buffalo who's petite and studies Hinduism.
The 1st time we talked a lot about how well-educated the women were and how the kids seemed to have a lot of contact with the outside world and the polygamy really seemed like a choice, which it isn't with a lot of the backwoods polygamists, but the 2nd time we watched the show, it was different because it was with a group of women and they all picked up on these female dynamics among the wives that went right over my head, such as -
- the 1st wife didn't matter that her husband was getting a new girlfriend, b/c she was 1st and had confidence.
- the 3rd wife was spazzing because she thought she was going to the last wife, and so who is this girlfriend?.
-the girlfriend was all full of herself, b/c she felt the other wives had broke the husband in, and now she was the person who deserved him the most and got the husband that she deserved.
Also, like the 1st time the show showed the husband, my one friend from Buffalo was like, "How many rings does he have?, I don't even see one!", and later when the girlfriend was gushing about how she was finally engaged, another friend of mine (my lawyer friend from Missouri? - I can't remember) was like, "Yeah, but I don't see a ring," and she said it in this knowing town like she'd heard that promise made to women before, right before the women got fucked over.
The 1st time we talked a lot about how well-educated the women were and how the kids seemed to have a lot of contact with the outside world and the polygamy really seemed like a choice, which it isn't with a lot of the backwoods polygamists, but the 2nd time we watched the show, it was different because it was with a group of women and they all picked up on these female dynamics among the wives that went right over my head, such as -
- the 1st wife didn't matter that her husband was getting a new girlfriend, b/c she was 1st and had confidence.
- the 3rd wife was spazzing because she thought she was going to the last wife, and so who is this girlfriend?.
-the girlfriend was all full of herself, b/c she felt the other wives had broke the husband in, and now she was the person who deserved him the most and got the husband that she deserved.
Also, like the 1st time the show showed the husband, my one friend from Buffalo was like, "How many rings does he have?, I don't even see one!", and later when the girlfriend was gushing about how she was finally engaged, another friend of mine (my lawyer friend from Missouri? - I can't remember) was like, "Yeah, but I don't see a ring," and she said it in this knowing town like she'd heard that promise made to women before, right before the women got fucked over.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Belated update on Dungeon (II of II): Talk.
After the tour and chatting with my friends, the talk began... About 20 people had wandered in, most of them fat and all of them (white), and they sat very attentively for my friend to talk about the documentary series and the activist work she hoped it was doing...
Discussion was interesting, with people talking about BDSM and normalcy.
My favorite part was when the old grandpa guy talked.
"People think sex and violence always go together!", he was like, "But it doesn't!"
At that, he reached over, and without looking at her, he took a big hunk of the granny-lady's hair and pulled it back-and-forth, and was like, "I mean, I can do this, and...", and as his voice drifted off, the granny-lady just stared straight ahead and smiled this big, inward, lusted-up smile, that was nevertheless innocent and sweet.
Anyhow, afterwards I hung around forever and talked, including with Steve the BDSM guy, and then as I was about to leave, I noticed this big fat (white) lady on the couch, and people had mentioned she was the owner, and since I wanted to talk with her, and since I knew she had sponsored the movie series so they could buy pizza, I used thanking her as a chance to start a conversation.
"I am so glad," she was like, after I thanked her.
"And you know," I was like, "It's not just a help to people who come to the series, but they can relay good information that they've learned onto others," and I told her that several times since, when BDSM had come up in a conversation and people knocked it, I had told them that people who are into that aren't sex-depraved perverts, but rather people just like you and me who work all week and if they can get a babysitter decide to do something different on Friday nights.
"Exactly!", she was like, but when she said she couldn't have put it better herself, I said that Steve the BDSM guy had said the babysitter thing, and I just repeated it.
Then, we talked more, and I learned some interesting stuff -
- they nickname the long staircase the "Stairway to Heaven".
- the no-alcohol policy is so everyone is conscious, since they have 'risky sex', and she's a hard-ass and will kick out anyone who comes in with alcohol on their breath, and everyone knows it.
- the low-profile entrance is so no-one wanders in off the street and expects to join, they used to do that and the club was shut down as a place of entertainment, now they're a private members club and you can't join the same day, and there's no cash at the door, and there's no way the city can bust them.
She also told me how she talked once to an A&E program about a serial killer and everyone told her not to because they'd make her look like a freak, but she talked about how people with such desires can explore them safely, and what she said was incorporated into the way the show talked about the serial killer as a rogue who'd meet submissive women off the internet and tie them up then kill them, and he was not represented as typical of BDSM communities.
I can't remember how we ended the conversation, but she somehow said something about how being tied up can be a powerful thing, and she had this big, inward-looking smile like the granny, and I was happy for her, but a little uncomfortable, so I took my leave.
Discussion was interesting, with people talking about BDSM and normalcy.
My favorite part was when the old grandpa guy talked.
"People think sex and violence always go together!", he was like, "But it doesn't!"
At that, he reached over, and without looking at her, he took a big hunk of the granny-lady's hair and pulled it back-and-forth, and was like, "I mean, I can do this, and...", and as his voice drifted off, the granny-lady just stared straight ahead and smiled this big, inward, lusted-up smile, that was nevertheless innocent and sweet.
Anyhow, afterwards I hung around forever and talked, including with Steve the BDSM guy, and then as I was about to leave, I noticed this big fat (white) lady on the couch, and people had mentioned she was the owner, and since I wanted to talk with her, and since I knew she had sponsored the movie series so they could buy pizza, I used thanking her as a chance to start a conversation.
"I am so glad," she was like, after I thanked her.
"And you know," I was like, "It's not just a help to people who come to the series, but they can relay good information that they've learned onto others," and I told her that several times since, when BDSM had come up in a conversation and people knocked it, I had told them that people who are into that aren't sex-depraved perverts, but rather people just like you and me who work all week and if they can get a babysitter decide to do something different on Friday nights.
"Exactly!", she was like, but when she said she couldn't have put it better herself, I said that Steve the BDSM guy had said the babysitter thing, and I just repeated it.
Then, we talked more, and I learned some interesting stuff -
- they nickname the long staircase the "Stairway to Heaven".
- the no-alcohol policy is so everyone is conscious, since they have 'risky sex', and she's a hard-ass and will kick out anyone who comes in with alcohol on their breath, and everyone knows it.
- the low-profile entrance is so no-one wanders in off the street and expects to join, they used to do that and the club was shut down as a place of entertainment, now they're a private members club and you can't join the same day, and there's no cash at the door, and there's no way the city can bust them.
She also told me how she talked once to an A&E program about a serial killer and everyone told her not to because they'd make her look like a freak, but she talked about how people with such desires can explore them safely, and what she said was incorporated into the way the show talked about the serial killer as a rogue who'd meet submissive women off the internet and tie them up then kill them, and he was not represented as typical of BDSM communities.
I can't remember how we ended the conversation, but she somehow said something about how being tied up can be a powerful thing, and she had this big, inward-looking smile like the granny, and I was happy for her, but a little uncomfortable, so I took my leave.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Belated update on Dungeon (I of II): Tour.
So, I forgot to talk about that (straight) S&M dungeon I went to.
It was by this major intersection on the border between the hipster and Puerto Rican neighborhoods - just 2 storefronts down from this laundromat that's open late and is full of short, fat hispanic women with clothes baskets! - and there was no sign outfront, just this little buzzer that you hit, and then the door opened up onto two flights of stairs going straight up, and the entire time after I hit the secret buzzer, I was thinking to myself, "This is so naughty," and I kept feeling that more and more as I walked up the stairs, and then the door at the top opened for me -
Onto what looked like someone's living room, only there was a counter on the left when I came in. Steve the BDSM guy had me as one of his monthly guests, and even though he wasn't there yet, they let me...
Basically, on the left was this tacky bar with styrofoam bowls of pretzels, and on the right was a fireplace and these big plump couches, and a coffee table in the middle, and over the fireplace teddy bears, including one in a little cage... There was a bookcase too, and pictures everywhere were of cartoon women either dominating of being submitted, and on the couch was this older couple, the sweetest you've ever seen, in kind of neat but faded clothes, both of them plump and with white hair and looking like someone's grandparents, only the woman was reading this book that was black, except for white lettering on the spine that said "FLOGGING".
The museum coordinator who hosted the movie series and was there to give the talk was there with her boyfriend at the nearly full bar, but luckily there was a seat next to them, so I sat down, right beside this really fat (white) chick in all black and a short skirt, and down from a fat bald goateed white dude, while this kind of dumpy (white) woman who looked tense who was behind the bar asked me what I wanted....
They don't serve alcohol, so I had a cranberry juice... I could have gotten orange juice or Coke or Diet Coke or coffee or tea or bottled water as well, but I figured the cranberry juice, since winter is coming on and it's good against infections... They had a back room that I could just see through, and they had extra food back there, as well as shelf upon shelf of Wet Wipes.
Anyhow, after sitting down, the really (fat) white chick asked me if it was my 1st time there, and when I said it was, she said she was the Education Coordinator, and asked me if I wanted a tour.
She said the entrance area was a safe non-sexual space for people who needed a breather from other rooms, and then we went through the doorway - tied up Barbie dolls were suspended from the doorframe! - and we went into the 1st "playroom".
"Play in here tends to be loud and raucous," she was like, "And the music tends to be loud and energetic and heavy," and she let me walk around this big room full of contraptions like crosses and ladders and tables that you could tie people to, and we stopped in front of this crazy chair thing with multiple levels and all sorts of padding.
"Feel free to ask me any questions about what any of this is," she was like, and after I didn't, she was like, "People usually ask what this is, it's an oral sex chair," and after I didn't say anything again, she was like, "For oral sex, or cunnilingus."
Then, we walked by this thing that looked like a padded pool table.
"And that's for orgies," she was like.
Then, we walked by this thing that was a low, big metal box of some sort, but with cloth covering the sides.
"That's for puppy play," she was like.
And then, she added, "Bad puppies go in there."
After that, we went back through the main room, into this righthand room with the sign "SERENITY" over the top, and this had a lot more similar contraptions, but a lot of cages, including one where you could have this giant ball over your head that would allow you to breathe but not see anything, and there was this giant winch on the top of the room so you could raise any cage and suspend it.
"Play in here is more quiet and subdued," she was like. "It's an entirely different atmosphere."
Then, she showed me this table with hooks so you could bind someone down, and all the hooks were arranged in the shape of a person, and there were slits by the head and by the genitals.
"That's so you can breathe if you're face down," she was like, pointing to the slit by the head, "And that," she said, pointing to the one by the genitals/ass, "is for access."
Then, she walked me past an ob/gyn examination table and showed me an old wooden chair for genital torture, and then led me into a very small room that only a couple machines and candles burning on the walls.
"This is for people who might not feel comfortable playing in public," she was like. "The walls are closer in, so you can be intimate with your partner, and only a few people can watch."
Then, she took me to the side room off of there, with giant changing screens.
"People change in here," she was like.
"Oh, for costume play?", I said, knowingly.
"Yes," she was like, impatiently, "But we also get a lot of crossdressers. We ask everyone to respect the neighborhood, and bring their clothes to change here."
After that, the tour was over...
It was by this major intersection on the border between the hipster and Puerto Rican neighborhoods - just 2 storefronts down from this laundromat that's open late and is full of short, fat hispanic women with clothes baskets! - and there was no sign outfront, just this little buzzer that you hit, and then the door opened up onto two flights of stairs going straight up, and the entire time after I hit the secret buzzer, I was thinking to myself, "This is so naughty," and I kept feeling that more and more as I walked up the stairs, and then the door at the top opened for me -
Onto what looked like someone's living room, only there was a counter on the left when I came in. Steve the BDSM guy had me as one of his monthly guests, and even though he wasn't there yet, they let me...
Basically, on the left was this tacky bar with styrofoam bowls of pretzels, and on the right was a fireplace and these big plump couches, and a coffee table in the middle, and over the fireplace teddy bears, including one in a little cage... There was a bookcase too, and pictures everywhere were of cartoon women either dominating of being submitted, and on the couch was this older couple, the sweetest you've ever seen, in kind of neat but faded clothes, both of them plump and with white hair and looking like someone's grandparents, only the woman was reading this book that was black, except for white lettering on the spine that said "FLOGGING".
The museum coordinator who hosted the movie series and was there to give the talk was there with her boyfriend at the nearly full bar, but luckily there was a seat next to them, so I sat down, right beside this really fat (white) chick in all black and a short skirt, and down from a fat bald goateed white dude, while this kind of dumpy (white) woman who looked tense who was behind the bar asked me what I wanted....
They don't serve alcohol, so I had a cranberry juice... I could have gotten orange juice or Coke or Diet Coke or coffee or tea or bottled water as well, but I figured the cranberry juice, since winter is coming on and it's good against infections... They had a back room that I could just see through, and they had extra food back there, as well as shelf upon shelf of Wet Wipes.
Anyhow, after sitting down, the really (fat) white chick asked me if it was my 1st time there, and when I said it was, she said she was the Education Coordinator, and asked me if I wanted a tour.
She said the entrance area was a safe non-sexual space for people who needed a breather from other rooms, and then we went through the doorway - tied up Barbie dolls were suspended from the doorframe! - and we went into the 1st "playroom".
"Play in here tends to be loud and raucous," she was like, "And the music tends to be loud and energetic and heavy," and she let me walk around this big room full of contraptions like crosses and ladders and tables that you could tie people to, and we stopped in front of this crazy chair thing with multiple levels and all sorts of padding.
"Feel free to ask me any questions about what any of this is," she was like, and after I didn't, she was like, "People usually ask what this is, it's an oral sex chair," and after I didn't say anything again, she was like, "For oral sex, or cunnilingus."
Then, we walked by this thing that looked like a padded pool table.
"And that's for orgies," she was like.
Then, we walked by this thing that was a low, big metal box of some sort, but with cloth covering the sides.
"That's for puppy play," she was like.
And then, she added, "Bad puppies go in there."
After that, we went back through the main room, into this righthand room with the sign "SERENITY" over the top, and this had a lot more similar contraptions, but a lot of cages, including one where you could have this giant ball over your head that would allow you to breathe but not see anything, and there was this giant winch on the top of the room so you could raise any cage and suspend it.
"Play in here is more quiet and subdued," she was like. "It's an entirely different atmosphere."
Then, she showed me this table with hooks so you could bind someone down, and all the hooks were arranged in the shape of a person, and there were slits by the head and by the genitals.
"That's so you can breathe if you're face down," she was like, pointing to the slit by the head, "And that," she said, pointing to the one by the genitals/ass, "is for access."
Then, she walked me past an ob/gyn examination table and showed me an old wooden chair for genital torture, and then led me into a very small room that only a couple machines and candles burning on the walls.
"This is for people who might not feel comfortable playing in public," she was like. "The walls are closer in, so you can be intimate with your partner, and only a few people can watch."
Then, she took me to the side room off of there, with giant changing screens.
"People change in here," she was like.
"Oh, for costume play?", I said, knowingly.
"Yes," she was like, impatiently, "But we also get a lot of crossdressers. We ask everyone to respect the neighborhood, and bring their clothes to change here."
After that, the tour was over...
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Shoes!
The other day I was putting on my black sneakers - I wear out a pair every year - and I noticed that the sole on the right was getting worn through (again).
Then, later that night when I was putting away my summer beach towels, I picked up a shoebox in my closet that I thought it was empty, and noticed it was full - and there was a new pair of black sneakers in there! I must have gotten a good deal and then totally forgot about them.
Then, later that night when I was putting away my summer beach towels, I picked up a shoebox in my closet that I thought it was empty, and noticed it was full - and there was a new pair of black sneakers in there! I must have gotten a good deal and then totally forgot about them.
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Gyro Lounge: Very sad news.
Very sad news about the gyro lounge downtown...
The other night after a play my one friend from Buffalo and I walked over, and it was closed and the lights were off, and a sign on the doors said that they had lost their lease and their last day was August 21st.
I felt sad, and then I felt sad that karaoke had started sucking there back in the spring, so me and my one (white) friend from Mississippi hadn't gone there after we both came to that conclusion.
You don't realize what you'll miss until it's gone. I'll probably never see the waitresses again, or the cool fat Greek owner who used to send around hors d'oeuvres, or the bad-ass tall lanky Mexican linecook with this long long stoner goatee...
I've already started missing all the odd clown paintings they had on the walls, and their chili mac.
Hopefully I'll run into some of their regulars on the street and will be able to ask them to find out what exactly happened.
The other night after a play my one friend from Buffalo and I walked over, and it was closed and the lights were off, and a sign on the doors said that they had lost their lease and their last day was August 21st.
I felt sad, and then I felt sad that karaoke had started sucking there back in the spring, so me and my one (white) friend from Mississippi hadn't gone there after we both came to that conclusion.
You don't realize what you'll miss until it's gone. I'll probably never see the waitresses again, or the cool fat Greek owner who used to send around hors d'oeuvres, or the bad-ass tall lanky Mexican linecook with this long long stoner goatee...
I've already started missing all the odd clown paintings they had on the walls, and their chili mac.
Hopefully I'll run into some of their regulars on the street and will be able to ask them to find out what exactly happened.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Library story: bookmarks, book checking-in.
The other day at school I was getting a library locker at school and was talking with the (black) lady who works there, and mentioned that my mom works at my hometown library and has checked in books that have had as bookmarks -
- long human hairs.
- a toothbrush.
- a piece of bacon.
"That's nothing," the lady was like, "A friend of mine works at the public library and once opened up a book to check it in, and roaches ran out from the binding!"
- long human hairs.
- a toothbrush.
- a piece of bacon.
"That's nothing," the lady was like, "A friend of mine works at the public library and once opened up a book to check it in, and roaches ran out from the binding!"
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