By Tuesday of this week, I had made great progress in settling into my new apartment. As a reward for my efforts, I ventured downtown to celebrate the release of Tristan Taormino’s new book on polyamory, Opening Up: A Guide to Creating and Sustaining Open Relationships. She interviewed me for the book, so I thought I should show up and get a copy if only to, you know, flip through the pages to see if I’m in it.
Never mind that Tristan is to sex writing as Hannah Montana is to backless gowns. Which is to say, a bigger deal than we remember to remember.
I was uncharacteristically early, and found a long line waiting to get into the event. Gift bags were promised to the first two hundred attendees. The event was so well attended that even by queuing for a nice long while, I didn’t score freebies—no surprise, I guess, for a party celebrating a poly book. Everyone who came was sure to bring a few dates.
I settled into a banquette with friends. Not long afterwards, a burlesque performer danced until she was well past naked. I gave her a dollar and she shoved her discarded panties under my nose. They smelled like lavender. I didn’t get her name more than once or twice. I remember asking and being grateful each time she said it.
I caught up with friends. The bar, Happy Endings Lounge, was established on the site of a former massage parlor. A sauna was converted into a sitting area. As the evening went on and rounds were exchanged, Tilda decided she really, really liked my leather belt. Lynsey liked how much Tilda liked my belt. So as Lynsey perched on a tile bench to watch, I removed my belt to beat Tilda. A crowd formed, as might happen when you thrash someone in public as a stick artist grows googly eyes.
Tilda took a solid whooping. Lynsey took a solid eyeful.
I wouldn’t know beans about beating if Lolita didn’t take care in educating me. That night, Lolita took this photo of my foot out in public. Ace of Hearts likes to tickle, so here, he gives my sole a soulful wiggle. Not so much into the boys, our Ace, but as you see, soul brothers is soul brothers.
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It was a treat to run into you!
HHNT!
It is a good feeling to finally get settled.
Don't you mean sole brothers?
Making out with you in the bathroom was so sexy. It totally made this event.
sometimes i just want to come to new york and follow you around
i don't know that i want to live your life exactly but it sure sounds like fun to watch!
How is the new place coming? Do you have all the furniture you need?
kozpolyamory - Having more than one person mad at you when you disappear from the party.
You can follow me around if you like, Bad Influence Girl, but much of what may interest you can be seen from the comfort of my voyeur's chair.
Planning a garage sale, Jordan? We're getting settled and there are still some items among our furniture needs.
Signed DC, thanks for punning where I didn't dare go.
We didn't make out in the bathroom, Cody. But that was me who peeled your tongue from the hand dryer. That seals it: no more open bars for you.
Theres a bar called Happy Endings Lounge that used to be a massage parlor? Oh that's funny...
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