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lykomancerSo, yesterday morning Tom and I hopped in the car and drove three and a half hours to go and see a drag show.
No, not just any drag show...our alma mater Northland College's drag show.
Yeah, it was worth the trip.
Northland has the best drag. Flat-out. I don't care what anyone else say.
And I can tell you why it is the best.
It's because the people performing never forget that it's about fun and play; they don't take themselves so seriously. They play games and do skits and prance sillily across the stage in frilly skirts and chaps and all sorts of ridiculous outfits. They don't shoot for the top; they shoot for a place five miles past the top, and it's a roaring success.
Tom and I went with Annie and Melvin-- who it was wonderful to see again. Tom "prettified" himself (by his standards, not mine, which is why it goes in quotes), and I was far, far more risque than I ever have been before in a red plaid Catholic schoolgirl skirt that almost-but-not-quite covered my ass, a button up that was unbuttoned to show off my expensive push-up bra and everything it was um, pushing, and my dog collar. Naughty, naughty me. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided that wearing that ensemble was a good idea...
Then again, I guess it wasn't a bad idea. I had an astounding number of people groping me, peering under my skirt, grinding up against me, complimenting me, and all-around laving tons of affectionate, positive attention on me. I was molested by a lot of people! More stated that they'd never seen me looking so sexy, and I noticed a lot more people staring quietly.
O_o!
I'm not complaining, but it was really weird.
The show itself was awesome. Really, really awesome.
Highlights: Alicia's ass hanging out of those black chaps! Bruce as a dominatrix getting chocolate syrup licked off his leg before leashing his "slave" and hauling "him" offstage. Michele Small tipping the MC in training, "Falex". The glorious return of Lili. The "I Think We're Alone Now" skit making fun of the Army's "don't ask, don't tell" policy. P.A.H.!
...and there's probably a lot more fun and interesting stuff that I'm forgetting.
I had a fucking blast! It was great. I tipped generously. (I went through 20$! O_O)
After the show was even better, in some ways.
My first mission was to give Marybeth...er, Benny... a kiss and a quick dance and then find and molest Bruce, who made a surprisingly attractive woman. (*boggles at the memory* Who the hell knew he'd look like that...?)
But, no. I'm jiving away from Benny and suddenly I feel...groped...as a hand slides down the front of my bra with the distinctive rough feel of money under the pads of the long fingers. I don't object to money, nor do I mind a nice, easily recognizable hand going down my bra, so I hold still. I know who it is, anyway, so its all good. Thank ya, Evan.
I did eventually make it over to Bruce to compliment him and-- if I remember correctly-- tip him, but it took a while.
Yeah, buddy. Women's panties and thigh-highs on a man are fucking hot. Really, mind-blowingly, I'll-worship-the-ground-you-walk-on hot. As I am directly responsible for both articles of clothing in one way or another, I must say that they were brilliant moves on my part.
I love me and my cracked-out ideas sometimes. Especially when I have a willingguinea pig model who's crazier than I am and doesn't mind playing along. *purrgrowl* Thank ya!
I seem to remember getting very frisky with Marybeth/Benny for much of the evening. Heh. Fun, fun, fun!
I also seem to remember the words "birthday sex." O_O... Hee!
The party at Gaia's was fun for a while, as I ran around (with pants on by this time, and a shirt that I wasn't spilling out of!) feeling up Lili's incredible ass, kissing on pretty girls wearing ties and men's pants, being on the receiving end of a very sexy Dance of the Veils (I really liked the part where the dancer ended up in my lap (TWICE!)... That was nice. ^_^), and generally being in the midst of gender-bending chaos.
Then everyone buggered off without saying anything and it was boring and late and Tom decided that we should go home.
Sadness and woe.
So I feel pretty good, if somewhat still tired from my sleep schedule being messed up again.
Onward to Jess's thoughts about her own gender and sexuality!
As I have mentioned before, I have recently upgraded from "bisexual" status to "pansexual" status. I feel that this describes my sexuality and my views on sex and gender much better; another word with equal standing in my book is "omnisexual".
I don't believe that there are a limited number of sexes, and I don't think that people need to be squeezed into little definitional boxes just to fit societies expectations. I reject that utterly.
Yes, my main sexual interest is toward men. I'll be the first one to admit to that. But that isn't the end all be all of my sexuality-- I am attracted to some women, I really like drag and cross-dressing on either sex, and all sorts of other gender-play interests me.
I like girls that look like boys; I like effeminate men. I love women in flannel and men's jeans, and boys with earrings and long hair. I have a thing real bad for people whose sex I cannot discern easily; androgyny is hot.
It's interesting, too, to make a note that, under the looser definitions of "transgendered", I am.
To sum up why I would make up such a strange statement, I offer this one quote, which I cried out yesterday in the car on the way up to Ashland:
"Why don't the gay boys like me?"
Yeah, this sounds like typical Jess-idiocy, but the thing is, I wasn't thinking about what I was saying really until I said it, and then went, "Wait... If they're gay of course they wouldn't like me like I want them too..."
But I don't think of myself as being female; I think of myself as being male-ish most of the time, and when that's taken into consideration, my question makes a lot more sense. Of course a pansexual-male-biased man would wonder why the cute gay boys aren't interested in him. *shakes head*
This is also why I don't have any problems calling people who get me all riled up and then wander off "cockteases" even though I don't have a cock.
Is this making any sense?
Maybe not.
It doesn't matter.
Ok, so lemme go over this. Pansexual-male-biased loosely transgendered...submissive?
Well, that depends. I'm much more likely to want to be submissive towards men and dominating with women. (Sex role bias? Possibly. I don't care, though.)
This only qualifies me in bed, by the way. I'm not what most normal people would consider submissive in my daily life. *wicked grin* Actually, I think it's because of my domineering, aggressive, don't-fuck-with-me, I'm-in-charge-here front that I crave having the power taken out of my hands.
I was very startled to have Heidi compliment me on my hair, saying that its proper, considering that I'm a butch.
"I'm not butch!" I yelped, surprised.
But everyone standing around agreed with Heidi, which made me suddenly very aware of how I must come off to other people. I certainly don't think I'm butch. To be honest, I don't like any of the butch/lipstick/femme/etc. labels, and am not interested in having one of them slapped on me.
Damn you people, I'm not butch.
And I'm polyamorous. I think, in fact, that the best relationship for me to be in would be a stable trio. I don't have too many jealousy issues, and wouldn't mind sharing lovers, provided that everyone does share.
Gawd... *looks back over this*
I'm a freak of nature/psychology.
*shrugs*
I guess I could sum it all up like this:
Jess is what Jess is, and that is the definition of identity.
Jess likes what Jess likes, and that's all that matters as far as sexual preference goes.
Right.
And since I seem to be pretty regular about ending my posts with a note about going to bed...
I'm going to bed now!
No, not just any drag show...our alma mater Northland College's drag show.
Yeah, it was worth the trip.
Northland has the best drag. Flat-out. I don't care what anyone else say.
And I can tell you why it is the best.
It's because the people performing never forget that it's about fun and play; they don't take themselves so seriously. They play games and do skits and prance sillily across the stage in frilly skirts and chaps and all sorts of ridiculous outfits. They don't shoot for the top; they shoot for a place five miles past the top, and it's a roaring success.
Tom and I went with Annie and Melvin-- who it was wonderful to see again. Tom "prettified" himself (by his standards, not mine, which is why it goes in quotes), and I was far, far more risque than I ever have been before in a red plaid Catholic schoolgirl skirt that almost-but-not-quite covered my ass, a button up that was unbuttoned to show off my expensive push-up bra and everything it was um, pushing, and my dog collar. Naughty, naughty me. I don't know what I was thinking when I decided that wearing that ensemble was a good idea...
Then again, I guess it wasn't a bad idea. I had an astounding number of people groping me, peering under my skirt, grinding up against me, complimenting me, and all-around laving tons of affectionate, positive attention on me. I was molested by a lot of people! More stated that they'd never seen me looking so sexy, and I noticed a lot more people staring quietly.
O_o!
I'm not complaining, but it was really weird.
The show itself was awesome. Really, really awesome.
Highlights: Alicia's ass hanging out of those black chaps! Bruce as a dominatrix getting chocolate syrup licked off his leg before leashing his "slave" and hauling "him" offstage. Michele Small tipping the MC in training, "Falex". The glorious return of Lili. The "I Think We're Alone Now" skit making fun of the Army's "don't ask, don't tell" policy. P.A.H.!
...and there's probably a lot more fun and interesting stuff that I'm forgetting.
I had a fucking blast! It was great. I tipped generously. (I went through 20$! O_O)
After the show was even better, in some ways.
My first mission was to give Marybeth...er, Benny... a kiss and a quick dance and then find and molest Bruce, who made a surprisingly attractive woman. (*boggles at the memory* Who the hell knew he'd look like that...?)
But, no. I'm jiving away from Benny and suddenly I feel...groped...as a hand slides down the front of my bra with the distinctive rough feel of money under the pads of the long fingers. I don't object to money, nor do I mind a nice, easily recognizable hand going down my bra, so I hold still. I know who it is, anyway, so its all good. Thank ya, Evan.
I did eventually make it over to Bruce to compliment him and-- if I remember correctly-- tip him, but it took a while.
Yeah, buddy. Women's panties and thigh-highs on a man are fucking hot. Really, mind-blowingly, I'll-worship-the-ground-you-walk-on hot. As I am directly responsible for both articles of clothing in one way or another, I must say that they were brilliant moves on my part.
I love me and my cracked-out ideas sometimes. Especially when I have a willing
I seem to remember getting very frisky with Marybeth/Benny for much of the evening. Heh. Fun, fun, fun!
I also seem to remember the words "birthday sex." O_O... Hee!
The party at Gaia's was fun for a while, as I ran around (with pants on by this time, and a shirt that I wasn't spilling out of!) feeling up Lili's incredible ass, kissing on pretty girls wearing ties and men's pants, being on the receiving end of a very sexy Dance of the Veils (I really liked the part where the dancer ended up in my lap (TWICE!)... That was nice. ^_^), and generally being in the midst of gender-bending chaos.
Then everyone buggered off without saying anything and it was boring and late and Tom decided that we should go home.
Sadness and woe.
So I feel pretty good, if somewhat still tired from my sleep schedule being messed up again.
Onward to Jess's thoughts about her own gender and sexuality!
As I have mentioned before, I have recently upgraded from "bisexual" status to "pansexual" status. I feel that this describes my sexuality and my views on sex and gender much better; another word with equal standing in my book is "omnisexual".
I don't believe that there are a limited number of sexes, and I don't think that people need to be squeezed into little definitional boxes just to fit societies expectations. I reject that utterly.
Yes, my main sexual interest is toward men. I'll be the first one to admit to that. But that isn't the end all be all of my sexuality-- I am attracted to some women, I really like drag and cross-dressing on either sex, and all sorts of other gender-play interests me.
I like girls that look like boys; I like effeminate men. I love women in flannel and men's jeans, and boys with earrings and long hair. I have a thing real bad for people whose sex I cannot discern easily; androgyny is hot.
It's interesting, too, to make a note that, under the looser definitions of "transgendered", I am.
To sum up why I would make up such a strange statement, I offer this one quote, which I cried out yesterday in the car on the way up to Ashland:
"Why don't the gay boys like me?"
Yeah, this sounds like typical Jess-idiocy, but the thing is, I wasn't thinking about what I was saying really until I said it, and then went, "Wait... If they're gay of course they wouldn't like me like I want them too..."
But I don't think of myself as being female; I think of myself as being male-ish most of the time, and when that's taken into consideration, my question makes a lot more sense. Of course a pansexual-male-biased man would wonder why the cute gay boys aren't interested in him. *shakes head*
This is also why I don't have any problems calling people who get me all riled up and then wander off "cockteases" even though I don't have a cock.
Is this making any sense?
Maybe not.
It doesn't matter.
Ok, so lemme go over this. Pansexual-male-biased loosely transgendered...submissive?
Well, that depends. I'm much more likely to want to be submissive towards men and dominating with women. (Sex role bias? Possibly. I don't care, though.)
This only qualifies me in bed, by the way. I'm not what most normal people would consider submissive in my daily life. *wicked grin* Actually, I think it's because of my domineering, aggressive, don't-fuck-with-me, I'm-in-charge-here front that I crave having the power taken out of my hands.
I was very startled to have Heidi compliment me on my hair, saying that its proper, considering that I'm a butch.
"I'm not butch!" I yelped, surprised.
But everyone standing around agreed with Heidi, which made me suddenly very aware of how I must come off to other people. I certainly don't think I'm butch. To be honest, I don't like any of the butch/lipstick/femme/etc. labels, and am not interested in having one of them slapped on me.
Damn you people, I'm not butch.
And I'm polyamorous. I think, in fact, that the best relationship for me to be in would be a stable trio. I don't have too many jealousy issues, and wouldn't mind sharing lovers, provided that everyone does share.
Gawd... *looks back over this*
I'm a freak of nature/psychology.
*shrugs*
I guess I could sum it all up like this:
Jess is what Jess is, and that is the definition of identity.
Jess likes what Jess likes, and that's all that matters as far as sexual preference goes.
Right.
And since I seem to be pretty regular about ending my posts with a note about going to bed...
I'm going to bed now!
