Who's the bitch?
Well, if nobody else is going to blog this weekend's happenings, then I will. We celebrated Queery's 21st birthday on Saturday night. It started out with a trip to Adult World on Saturday, followed by a nap (still recovering from the previous night, which involved two old friends of Just-ify & GreenDemon... but that's another story altogether... the girls were funky though). Anyway, what an entrance at the party! Since I do not yet have photographic evidence, I will attempt to paint the picture.
Just-ify: in full winter school-boy attire, choker chain around his neck with a dog-leash, red fluffy handcuffs linked to his belt. GD: baby-blue ribbon around his neck, attached to a chain, one pair of fluffy handcuffs across the front of his hips, another pair dangling from the middle of the first pair.
So, I donned my checked school skirt & white blouse, tie & baby-dolls, pig-tails & lollipop, and gave Queery the birthday present of his life (or a close second to his new 15-inch baby) - two big boys as his "bondage bitches" for the night. Upon arrival, we were greeted by happy faces, some familiar, some not. The way Queery put it, there were the fags, the hags, the Navy-guys, the liberal party-boys (aka Queery's Bitches), the real bitches, and the miscellaneous individuals who come across as normal, friendly people but we know what they're like... erm, normal & friendly ;-)
As per usual, our arrival at the Denim & Diamonds club on a quiet night represented the birth of life... Queery's hands were cuffed behind his back & I borrowed Just-ify's leash to keep him in line ;-) He also had a red balloon protruding from the front of his pants. There were many comments, many confused/curious/amused glances but none were as evil as the glares I got from the poppies posing on the couch while I whipped & got danced up by two tall chained men, one of whom was gaining respect from numerous ex-Paul Roosers for his patriotism.
The evening came to an end with Queery swaying like a sapling in gale force winds, punctuated by "I've lost my keys; where is my cellphone; where are my glasses?". Well, we managed to make a sleeping plan for him around all of these complications (all of the above items were eventually found in Mr.P's car, who had repeatedly insisted they weren't there & then disappeared to another club). Well, Queery had a bed, a dumping site & a nanny, and we needed sleep.
Just-ify: in full winter school-boy attire, choker chain around his neck with a dog-leash, red fluffy handcuffs linked to his belt. GD: baby-blue ribbon around his neck, attached to a chain, one pair of fluffy handcuffs across the front of his hips, another pair dangling from the middle of the first pair.
So, I donned my checked school skirt & white blouse, tie & baby-dolls, pig-tails & lollipop, and gave Queery the birthday present of his life (or a close second to his new 15-inch baby) - two big boys as his "bondage bitches" for the night. Upon arrival, we were greeted by happy faces, some familiar, some not. The way Queery put it, there were the fags, the hags, the Navy-guys, the liberal party-boys (aka Queery's Bitches), the real bitches, and the miscellaneous individuals who come across as normal, friendly people but we know what they're like... erm, normal & friendly ;-)
As per usual, our arrival at the Denim & Diamonds club on a quiet night represented the birth of life... Queery's hands were cuffed behind his back & I borrowed Just-ify's leash to keep him in line ;-) He also had a red balloon protruding from the front of his pants. There were many comments, many confused/curious/amused glances but none were as evil as the glares I got from the poppies posing on the couch while I whipped & got danced up by two tall chained men, one of whom was gaining respect from numerous ex-Paul Roosers for his patriotism.
The evening came to an end with Queery swaying like a sapling in gale force winds, punctuated by "I've lost my keys; where is my cellphone; where are my glasses?". Well, we managed to make a sleeping plan for him around all of these complications (all of the above items were eventually found in Mr.P's car, who had repeatedly insisted they weren't there & then disappeared to another club). Well, Queery had a bed, a dumping site & a nanny, and we needed sleep.
posted by Titania at 1:57 am
2 Comments:
It was a GR8 night
I concur. Most definitely.
You know the best people, queery ;)
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