dykes everywhere!

Back in my hometown I drag my best friend to the gayest club in town. We start of with a glass of wine each and end up spending more time sitting at a table with a bunch of very young dykes than on the dance floor. One of them is a bit cooler than the others. An etchnic chic with a piercing through her lip. She’s flirty but she keeps dissapearing. When she reappears for the umpteenth time she sits her jeaned but down next to me and, drunk as we both are we kind of fall in to a hug. I smile and tell her I’ve missed her and she kisses me on the side of my still smiling mouth. Which leads to a make-out-session. Mmm… soft lips.

If she hadn’t been living with her parents I’d follow her home (since I’m here visiting mine as well). Unfortunately we’re not in a Tokyo full of love hotels. The fact that she’s only 18 doesn’t really bother me, but I feel the need to tease her about it anyways. “Has anyone ever told you you’re insanely cute?” she asks, and no, no one has ever used that phrasing actually… And then we part ways in the night. Best friend was probably a little bit surprised, but she’s the only one I’ve told that I actually slept with a girl when I was in Tokyo… She handled herself splendidly anyways. Gotta love her.

It was a fun night, but the memory of those kisses doesn’t really reverb like the one electic kiss I shared with Curly. Not that I’m really in to him, but kissing a girl is mostly very… “…so?” Feels completely natural and not as electric, if you know what I mean… Or maybe it was just this girl.

cupcake

Rocker Chick calls me to see if I’m free to hang out. I’m unfortunately busy, and when I call her up, almost two hours later she’s already at home and feeling a bit under the weather, apparently.

I feel stupid for a second or two, but how am I supposed to know she’d call me out of the blue, wanting to meet up immediately? I suppose I could’ve left my schedule clear, but then I realize that that would make me Rocker Chicks bitch. It’s too bad though, I haven’t seen her since that night at the club when we were both really drunk, and I was kinda looking forward to seeing how we’d interract. Man, I just got a flashback. She’s so cute. (I want her!)

I’m gonna have to invite her to come stay with me for a weekend. I wonder if she’d dare to come?

Maybe tomorrow, if she’s still isn’t feeling good, I could stop by her place with some cupcakes or something, before I hop on a bus to go back to my “other home” to make up for the fact that I’m so popular I didn’t have time for her when she called.

let’s hang out at my mom’s

I didn’t see Rocker Chick yesterday after all. I’m thinking I should invite her to come visit me soon. We could go to that lesbian club that I’ve been wanting to go to ever since I moved to my latest “home”, but haven’t had the courage to visit on my own. Well see what happens…

Meanwhile I saved Turtle from fatigue yesterday when his flatmate was being totally depressed and depressing by inviting him to hang out at my moms. He ended up spending the night. I wonder what kind of relationship my mom thinks we have… 

And Tinkerbell is off the list. She’s still cute as hell and I respect her a lot, cause she’s the only one in my department that works her ass off, which is something I really admire, but she has a boyfriend. He’s in Australia at the moment, but a boyfriend nevertheless. And I might be crazy enough to chase after chicks that aren’t really gay, but I’m not crazy enough to chase after chicks that are in heterosexual relationships and that I also work with. 

adore me

I just had a chat with two ladies about men and their lack of capability to grasp that a woman is in to them. One of them, Ozzy, is apparently trying to get a guy to understand that she want to spend some time with him without a bunch of friends loitering about. She’s not sure if he’s in to her, which complicates things a little, but me and this other girl are giving her complete opposite advice. “Call him!” “Don’t call him!” “Tell him how you feel!” “Trick him in to going with you on a non-date!” And while we’re talking and debating I realize that I’ve barely had this problem at all. The men (and women) I’ve been involved with (except for my very first boyfriend) have all adored me. They’ve looked at me with complete facination and awe. And I have played my part well in keeping up the charade. Alice – the intriguing woman.

 

And now as I’m thinking about Rocker Chick and my half-assed attempt to get her to understand that she should date me, I realize that this is the first time I’m thinking about attempting a chase where the victim in question is not already on the hook, so to speak. Althought, she did say that if she were to sleep with a girl she’d definitely sleep with me, and later the same evening her answer to my question: “So when are we gonna sleep together, ey?” was not a bothered look and an attempt to change the subject, but simply ” have my period…”

What do you think, folks? Do I have a chance?

 

gay clubbing close to home

I’m going back to my hometown over Easter. Was thinking I might go to the gay club. Last time I was there was many years ago, when I was in a relationship with a guy, but I remember watching a couple of girls make out on the dancefloor as if they were about to devour each-other with a look of endearment and a tinge of envy.

The only thing is that one of the former (?) owners (I don’t know if he’s moved on by now) is a friend of my family. And I’m afraid if I find someone to make out with word is gonna spread in the circles my mom travels in, and I’d hate for her to hear rumours about me and what I do from close-minded people who don’t know their ass from their face.Or maybe I just don’t care and go anyways.    

the lack of excitement makes me gay!

On my way home from work today I got that… you know that feeling that your chest kind of cramps up in excitement? Except I had nothing to be excited about.  The only thing I’ve got going for me right now is that I really like my job, and that my family isn’t too far away. But other than that, I have no life. See, I have no parter in crime for the first time in a long time. No boyfriend, no allies, no high school-like conviction of “It’s us against the world.” Right now it’s just me. Against the world.

Now I know you might be thinking: “Isn’t that a tad dramatical?” and truthfully, yes. Yes indeed it is! But what the hell’s a girl to do when her life bores her increadibly? I’m not asking to fall in love or anything, in fact, I’m asking to be left the hell out of those sort of emotions and arrangements, but what does a girl have to do to get some sweet ass around here? I mean, come on…

Now, the boys are so-so cute, but most of the girls here look like they’re freakin’ edible! Mmm, girls.