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The Liquid Munch
4/25/2005 1:23 pm Last Read: |
I hitched a ride with friends and went to what is known as the Liquid Munch last night. So dubbed because, several years ago, me and my pals Paul and The Evil Malc (TM) decided we were tired of having Munches at places where you couldn't get a good cocktail. It has moved locations and is now held at a bar called Bliss. There is a groovy back room, private, with couches and pedestal tables, a chain link fence, cool music, the works. We arrived and there were only a couple of people there. The delightful D., who I hadn't seen in a long time, was there, so we caught up for a bit. Hes working on the human genome project. He is pretty smart, that one. To say the least. krisleathers arrived, and we chatted and gossiped for a while, swapping tales of Foolish Behaviours by onlookers at sex clubs. Hilarious! My friend Andrew, fresh from his stint teaching whip cracking and such arrived, and I returned to him the laptop Id borrowed months and months ago, when I needed to escape SF and went on a writing retreat for my solo show. He and (most of) his family are moving away this summer...they will be missed. Ian and Angela were there, and I asked them about the Dog & Pony show that they'd been one of the organizers for. It had gone well, apparently! I was glad to hear that their outing had not been interrupted by too many gawkers. Yes, the hold one of the Dog & Pony weekend events in a park; no one is wearing anything that isn't street legal, but even in SF the sight of people trotting about on all fours will draw the occasional glance. Most people are just bemused, though, and kids love the human ponies. I'd chatted with Angela a week or so ago about the event, and about possible public queries. My advice to them was that if they were questioned, tell people that there were performance artists. Which isn't a lie. Hey, if Cirque Du Soleil can have people running around in reverse-anthropomorphic garb, why can't we??  It was great to be able to catch up with so many people. I'd forgotten how much fun it can be just to socialize with other kink folk, and relax. My erstwhile play-partner Steve and his girlfriend B. showed up having brought their supper, and introduced a couple of women to the group. I suppose the very presence of my butt within proximity encouraged Steve to swat it, crisply, with the flat of his hand. I, of course, turned the other cheek. You know how I feel about symmetry. He was very obliging. Several times more throughout the evening, in fact... I'd gone to the bar for another Makers(neat, please!) and returned to wriggle my way back next to B. and Andrew, and the conversation took a bit of a turn towards the sober as we discussed the frightful state of affairs in terms of the coal mines in China and how long it would be before we reached peak oil production. In the midst of that conversation, I remembered that I'd forgotten to ask D. {who is an Aussie} about possibly lending his ears for Crowded Fires next show. The show is set in Australia, and the Aussie accent is arguably the HARDEST to get right and carry off well. He was quite amenable. On another trip to the bar I tweaked B.'s boobies and she cracked up laughing "Nobody does that to me!!" she laughed "I know!! Because you are the tough-ass Mistress and all." SO, of course, I tweaked 'em again on the way back. Now, it was a couple of rounds into the evening so I am not rightly sure HOW we went from sober discussions about the ultimate result of supercooling of the gulf stream and whether or not old Vladimir Pooty Poot Putin is full of shit, but yeah, at some point Andrew had a sizeable mouthful of my shoulder in his teeth, and I was alternately wriggling giggling and sighing on the couch. The conversation did eventually resume, however. I popped up later to talk with Paul and his girlfriend about the totally bitchen website overheardinnewyork, which is one of the ceaselessly awesome sources of hilarity online. Steve was behind me, gave me a hug, which soon became an arm casually draped around my shoulders which soon became an arm wrapped around my neck which soon tightened. I laughed, but then I couldn't quite catch my breath. His arm tightened even further, and I couldn't breathe. Mmm, delicious. I hitched another gasp and struggled away from him. I didn't get too far, and my protests were somewhat weak as his hands found and squeezingly pinched both of my breasts....Ooo, now he'd done it! He shoved me over to a vacant couch, pushing me down with one hand and gripping my throat with the other. I wriggled, gasped, and things got fuzzy for a moment. I purred. He laughed; There it is... he grinned, and let me back up. Fucker! He gets me every time Things wound down after eleven or so it is, after all, a school night  Thanks again for the lift home, krisleathers!I was amused to wake up this morning and wonder why my neck and shoulder were so sore then I remembered. Thanks, Andrew  Mollena
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4/26/2005 12:42 am |
The bit where Steve got you on the couch was incredibly hot to watch. You looked like you were having a grand good time!
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 4/26/2005 9:52 am |
Weeeeeeeeee! Er, I mean yes. Yes, it was quite enjoyable. {=} Mollena
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