It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-02-24 | 2:07 a.m. My weekend in Bosstown
	So I went to Boston this weekend for dragtastica and pornaliciousness. Oh fucking rock, weekend. Go ahead and do it. Yes, I had a brilliantly fabulous time. I stayed with one of my Programmites, who it turns out lives about three blocks away from one of my fellow Dragsters, who ended up being my traveling buddy/navigator for much of Boston, which was good since it easily qualifies for the top ten most confusing cities ever. Apparently the grid concept didn't exist when the streets were made, and I'd have been lost a lot. Anyway, I drove up with a couple of NYC Dragsters who turned out to be just as cute and fun and excellent as I had been hoping they were. We had bubbly conversation for most of the ridiculously long trip--I accidentally took 95 all the way to Boston. This is not the fastest route available by any means. Nonetheless, it was a jolly jaunt, and we did a lot of drag bonding. We talked about the possibilities of a drag king social and an all drag musical. Though the Royal Renegades have already done Grease (arguably the most fun musical there is), I figure there are tons more out there. Anyway, we got to Boston and to the club and did the lovely getting ready thing. There was a photographer there from the Boston Globe, and I secretly plan on googling myself within the next few weeks to see if I end up captioned in a picture. My fingers are crossed. The performances went well--it was drag and karaoke, and there were some really fun local kids who did some excellent drag as well as some fun standard karaoke, and all the numbers my fellow Dragsters did were pretty well received overall. We even made tips, thanks to the host, who passed a tip jar around for us. It was so so rocking. There was much hanging out that night, and the hitting of a party populated primarily by very hip and attractive young dykes and trannies. People in cities you aren't from are just always hotter, aren't they? It's kind of weird. I doubt there's that much hotness once you're in the scene. Sunday night was PORN, and since I love PORN I had a gay old time. I rode with my Dragster navigator to the club where we eventually met up with hir really cool housemates. Who, in fact, thought I was cool too. I love the mutual coolness, in case you're curious. Anyway, the porn was hot like cocoa and burned my tongue in pleasant ways. There was one out of San Francisco that I loved most of all; it was about a boy's school and all the boys' pervy fantasies. I was feeling super faggy and really, really wished that I gave off more of a fag vibe so that I could be a part of that kind of action. Le freakin Sigh. There's just no hope in dope. During intermission, there was a girl who read some of the best erotica I've heard in a long time. It was all about cruising at a gay bar and involved lots of boot licking and cock sucking and other such fun things. Please see above for how it made me feel. I want to be gay gay gay sometimes, so much that I wonder how it is that I'm a lesbian. It's mostly the whole straight boy thing. Urk. I digress. It was agreed that a porn should be made by those of us in attendance last night plus many of our fun and sexy pornable friends. I don't plan on letting this go, as I've been wanting to be in a porn for a while now. Or many porns, really. Giggly porn. The kind that involves funny looking underwear (ruffles, maybe) and (perhaps) a cleverly placed hat or puppet. Oh my god, puppets in porn is the most brilliant thing ever. I'd copyright it, but I think I'm for the freedom of ideas. So yes. It's really excellent though, right? Totally. At the end of the night, I went for the slutty dancing, because that is what I do. I've decided that I am mostly hot when I'm performing, and dancing is enough like performing that it turns me into an absolute sex bomb, so I went for the full court press of sexiness. I ended up dancing with the aforementioned writer of the super hot erotica, and won her over with my excellent ass shaking. One of my Programmites calls it the funky butt. I call it the only thing that is guaranteed to make the person you're dancing with think of fucking you doggy style. Whatever works. She invited me back to her place, but I figured it would be a bad plan, since I was expected at my friend's house, so I respectfully declined and asked for making out instead. She was totally slutty, so it worked out fine. Excellent kissing, and I even friendstered her today. On the way home I wrote three funny songs, and can't remember how any of them go. It's sad, because I swear they were good. I know one was a reprise of a song I wrote for my roommate entitled "Do It (Like Breeders)" and another was about being a faggy lesbian. The last one was mostly made up of the word fuck, sung operatically, with the occasional "I like to" and "and" thrown in. It was really the opera that made it great. I need a mini tape recorder for my music. And a digital camera for my makeouts. Also PORNS. I feel capital letters all over right now. I also feel like I kind of developed a for real crush over the weekend that is stupid stupid. Alas and lackaday, the unrequitedness of crushes hurts me in my heart. Oh Crushy, you make me cry that special way. **OVER BOWLED** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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