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staxxyweird night at the club,
I dunno.
One person trying to convince me to be a pro dom because I would "be so good at it". And me trying to explain that I tried it, and it bored me. I had slaves and it bored me. I had house boys, and they were at least interesting. But the dom stuff BORED ME TO FUCKING TEARS. Hence, none for me. BUT SHE WOULDN'T FUCKING GET IT THROUGH HER HEAD.
blah.
and then, there was the guy who gets too friendly like at me. I will grant that a lot of people have permissions to be very touchy feelie with me, but they have been granted just that - *permissions*. :( And yet he is always assuming that he has far more leeway than he does. If he is at the club the next time I go it will be time for words. It is almost as if he thinks that because he was gone for a while, and because I have known him for over 10 years, that must give him special permissions. AARRRRGGGHHH. Really, it is just pissing me off!!! It was worse tonight than it has been in the past. But I was in no mood to be really rational about it tonight.
... and then there were my friends.
a lot of whom were having fucked up nights of their own.
and it makes me sad when my friends are not happy. Even if they are putting up the good front. It is obvious by their body language that things are not ok, and by the number of hugs I get from them....
Perhaps it was the evening. Perhaps it was the clientele tonight.
I do not know. It was just fucked up.
I dunno.
One person trying to convince me to be a pro dom because I would "be so good at it". And me trying to explain that I tried it, and it bored me. I had slaves and it bored me. I had house boys, and they were at least interesting. But the dom stuff BORED ME TO FUCKING TEARS. Hence, none for me. BUT SHE WOULDN'T FUCKING GET IT THROUGH HER HEAD.
blah.
and then, there was the guy who gets too friendly like at me. I will grant that a lot of people have permissions to be very touchy feelie with me, but they have been granted just that - *permissions*. :( And yet he is always assuming that he has far more leeway than he does. If he is at the club the next time I go it will be time for words. It is almost as if he thinks that because he was gone for a while, and because I have known him for over 10 years, that must give him special permissions. AARRRRGGGHHH. Really, it is just pissing me off!!! It was worse tonight than it has been in the past. But I was in no mood to be really rational about it tonight.
... and then there were my friends.
a lot of whom were having fucked up nights of their own.
and it makes me sad when my friends are not happy. Even if they are putting up the good front. It is obvious by their body language that things are not ok, and by the number of hugs I get from them....
Perhaps it was the evening. Perhaps it was the clientele tonight.
I do not know. It was just fucked up.
