It was probably the best experience of my life. I went with my girlfriend, Veronica and a lesbian I’ve known for a while named Mckay and my gay best friend, Gary. Don’t tell anyone, but I wasn’t supposed to be there. That alone made my night exciting. I was pumped with adrenaline by just walking in the door, being carded, the X’s on my hands being drawn by a gay guy in just his underwear. I met up with my girlfriend, we went on to the dance floor and just watched for a bit, taking in the atmosphere and the people.
It was underwear night, so there were a lot of people without much clothing on. Everyone was dancing together. The music was loud. The lights were bright. A drag queen came out. That’s when we finally moved onto the actual dance floor to get a better look at her. She danced and sang. She threw glowsticks.
When she left, we finally started dancing. I danced with Veronica. I danced on Gary. Danced on Mckay. Slowly but surely, my anxiety melted away. The music made me high. Soon, before I knew it, nothing existed except the music, lights, mine and my girlfriend’s bodies pressed together and the people around us who were in the same trance. I loved it. So much. I don’t remember my shirt coming off, but I was dancing in my bra.
I was dancing with Veronica, feeling her up, grinding on her. Every kiss was filled with fire, our lips brushing pushed me closer and closer to ecstacy. Every tug on my jeans, breath in my ear. Everything we did was controlled by the music. It was so fucking amazing.
…And then it was suddenly over. We were going home. I hadn’t come down from my high yet. My legs were still moving in the car. We were all laughing. It felt great. An amazing way to start the summer. With my friends. I loved it.
Gah, that was so cheesy, but that’s really, honestly how it all felt.
Went to a gay club for the first time today. It was hawt.
The music was great, the chicks were hot, the guys were crazy. Oh and it was underwear night. So I danced without a shirt on. So did my girlfriend. Oh my gawd.
Usually, I’d be freaking out around so many people. But no. I got lost in the music. Got high from it. My thoughts and fears melted away. I road on the music and tasted the lights. The bodies pressed around me. Mine and my girlfriends bodies moving as one, melting into each other to the feel of the music. It was great. And no one was there to judge us. I loved it. Absolutely loved it.
Fucking FUCK NORTHCAROLINA okay?! Amendment One?! Fucking no! How can you all be so fucking stupid! This is fucking bullshit! I don’t give a flying FUCK what the fucking bible says! This isn’t about whether or not gays should marry! This fucking law involves ANYONE not married (not just the fags!) and their kids! My fucking GIRLFRIEND is losing her medical insurrence because you’re all self righteous little bible humpers! And why. Because her parents aren’t married?! That’s what Amendment One is! Oh! It’s against your relgion for fags to marry?! Well it’s against mine to fucking doctrinate children so let’s make Sunday school illegal too!
Just fucking wait. The protests will start. All of us, even if we’re too young to vote will raise hell. Just wait. Protesting, strikes. The economy will go to shit. Innocent kids will DIE from lack of insurrence all because you’re doing “God’s duty.”
Well FUCK YOU North Carolina.
I never thought i’d ever be in a relationship that long, and yet, here I am, young and in love. It’s great. She’s my best friend, too. We don’t just kiss ‘n cuddle and watch movies. We trade pokemon games, we wrestle in my back yard and cram ourselves into the tiny treehouse. We ride bikes on the path by my house. Didn’t think I’d ever make it this far. Didn’t think anyone could put up with me for that long.
Here’s to many more years, months, days, hours, minutes, and cups of coffee, baby. I love you.