bionicfemme

Long journal entry...but much to tell! Bear with me!

So me and Liz...wow, last night ruled and I have ascertained that alcohol turns me into a raging whore from Babylon! Liz came to my place and we promptly went on this journey to another one of her friend's houses...only this friend of hers is THE PRINCE OF YUGOSLAVIA. I bullshit you not. The poor lad is here in the US for a study abroad opportunity. He has dated a few American women and has found, like the rest of us, that they are all crazy! Anyway, we went to his place and talked with his roomies for a while, then left and went to some dinner party held by one of our mutual friends near the Castro. Liz and I had some red wine, and she told me that it wouldn't get us drunk. WRONG! It was some wine from, like, Europe or something and was incredibly potent. She ended up getting drunk and I ended up getting half-drunk and amorous a la girls gone wild. We danced to some trance at the party and a few of her moves rivaled my own. "You're good! Where did you learn that step?" I asked. "I used to be a raver." She said. "FUCK! I've raved for three years and i've been into electronica for six. You rock!" So then we danced together and bounced on this bed giggling hysterically and cuddling from all the wine...she was blushing from it!

We went out onto the Castro and ran into Nancy, the pretentious cocaine addict ex of mine. We said hi and she looked at Liz and I (who were now holding hands) with suspicion and jealousy towards Liz. This pisses me off because fuck, i'm not her property! And Nancy said she only liked kissing me because she liked to do it in front of men, so she can fuck off! She tried to talk to me but I said "Uh, bye" and turned my back on her, running away hand in hand with Liz.

We went up near this bar called "Daddy's" and found an overhang. Liz begged me to climb onto it and do my cage dancing moves and I said fine, despite the fact I was wearing these boots that weighed 1,000 pounds. I got on and started dancing, some lesbians gathered and started screaming "Damn girl, you got some booty, shake it" and because I was drunk, I did.

This girl that looked like Pocahontas whispered something to some man she was with and approached the overhang. She offered to dance with me and I could tell she was a girls gone wild girl, so I told her that I didn't think there was enough room on the overhang for both of us. She said there would be if we turned sideways and pressed our bodies against each other, so I said fuck it, fine. So she got on the overhang with me and I swear to God was poking me in the eye with her overtly fake breasts, but I was inebriated and I just enjoyed someone groping me. Our dancing got really dirty and we STOPPED footraffic! A circle of people cleared in the street and started watching us, they started cheering! Liz says approximately 20 photos were taken by strangers of me mad freaking this Pocahontas girl in my SEVERELY slutty dominatrix vampire outfit, which is the hottest thing I own. Pocahontas then told me, as she was sticking her boob in my eye, that the boy she whispered to was her fiancee. Then I rolled my eyes knowing she was just another straight girl exhibitionist. AFTER telling me that was her fiancee, she asks me if i'm seeing anybody!!!! I said "Well, uh, no." Then she said "Are you bi?" and I said "Nah. I'm completely single and completely gay. I'm a big raging homo." and started laughing. I guess she was afraid of a real live lesbian and got off of the overhang shortly after. Doesn't matter, she was really fake and I don't like being used as a tool to turn guys on. Liz said some couple walked past us and the woman turned to her partner saying "Honey, we should take those girls home with us." FUCK! Ah only daynce lahke that fo th' laydies.

So I got off of the overhang after having 20 incriminating photos taken of me fake humping the shit out of this girl. Liz panicked from so many people now flooding the Castro, so we tried to battle our way out through Market and 16th. Big mistake. Liz was so polite, saying "Excuse me, excuse me" and nobody would let her through. I grabbed her hand, held it tight in mine and pressed it to my chest. "I'll protect you" I said. I promptly started shouting and fighting. "Hey! Move! Move MOVE! BACK! OUT! FUCK YOU!" and started punching people in the eye and kicking them with my boots for Liz. We started running through the crowd beating people up. The people would always yell at Liz, not me! They say "Watch it, Raggedy Ann" and i'd turn to them, flaming orange contacts and devil garb, hissing "FUCK YOUUUU" and i'd punch them for her, much to her delight. I am a scary vampiress.

We made it out and I then realized that there was no more crowd, but we were still holding hands, and I liked it. We tried to ride a bus, which moved 3 blocks in 3 hours. Some guy pointed a gun at the window of the bus at me and I thought I would die, but he shot it and water came out and hit the spikes on my head. All was well. Liz and I were snuggling and telling tales of women we once knew. "I don't like when people eroticize and objectify lesbians, it isn't right." She said. And then, "I take lesbians very seriously, I like dating them better than other bi girls. I'm not like a girls gone wild girl, and I don't make out with girls for men. I love people based on who they are, not their gender." I nuzzled my face in her shoulder. It appears that every man or woman she's liked has been Filipino, so I suppose i've already won half the battle, lol.

The bus didn't go anywhere so we got off and walked to Haight, running past skeletons and zombies and french strumpets. "I'm cold, i'm cold" I said, and she put her arm around me to keep me warm. More snuggling. "Come on, I want to show you this cool place!" She said, and took me to a bar where her friend did all of the artwork for it. It was dark and other worldly. "Oh Liz, Liz this is beautiful" I said, looking at the ceramic masks on the wall and grabbing her hand tighter. We ran back out into the streets.

For an hour we tried to hail a cab, to no avail. We were worried that once we found one, I would not have enough money to get back to my house after we got to hers. The wine made me bold and lecherous. "Can I spend the night with you?" I asked, coyly. "I, uh...yeah! Yeah! My room is messy though. And my bed is small." She was blushing, it wasn't from wine. "It's ok by me..." I purred in her ear. "I have work tomorrow but...oh! Oh fuck it! I won't go!" she stammered. I laughed at her.

Suddenly we saw a police car and begged them to help us, as we were stranded. They agreed to deviate from their route and take us home, so then I was sad because I had no reason to go to Liz's house! Anyway, we rode home in the back seat of a police car, which cracked me up. On our way there, they got a call about alcohol poisoning at some place and we had to go with them to help out. We were stuck in the lobby of some random building as the paramedics took out a girl on a stretcher barfing all over herself in front of Liz and I. Then we noticed some guy dressed as a mime hiding in the bushes outside, watching us. We screamed and ran away, as earlier on that night there had already been one scary man watching us snuggle from some window and we freaked. Finally when the situation was under control, the police put us back in the car and dropped me off first, then Liz.

I was at home, getting ready for bed, when Liz called. "I just wanted to make sure this night was real" she said. "It was like a strange dream...but if you say it was real too then it must have been." We talked for a while about her love for Germany and then agreed to go to a poetry slam together perhaps next week.

You should always fall for a girl who is an English major. We are hopeless romantics. I see this in Liz.