impboy

well, lyn's back. hurrah! time to move on.

last night was some heavy, conscience-soaked shit I had to deal with, and i guess it sorta applied to the curse of being mr. nice guy. so here's the deal.

i go to one of those wonderful BM parties over at the red loft, a downtown live/work space hosted by paynie. paynie has had a history of throwing rather risque events (attended in the past by many of your SG faves, btw) - the guy has a stripper pole on his bar, after all, which voltaire has graced with her presence. it's too bad you weren't there.

well, anyway, last night, i saw someone i hooked up with briefly at LADecom there. she was dressed in a thong and i ended up seeing some guy grab her ass. (she tells me that she told him not to just beforehand, but i didn't hear this. it's a party, after al. the memory itself is a bit fuzzy, as well)

now homegirl's a flirt, but no means no, and as i talked to her a little later, she insisted that i had a moral obligation to do something. i didn't want things to get worse, and i sensed a situation that could have easily turned violent if it was handled incorrecty. but she told me that this was important, that this was about women feeling comfortable in our community. when someone looks you in the eye and says, "do it for the women of burning man," you really feel like that big wooden effigy in the desert is trying to say something to you, ya dig?

so i did the manly thing, and tattled.

so, did i do the right thing? i did probably the only thing i legally could have, and i'm sure paynie would say i did. but this is the third time this guy has done this to the same woman, and now i feel implicated.

ya know, it's an easy thing to get rid of assholes if they harass people here on SG. they get zotted. the real world doesnt work like that unfortunately. it's further complicated too when you have people who want to flirt and fool around and play with sexuality - which they should. these and many other issues crept into my skull last night when all i wanted was a good time.

well, i suppose i'll be formulating my response to this for a long time to come. but i'll do something. for the women of burning man or something. or at least so i can look at myself in the mirror.

narcississtic people love their mirrors, yo.