Dom-inion Day
I've never been in America on the fourth as an adult....I was thinking of going down south for it. But, the chance of work when it's slow that weekend has arisen. Of course, the bulk of the work is on the weekend. ( Mark Knophler, a rave and Kid Rock Show ) So I have a feeling that my last weekend for summer happened on our holiday.
It was weird not working on Canada Day / weekend. Thats usually a big show weekend for me. So, I convinced a friend ( who was an old GF ) M., to come to Sin City with me and dance the saturday night away with some pervy people. She's always said she wanted to come, and even bought some rather expensive rubber gear to play along. She's wanted to go previously, but her BF is not interested. And each time I've asked before, to go solo with me he vetoes her night. But, he was out on a guy weekend, mountain biking. So she came along.
I've noticed at thease events that, if you go with a woman who's all perved up. The "Strict Fetish Clothing" policing door guy doesn't even give me, a guy, the once over. Where as if I'm a single guy, on my own. I have to really dress up in the accepted attire, to cross the threshold . - In fact, everything is better outside the club. People smile more. - "Aw, look at the cute hetro-pervy couple, honey..." Drunken crowds of guys whistle. Taxi drivers chat with us.
Venturing to Sin City on my own. I automatically feel like I was when I was some geeky, teen, punker kid in suburbia. Laughed at, suspiciously oppressed by jocks, and avoided by Taxi drivers. It's times like this that I really feel for the guys in the gay community here. And I understand why they collect as a mini society in the west end. That omnipresent hetero-jock oppression in the western world against any guy dressing glam, or any costume that might border on hinting or questioning a persons sexuality. Meanwhile, the jocks all gather at the sports bar, on the Canada Day weekend. To watch pay per view, UFC fighting championships where beefy guys wrestle, punch and grope each other bare chested.
The only bad thing about bringing a new person to Sin City is having to possibly entertain them. Which gets in the way of me entertaining myself. Even in all the rubber dress and corset. M, was really kind of uptight or not into it. Nervous about being there without her guy. Always worried that she might run into a student from her college. Or somebody she knew out in the real world. ( Which is why I always suggested that she dress up as the hot SM teacher... you know, laugh and have fun with her chosen profession. Look the normals in the eye with what they weird out over. ) I thought we were friends long enough that she'd relax and loosen up. But, she danced like she was at a high school sock hop. So, we spent most of the time talking about kinky relationships. ( Or, rather my lack of one. ) And we tried to figure out who in the crowd was the most kinky. Who was the most Dom or Sub Guy or Girl. Or who like us was just being a kinky tourist.
( Why do most of the women I know see BDSM in such strict relationships? M, was going on about a friend who was into being a REAL sub. but couldn't find a 100 % Dom guy. - The kind who is dominant all the time and provides 24/7 ( materially and otherwise ) for the woman's gift of submission. Personally, I think this is impossible in this day and age. Back in the 1950's when one man's job provided for a family. Sure. But, now with the expectations of equality, and the fact that it takes two or more incomes to buy a place and have a relationship. Now, it only works as bedroom fantasy. Plus, most normal guys don't want to always be the Dom. I know I don't. Sex, when I get it.... is so much better 50 / 50 between two confident people who can express and play with fantasy. Which is why I like to go to Sin City when I can. Maybe I can get more confident about my own fantasies or more confident about approaching kinky women.)
I guess she was expecting it would be more wild, or more of an event. But, like anything you make it what it is....
I mean it's really just an adult halloween party. A quick Bi - weekly thrill for the hetero Artsy community that likes wearing leather PVC or fun costumes. The best parts for me is, I get to voyeur for the evening. And the women seem far more open to compliments about their kinky attire. ( Compliment the shoes... thats the best place to start. ) I guess, it's because I'm a like person. Enjoying the feel of leather and rubber as well. because I'm playing along.
So, I got her back on her way home, and went back to the club, for the last hour of dancing....
I've never been in America on the fourth as an adult....I was thinking of going down south for it. But, the chance of work when it's slow that weekend has arisen. Of course, the bulk of the work is on the weekend. ( Mark Knophler, a rave and Kid Rock Show ) So I have a feeling that my last weekend for summer happened on our holiday.
It was weird not working on Canada Day / weekend. Thats usually a big show weekend for me. So, I convinced a friend ( who was an old GF ) M., to come to Sin City with me and dance the saturday night away with some pervy people. She's always said she wanted to come, and even bought some rather expensive rubber gear to play along. She's wanted to go previously, but her BF is not interested. And each time I've asked before, to go solo with me he vetoes her night. But, he was out on a guy weekend, mountain biking. So she came along.
I've noticed at thease events that, if you go with a woman who's all perved up. The "Strict Fetish Clothing" policing door guy doesn't even give me, a guy, the once over. Where as if I'm a single guy, on my own. I have to really dress up in the accepted attire, to cross the threshold . - In fact, everything is better outside the club. People smile more. - "Aw, look at the cute hetro-pervy couple, honey..." Drunken crowds of guys whistle. Taxi drivers chat with us.
Venturing to Sin City on my own. I automatically feel like I was when I was some geeky, teen, punker kid in suburbia. Laughed at, suspiciously oppressed by jocks, and avoided by Taxi drivers. It's times like this that I really feel for the guys in the gay community here. And I understand why they collect as a mini society in the west end. That omnipresent hetero-jock oppression in the western world against any guy dressing glam, or any costume that might border on hinting or questioning a persons sexuality. Meanwhile, the jocks all gather at the sports bar, on the Canada Day weekend. To watch pay per view, UFC fighting championships where beefy guys wrestle, punch and grope each other bare chested.
The only bad thing about bringing a new person to Sin City is having to possibly entertain them. Which gets in the way of me entertaining myself. Even in all the rubber dress and corset. M, was really kind of uptight or not into it. Nervous about being there without her guy. Always worried that she might run into a student from her college. Or somebody she knew out in the real world. ( Which is why I always suggested that she dress up as the hot SM teacher... you know, laugh and have fun with her chosen profession. Look the normals in the eye with what they weird out over. ) I thought we were friends long enough that she'd relax and loosen up. But, she danced like she was at a high school sock hop. So, we spent most of the time talking about kinky relationships. ( Or, rather my lack of one. ) And we tried to figure out who in the crowd was the most kinky. Who was the most Dom or Sub Guy or Girl. Or who like us was just being a kinky tourist.
( Why do most of the women I know see BDSM in such strict relationships? M, was going on about a friend who was into being a REAL sub. but couldn't find a 100 % Dom guy. - The kind who is dominant all the time and provides 24/7 ( materially and otherwise ) for the woman's gift of submission. Personally, I think this is impossible in this day and age. Back in the 1950's when one man's job provided for a family. Sure. But, now with the expectations of equality, and the fact that it takes two or more incomes to buy a place and have a relationship. Now, it only works as bedroom fantasy. Plus, most normal guys don't want to always be the Dom. I know I don't. Sex, when I get it.... is so much better 50 / 50 between two confident people who can express and play with fantasy. Which is why I like to go to Sin City when I can. Maybe I can get more confident about my own fantasies or more confident about approaching kinky women.)
I guess she was expecting it would be more wild, or more of an event. But, like anything you make it what it is....
I mean it's really just an adult halloween party. A quick Bi - weekly thrill for the hetero Artsy community that likes wearing leather PVC or fun costumes. The best parts for me is, I get to voyeur for the evening. And the women seem far more open to compliments about their kinky attire. ( Compliment the shoes... thats the best place to start. ) I guess, it's because I'm a like person. Enjoying the feel of leather and rubber as well. because I'm playing along.
So, I got her back on her way home, and went back to the club, for the last hour of dancing....
zippo:
I work at Petsmart. I get a 30 min. lunch break for an 8 hour shift, but if its under 8 hours I only get 15 minutes. Often they'll schedule me for 7 hours and 45 minutes so that I only get 15 minutes. Meanwhile... the other employees that smoke are getting paid for an hour or more of smoke breaks.