I'm Not Looking Forward To Another Visit.
I'm having a motivation factor issue. I want to get stuff done, but I seem to sidetrack myself. It seems something always comes up... or maybe I'm just good at focusing my attentions elsewhere. I have many things I want to work on... but I tend to end up just rehashing some of the work I've already done... My dad called this morning and says he's coming back up... AGAIN... I thought I'd at least get a month or two of a break... but it seems not. I need to get a mattress pad on the bed he's going to sleep on... I don't know if I can talk him out of coming or not... He is irritated that my sisters won't talk to him... and I know why... most of our conversations are spent with him telling me what I need to do... and when he comes it's no different... I think I'm not going to go out anywhere... and I will spend most of my time in a different room... I've made it too fun for him by getting out and going places... at least if he comes this time, I have my computer set up in my "closet" ...although the closet is the size of a small bedroom... so I'll be able to at least be online some. I'm not sure how that will fly with him.. but tough. He's a grown-up... so he can deal. plus the guest rooms are on the other side of the house. I think I'll hold off on some of my sorting and unpacking... so I can be busy while he's here... I will have to work all during the day anyway...
I had quite a bit of fun the other night... I went to a drag/burlesque show... It really wasn't what I expected, but at the same time.. I was only mildly surprised... at least until I got put in the spotlight...
It was first asked who was attending at this location for the first time... so... I raised my hand... as well as several others... the one who sorta convinced me to go was sitting next to me... She's a fun person to do things with on occasion... but she's more like a little sister than anything else. I determined a long time ago that I wouldn't feel comfortable being anything more than friends... We had fun though... and I might have drank just a bit more than I should have. When I raised my hands that time... I was asked if I were gay.... which I replied that I wasn't... there was a bit of snarky quips about that, but I was somewhat tipsy and didn't mind.. I wouldn't have minded even if I were sober.. Near the end of the show, it was time to do the drawing for the prize... and they asked if there were any straight men in the audiences... Evidently I was the only one... because they looked around for a second...and only saw my hand... or perhaps if there were... they were too scared at the repercussions to admit it.... anyway, my affirmation of my straightness prompted them (a male burlesque dancer in only a G-string and pasties... and a sluttily dressed drag queen) to retrieve me out onto the stage floor and request that I get on my knees... I was just a bit nervous at that point... as I was well on my way to gaining my sobriety... but I did as requested... to which I remember the queen saying..."Wonderful! ...a man who follows directions!" Anyway it seemed like an eternity while they set up the drawing and here I was with my head at crotch level with two effeminate guys.. I waited, until finally a bowl with tickets was brought up.. and my instructions were to raise my hands high and get all in the bowl to retrieve a ticket.... I seemed like I was up there for a little while afterward... my knees were getting sore so I put one foot on the floor to get up... only the dancer said for me to stay put for a minute... it seems the ticket owner hadn't stepped forward. ...finally an older lady stepped forth and claimed her prize... I waited.. and waited for instruction to get up, but decided they'd let me know... after a bit more banter with the audience, I was asked why I was still there? ...the queen said I must like being on my knees.. I then popped up to my feet and walked back to my stool next to the stage. Anyway... it was an experience like I'd never had... and where I consider myself open-minded, that's about as far into the homosexual world as I ever want to travel... it was okay being there... but I did feel a bit out of place.
I had some things to say about my previous post, but this was at the forefront of my thoughts... and I've forgotten some of what I was going to say... so I will digest for awhile.. and regurgitate my thoughts later. I'm going to try to get more stuff done... at least a bit. I want to save some for the end of the week...I'm not looking forward to another visit.
I had quite a bit of fun the other night... I went to a drag/burlesque show... It really wasn't what I expected, but at the same time.. I was only mildly surprised... at least until I got put in the spotlight...
It was first asked who was attending at this location for the first time... so... I raised my hand... as well as several others... the one who sorta convinced me to go was sitting next to me... She's a fun person to do things with on occasion... but she's more like a little sister than anything else. I determined a long time ago that I wouldn't feel comfortable being anything more than friends... We had fun though... and I might have drank just a bit more than I should have. When I raised my hands that time... I was asked if I were gay.... which I replied that I wasn't... there was a bit of snarky quips about that, but I was somewhat tipsy and didn't mind.. I wouldn't have minded even if I were sober.. Near the end of the show, it was time to do the drawing for the prize... and they asked if there were any straight men in the audiences... Evidently I was the only one... because they looked around for a second...and only saw my hand... or perhaps if there were... they were too scared at the repercussions to admit it.... anyway, my affirmation of my straightness prompted them (a male burlesque dancer in only a G-string and pasties... and a sluttily dressed drag queen) to retrieve me out onto the stage floor and request that I get on my knees... I was just a bit nervous at that point... as I was well on my way to gaining my sobriety... but I did as requested... to which I remember the queen saying..."Wonderful! ...a man who follows directions!" Anyway it seemed like an eternity while they set up the drawing and here I was with my head at crotch level with two effeminate guys.. I waited, until finally a bowl with tickets was brought up.. and my instructions were to raise my hands high and get all in the bowl to retrieve a ticket.... I seemed like I was up there for a little while afterward... my knees were getting sore so I put one foot on the floor to get up... only the dancer said for me to stay put for a minute... it seems the ticket owner hadn't stepped forward. ...finally an older lady stepped forth and claimed her prize... I waited.. and waited for instruction to get up, but decided they'd let me know... after a bit more banter with the audience, I was asked why I was still there? ...the queen said I must like being on my knees.. I then popped up to my feet and walked back to my stool next to the stage. Anyway... it was an experience like I'd never had... and where I consider myself open-minded, that's about as far into the homosexual world as I ever want to travel... it was okay being there... but I did feel a bit out of place.
I had some things to say about my previous post, but this was at the forefront of my thoughts... and I've forgotten some of what I was going to say... so I will digest for awhile.. and regurgitate my thoughts later. I'm going to try to get more stuff done... at least a bit. I want to save some for the end of the week...I'm not looking forward to another visit.
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