Sexuality Happens

So I spent a few minutes yesterday trying to get good advice from Sinclair on how to properly approach a butch in their natural habitat. Or at least in a dyke bar.

I got all femme-ified, and met up with some friends at Sisters, the local lesbian nightclub.

After a vodka cranberry, another girl (with the same name as me, funnily enough) and I stood up and sang karaoke in front of the entire club. Did I mention that Thursday nights at Sister’s are HUGE? You pay $10 to get in, and then you get tickets for 10 drinks. So it was super crowded, and yet I somehow got the ovaries to sing “You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate (made popular by the Full Monty). I was all for “Centerfold” by J. Geils Band, but everyone in our group voted for You Sexy Thing, so that was it.

We sung, slightly awkwardly (I told you I was awkward!) since we didn’t know all the words other than the chorus, but we were both theatre people, so there was lots of dancing, and see, I had a plan; I could point to people I thought were hot when we had the “you sexy thing” lines. It worked – I made eye contact with a couple of people, and hey, it was something.

I also met this woman who DJed the party I was at the other night. In my awkward creepy way, I myspace messaged her to tell her I thought she was awesome, and that I liked her ink (I neglected to mention I thought she was kinda cute too ;) ). She had messaged back thanking me, and telling me to come say hi at the party next month. Well, she was at the bar last night, and came up to me to introduce herself (I guess I stand out – not many people in Philly have red hair…in fact, I was the only woman in the bar last night with faux colored hair). I heard her sing karaoke, and we chatted a little.

After dancing with my friends, I spotted a HOT butch. Like leather jacket, perfectly messed up hair, belt buckle that would make a rodeo pro jealous. It took me a song or two to work up my courage, and then they put on a song by Fallout Boy. You CANNOT ask someone to dance to that. So that ended, and then I went over.

Me: “Um, so…I’ve been trying to think of something cute to say to come approach you, but I’m just at a loss. Would you like to dance?”
Her: “Oh, well, that’s nice of you, but we’re headed out. I’m K_____, it’s nice to meet you.”
Me: “I’m _____. Nice to meet you too.”

Handshake, awkward hug, I went back to dancing.

Yeah. I feel like I am back in high school. Scratch that. Middle school. I am just sooooo freaking bad at this.

I am not looking for a heavy duty long term relationship. Let me make that clear. I don’t have the time for one (hello full time work and full time school), plus I’m leaving Philly in the middle of the summer.

I am looking for:
*Hot make out sessions in the back of the club
*Hot sex sessions on the bathroom of the club?
*Hot hook-ups with incredible passionate sex (or just good sex)
*Friends with benefits with good chats and hot sex
*A short term, fun, laid back, friendly relationship
*People that want to try new things/experiment
*Interesting, nice, cool, queer friends

I also met one of the organizers of FUSE (again, the party I was at last weekend). She’s cute, but in a relationship, so more someone fun the chat with. She’s guaranteed to get me laid at FUSE next month…we’ll see. I also have class again that weekend…blah.

So I’m thinking about going to Sisters on Thursday’s more often…to get to know people, become more of a “regular,” to get my dancing moves on (I missed it soooo much when my knee was fucked up for a year, and while my knees kill me the next day, at least I can do it again a little), and to be a little social.

And that was my night in a nutshell. I was home and in bed by 1:30 am.

Essin’ Em