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posted Friday, May 8, 2009 - Volume 37 Issue 19 |
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Mother's Day, my slave and I take it further |
by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid -
SGN A&E Writer
First, happy mom's day to all of you mothers (and all of you muthers, and you know who you are, hahahahaha), and to all of our mom, Earth. Me, I want flowers, candles and lots and lots of that new ice cream at the new store, Molly Moon's, which just opened downstairs in the Oddfellows Hall on Pine. True, the owner of that building kicked out just about all of the art folk (boo, hiss), but at least there's terrif ice cream on The Hill (just know there's always a line, like at the one in Wallingford, so go with some patience and you cheap folks - like some folks I overheard in line the day I went - stay away, this is for those of us who like food enough to pay for it).
Speaking of cheap folks and food, my friend and I have developed a theory that all of the good, cheap food is leaving Capitol Hill and being replaced by chi-chi yuppie joints with little food and very high prices. Hey, it's my damned theory and I'm sticking to it, so there.
Also, riding home with some lovely leathermen after last weekend's Seattle Erotic Arts Festival, I've also concluded (and not just me, honey!) that GLBT space is disappearing at an alarming rate, too. Oy me, why do vanilla yuppies always move into areas for the "ambiance," then proceed to change said "ambiance" to match their bland, stupid-ass mindsets? Me, I say go out there and work your fierceness like some charming Gay boys I saw walking the other night as I waited for a very slow Metro bus (what is up with Metro, anyway, do they really hate their bus-riding passengers so much lately, or what?) to go to my appointment with my slave at The Wet Spot. Thanks for liking my hat, boys, and honeys, keep on being that Gayly fierce on this horridly gentrifying Hill.
And speaking of my slave, me and that lovely one did the most wickedly evil scene and this one gave him a wrist version of a collar (so he can wear it around his mum and co-workers without much undo questioning - hey, I'm his top, not the other folks in his life who think they are, eh?). This was earned after that one did some "oral service" for this one, twice, and not a bad job for a novice, either, my dahlings. Can we say purr, and then some? Oh, yeah!
Also picked up another bottom who's hankering to be this one's new slave, and who gifted this one with more than a pound of fresh shrimp from a recent catch. Oh, but dear, we don't like the ones with heads on so that one will have to try harder (even though, being the top I am, I gritted my teeth, and pinched the little heads off, and peeled and ate them anyway - pretty good in my made up recipe too).
So, what has this one been up to besides working out slaves and cursing Metro's tardiness and, yes, more mean drivers? Well, we did drag our tired little self to this year's Seattle Erotic Arts Festival last weekend (after my Zumba class and after a session of learning the right way to do bench presses, ouch!) and was pretty glad I did, too.
In short, what I liked were the many kinky, hot folks and sexy art, and what I didn't like was that it was at the Seattle Center, which ain't as private as the old ConWorks where this one first attended SEAF many years ago. No "play space," either, but then, that's why we have a membership to The Wet Spot, hmmm? True dat! Oh, and yes, this one did lots of flirting with a number of hot, bodacious femmes, including a certain fuschia-haired wench who this one hopes to play with at The Spot in the future. And maybe a chocolate lovely I met there, too.
So, what has this one tried that she's just dying to tell you about? Well, I am loving my jar of Neutrogena Lift and Strengthen Intensive facial lift moisturizer (though I'm still looking forward to ordering some more Ocean Actives Squalane oil when the cash flow improves), and adoring my sample of Restorative Night Treatment by Perricone MD, which you can pick up at my fave store, Sephora. Pick up the Neutrogena moisturizer at Bartels or Walgreens. Finally, I also love sporting the new True Religion fragrance I picked up at Norsdstrom. Just perfect whether you're an F to M like me, or a biological boy, or just want a no-nonsense scent to wear everyday. And if you make it to Nordstrom on Friday, check out their Spring Fragrance Festival (RSVP at 206-628-1071).
So that's it for now, my little spicy chocolates, and, dahlings let's do work to save my fave show Dollhouse from the stupid ratings axe and Fringe too. It's good to have intelligent fare to watch, and speaking of intelligent, if you haven't checked out the new Harper's Island (now on Saturdays, so this one can't miss it), you are missing out. Also, a big, honking "shame on you" to North Carolina congresswoman Virginia Foxx for calling the murder of Matthew Shepard a "hoax." Whatta beotch! Voters get ready to take her down next election.
And this one says a fond farewell to electric star Natasha Richardson and delightful ballerina Ekaterina (who danced with the greats way back when). Viva! And a nod of "hallelujah" to Northwest Film Forum for showing the first (and only as far as this one knows) Trans film fest May 7 through 10. Hope to see you there! Be nice to each other, drive less (especially you stoopid folks still driving Hummers and those ugly-assed boxy things called cars), and really do recycle more and give to animal rights groups today. Kiss kiss, buh bye!
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