It is all melted now. So at least I haven't fallen and whacked my knees yet this winter.
Who knows where the foul mood came from. But I wasn't as up getting dressed to go to the Fetish Cafe last night as I was last week. I planned to wear these totally cool fun red cotton panties with black laces up the front that ob bought me, but I felt like a sloggy slaggy person in them. I tried on another pair and looked worse. Finally I wore the XL black string bikini with skull and crossbones on the front, with white and black over the knee stockings, my black kneehigh harley boots, with a black lace bra and a little black jacket top over it all. I was so totally too lazy to even get into the shower so I used a baby wipe on my butt (sad huh!) and stuck down my hair with hairsculpt glue stuff that I slicked back with a widetoothed comb. I understand those Europeans of hundreds of years ago who powdered and wore wigs instead of washing. hah.
I had an ok time at the bar. There were a gazillion and two people, but it was less fun than last week. Fewer people I knew personally, more strangers and acquaintances. I did meet another couple dykes (one of whom had an urban cowboy type hat and drawn on facial hair, reminding me of ob), some leatherfags (whom I encouraged to come back... eyecandy!). This one guy who ran the old Fetish Cafe years back before I was on the scene was there, being very friendly and sort of physically flirty with me. He's quite adorable, short and small with long long dark hair, in black, with huge liquid eyes. It was kind of nice. But then later... oh I'll tell you that part later.
Anyhows. No playing for me. The music was horribly bad, and when I said something to Jacques, who usually is this great dj, he just said "AAK, I'm NOT responsible!!"... turns out they have demoted him (in position and in pay) to busboy, and my ex Black and the new manager, Jon, techogeekboys both of them, had decided to instead put on randomly playing prerecorded cds run by computer system. Horrid. A mixture of some weird 70's rock (not surprising given these boys... really good taste in latex clothes and tacky sexiness, and BAD taste in music), Madonna and Enya or somesuch. Help me. Usually it is Nitzer Ebb and NIN and Marilyn Manson with David Bowie and other funky stuff that is fun to dance to that I don't know.
I complained to the owners, who said they are hands off now... speak to the manager and Black. Well, Black is my ex, who thinks I am just one complaining big mouth... a sexy one but still, this is the guy that more than once shut me up with duct tape. He just seemed to not care about the music. And Jon, the manager, just said "give me a song you want to hear". Well, I am NOT a dj. I said that is WHY we have djs instead of some nimrod who takes requests. Jaques was just excellent. People came sometimes just cuz the music was good. People used to dance alot. Now the dancefloor was dead. ONE good song came on and the floor was full and then the computer cleared the floor with the next horrid tune. A dj reads the crowd. Sees if people are dancing and goes with it. Sees people are chatting and goes with it. Intelligent, flexible, hundreds and thousands of songs in his repertoire. ack. I gave Jacques some paper and a pen and said "when people complain, get them to write it down and sign it, and give it to the manager at the end of the night... then it won't just be wench complaining". urk. I realize that if I was less volatile and less mouthy and calm and authoritative my complaints would go further. Maybe that was the start of the self-shitting-upon??
It was cool that downstairs in the dungeon there were like 8 couples playing at once. That is a change. The third room at the end was commandeered all night by members of our loose women's group (haha! loose group, not loose women... or maybe?....) the Unholy. That was a great thing.
Quite late I noticed that this one adorable talented boyish dyke whom I have a baby crush on had shown up with another dyke I know. They were looking totally spiffola in fitted men's suits, and I said so... apparently that was the closest to fetish clothes they had in their wardrobes at this time. I chatted a bit, but unfortunately ended on some stupid negative thing about someone (how does that happen?? ack!)... it was meant to be a middle not an end, but the aforementioned old fetish club owner (old club not old owner! geez these multiple adjectives!) pulled her away and was totally chatting her up like a long lost pal, and gave her free tickets to the megafetishparty there next week. Hmmm.
Way later in the evening I asked them if they knew the women of the Unholy... and boyish dyke said "no, and I don't need to know them" squidge. She said she really didn't know anyone there.
I countered, well you're friends with the old owner. And she replied it was the first time she'd met him. Well, I guess in that case that any flirtatiousness on his part towards me was just a casual passing thing too, if that's how he acts with strangers, including free tickets. Sigh again.
More adding to the glll feeling. and I guess I just somehow felt I was not connecting with boyish dyke, though it was one of the first times I could talk to her not surrounded by the typical nonstop entourage of cooltalenteddykes that swarm up to her. She is one of those quiet people that can stand at a bar and people swarm. Why. I dont know. And why do I have to find people like this attractive? It is not because of the swarming. It is because of the boyishness and the talent. She's a dancer and does performance art. She also did some funky great movies at the filmfest last year, with poetry she wrote, about death and India. Sigh.
I think it is that feeling of having someone's attention and getting politeness rather than real interest that started the snowball rolling of the dilettantism last night.
I have more problem with people being disengaged than angry or arguing or most anything else. When they are half listening. Or there but distracted. Or I'm talking and they disengage quickly. I have a very hard time with that. And I realized how self-conscious I was last night. And how I feel so often like that. How with ob there was less of that infatuation thing but I felt she was with me rather than across from me. I felt at ease and was myself. And I felt that instead of having people skim over the surface and turn away to someone more interesting, that every surface was, with her, the surface, and I could dive below it to discover new and exciting things to explore. With her I felt like all these interests were doors that I could open and expand on what was inside them. I felt like she inspired me to create and learn and take chances, instead of being afraid of judgment and careful and being blocked by fear and timidity and uncomfortableness. I cannot believe how changed I was with her in so many ways... more myself than I have ever been, and now how changed I am again... so struggling against fear and selfdoubt and mistrust and blocking myself for fear of rejection and failure again.
So incredibly sad how that ended. What could have been this positive building block of great experiences to go forward from, to leap off of, instead feels like a bunch of negative dragging me down with the weight of fear. I feel so wary now. So judgmental of myself. I feel so like I failed in that relationship. So big big time.
My therapist said I tried my best. The whole way. And that is what is so sad. If I hadnt tried always my best, I could feel less like a failure.
If you do your best best best and let someone really see you and you come in last, what does that mean?
Damn, I made myself cry again. I am not a good friend to ME. poop and poop. And I even had a pleasant night tonight at the eat and meet... very little beat... but much taking of photos in fun outfits and a wig. yes. That's another story.
Somehow now it is 5:30 am. I need to finish washing the bugs off the plant I started this afternoon. I have to wash off the scale insects, since they are doing the fruitfly overpopulation thing, and overgrowing their resources.. ie killing my plants. Must attack. Like i need more to do.
Thanks to people who put nice notes yesterday.
And hugs to me from me.
Love, me, wenchie. yeah.
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