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Saturday, Oct. 23, 2004 - 4:21 a.m.

What the HELL is with men? Don't they know that if a woman wants to french kiss them, they will be flirting, and touching the guy spontaneously and making sexy bashful eyes combined with comehither fuckme eyes?? ACK. And WHAT is with guys that they have to be told NO to "want company" and "want to come home with me?" and then "Are you SURE you don't want company?" and "Are you sure you don't want me to come too?" ack. No once is enough it seems to me. I am coming home to work. yes work. Yes I said work. Yes I said, yes now, no not with you So yeah, I went to the 7:30 show which I thought was burlesque... the very cool sex columnist and dancer whose feet I was massaging at the Boudoir last June was doing "the history of her experience working in striptease".

Wench's studio window overgrown with plants, Copyright oct 2004 Wench77

And I was afraid it would be sold out so I got there early. And I am usually late for being early, so I went early for being early. Haha! I was like the first one there except the bartender and the stripteasers! So I got a front row seat.

The l'ecrivaine was there too, and we sat with a couple other friends. The show was excellent... the three-piece band called the Bullet Tits* were just the greatest. The music was 1980's rock and they rocked. Three girls, kinda 1980's punky. Excellent drums, sexy as hell base and the guitar was fantastic too. The guitarist had a body like ob's and I swear I will be SO glad when I get over her. I had to fight back tears a couple times. Dang dang dang. Compared to the perfect femme-girl dancer bodies of the pole striptease dancer girls, the guitarist's ob body was so much sexier. Sigh. You hear that ob, if you ever read my diary again... don't put down your body. Your body is sexy and hot and wonderful, and your ex-lovers miss it. Be nice and loving and kind to your body, ok??

*oops! I fucked up, they are actually called "Rocket Tits" not Bullet Tits! Here is their website They're a punk, rock and new wave cover band. How cool is that!! ... if you go to the photos and look at Babs, that is who looks like ob (well, not so much her face, more like her body, you can see her in the "portrait 1" and "landscape 2", second from the left. Ob used to look great in fishnets and boots. sigh.

So, there was no burlesque and actually the writer/star didn't actually do much dancing at all.. mostly she read absolutely hilarious stories of her dancing experiences.. sort of a chapter at a time. It was tears in your eyes funny, and since I had lived through the anti-porn feminist 80's as a Montreal student I totally related to the time, the place, the ethos. It was great. In between the "chapters" the band played rock songs from the era and the girls came on and did relevant striptease shows (ie when she talked about her first day stripping, she said the only girl who made any money in the women's bar where she started, was a blonde chick in a budweiser bikini... and that was what the first dancer was... too funny)...

Anyways, excellent.

Then I planned on coming home to walk the dog and work all night so I could have the night off tomorrow. Yeah right. I came home, walked the dog, ate some soup and cheese, worked, and then went back for the party they were having after the second show, with dj and all.

I was so inspired by them, that I did my red/black lipstick, dark eye makeup, my black wig, stripey stockings with garters, my zebra skirt, harley boots, mido*ri tanktop with seethrough red bra peaking out from underneath it.

Cats in my back alley... see if you can count them... I'll put a blown-up shot tomorrow and tell ya how many. Copyright 2004 Wench77

And rode back there for 1:30 am just as their second show was getting out. Unfortunately many people left. But some did stay to dance. The funky fun excellente band skipped out, but gave me their email and will look at my comics online and write me. They are from Toronto. Totally funkin. I hope they come back to play here. They brought the portable dance pole out onto the dance floor and gave poledancing lessons.. how to spin around it etc. It was quite fun. We all ended up dancing together... mostly a couple of dancers and their entourage at the end. I got invited to go out for drinks with them by cousin of one of the dancers... but they were going back to the hotel to drop off their stuff, leaving me with him.

We walked to a resto, and then he wanted to call his cousin... he tried several times, his phone card ran out, then he didn't want to stay until he got a card and called her. .. when we left the resto we had already said goodbye.. .I was going to go home and he was going to look for a dep to buy a phonecard... but the nearest dep ended up being towards my place. So I walked with him. He finally got a card, and got hold of her, but she was crashing. So then as I said goodbye again, he decided to get all cozy and friendly and kissy. So I kissed a wee bit (shades of icecream boy here), and then the "I'll come home with you" "want to come back to my place?" etc.

No No No. And yeah, I don't feel like having sex with someone I've chatted with sort of not really while walking for 20 minutes, not even a coffee. Esp not after 18 months of celibacy. youch. Anyhews... here I am and I should put my coffee in the microwave, a sweatshirt on my back, take off the harley boots and get another hour of work done. I'm gonna have to rush tomorrow afternoon to get enough work done to have my "night off" starting at 8pm that I have promised myself. youch.

So much for working so hard tonight after the show!!!!

But how often do I get to hang out with cool band chicks and learn pole-dancing moves?

Cheers!
hugs, me
Wenchie.

Here is my horoscope for Friday, October 22:

In between trying to juggle your family situation and your personal needs, you'll need to deal with a most unusual personality right now. So you'll be busy -- so handle it.

5:10 am Ok, ok, I have changed into warm sockies, sweatpants, cushy fancy feast (yeah, free with collecting catfood labels) sweater, and drunk my microwaved coffee and here I am writing again. I want to say that my watercolor class ROCKED! It was so much fun. I actually had FUN painting! I smooshed around colors, and painted wet on wet, and made colors backwash and splashed and drybrushed and it was GREAT!! The teacher did a demo and made some remark at the end of "wenchie would have done this more perfectly" (eek!... i guess she thinks I can paint) and then added "But sometimes we perfect isnt better" (eek! I HATE things like that... how to compliment someone then dismiss them.. believe me I have gotten that in art class all my life... the best drawing is NOT the best drawing... so then when I try hard to draw my best, the smooshy not so good drawing in the class gets the most attention and praise. Dang. It is NOT my fault I can draw well, really it is not)... but the class was just fun fun fun.

In other news I scored a ticket to the Dresden Dolls who I wanted to see last time they were in town but forgot til the last minute when they were sold out. So I will see them Nov 2nd and report back on them.

And I got the printed books of the Far North... and except for one picture they are well-printed, with good color reproductions. The one that is bad is really bad, but what can you do. I think it was badly scanned so the light colors didn't pick up, and then at printing, they boosted the saturation TRYING to make those colors come out. Instead that just makes it MORE bad... cuz it is white where there should be pastel colors, and it is DARK where it should be medium colors... the over the top contrast does NOT bring out colors that didn't get scanned in. Dang. Oh well. The rest looks good though. I will be signing it at the Montreal Book Salon in November with the author. I am also invited to sign books with the dog author, but he is only signing on Fri and Sat at 10am. I really don't think I'll bother. We'll see.

Well, that's enough updating for now. Gosh I am soooo looking forward to my night off tomorrow (Sat) nite... I think Radiogurl had an idea when she said I should do that every week... Saturday night off... no social no work, no housework. Don't know if I could swing it but it sounds great. Sort of like a Sabbath or something.

Well, I AM going to work for a wee while.

Hugs to me
and you.

Wenchie.

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