Carpet Burns On My Nose

Remember the penance that I knew was coming after my sneaking out escapades came to light? It was the stiff penalty of returning to MC for school. At least I had my car on campus so I wasn't just stuck there. My resolve was to focus my attention on school and maybe find a new place to hang out on the weekends. The Lamar was in full swing so, never having been there before, I thought I would go see what was going on down there. And, as a side note, MC also had a very conservative curfew. I can't remember what it was now but it was as if I was back at home. Also, the men had no curfew! But, if any of my readers ever lived in Mary Nelson Hall, ya'll know the back door, the sort of door you see as entrances to stores, if you pulled on it just right it would pop right open and we could run up the stairs like bunny rabbits and scurry into our rooms before the lame security guard could make his way around to see why the alarm was going off.

The Lamar was all right but it was a straight bar. I loathed straight bars before I ever set foot in a gay bar. Every guy and his daddy was after one thing and I think we all know what that was. I always felt like a piece of meat and, it seemed, everybody wanted a bite. In a gay bar there's is absolutely no harassment from men. The “queens” would ask to borrow my clothes or high heels but I always wore sizes way too small for any of them so they would walk away with their heads hung low in disappointment. The women were not aggressive, for the most part, unless they are very, very drunk. I never felt pressured at all. Except once, a very, very drunk girl walked up behind me on the dance floor. I worked at Merry-Go-Round and Coming Attractions at Metro Center so I was always wearing something pretty skimpy. This particular night I had on a strapless mini dress with no bra and “drunk girl” walked right up behind me and unzipped the back of my dress! Everyone got an eye full whether they wanted to or not! Yep, I'm sure many a gay mans retinas were burned through clear through to the back of their heads that night!

I'm back at MC doing what I was supposed to do. Stopped going to bars altogether and went to class. Until (ya'll knew there was an “until” coming soon, didn't you?) I was in the cafeteria at lunch one day looking for a place to sit when I heard a female voice whisper loudly “Hey! Hey! Come here!” I walked over to see what she wanted. I didn't recognize her but she recognized me from Emerald City. She looked straight so I wasn't concerned about any advances. Apparently all the boys sitting at her table were EC regulars, too. So I'm sure you know that, the girl, Rebecca, and I became fast friends and moved into a dorm room together the next semester. And the going out to Emerald City started right back where it left off and it hooked me once again. I guess you could say that Emerald City was my first drug!

I would have to start another blog to tell you all the stuff Rebecca and I got into. We ended up getting an apartment together while still going to MC but class became less and less a priority for both of us. She'll show up later in my story but, suffice it to say, we had a GOOD time. Who knew that when drinking Everclear trash can punch you wake up the next morning with carpet burns on your nose? Well, you do, I can testify!