I got to Misty’s attic bedroom at around 3 o’clock Saturday afternoon and we immediately got into girl-pampering-get-ready-for-a-night-on-the-town mode. I don’t even know how long it’s been since we have had that kind of time to enjoy each other like that. It’s one of my favourite things. We made out, did our nails, tried on different outfits for each other, face masks and foot care with fun party music and lots of gabbing about everything (especially a new, I’ve only told a few people, development/possibility in my life). We even shared a bottle of prosecco.

(I earned my slut earrings last night)

Then the real getting ready started with showers and shaving, and make up and hair. The plan was we would go to Steam1, a steam bath house that is normally a gay establishment, but they have all-inclusive Saturday nights. Then we’d go dancing down at the Junction, an lgbtq+ club downtown.

And we did just that.

When we arrived at Steam1 they have all these giant posters at the entrance area (you have to be buzzed in) that are sexy homoerotica advertising theme nights. Not for the first time, I wished I was a boy ( a very androgenous, bordering fem, one). Oh to be fly on the wall on those nights! I was a little jealous of Misty, and told her so. She just smiled and me and kissed my nose.

“Maybe I can put on a show for you tonight.” s/he said to me. S/he did not disappoint.

Steam1 was… intense. As I described to my friend today, it was a live porn sextravaganza that I got to star in. And Misty too, obviously. It was the first time I had been out in a sex club since covid started and I forgotten how fucking fun they are! Every time you go to one of these kind of things the experience is different. There was a young guy (Egads, I don’t think he was even 30) who was stuck to my side all night. He was never far away no matter what I go up to, and asked me to stay when Misty and I were getting on our clothes to leave.

“Your face, your body, the way you kiss… you are just everything I dreamed of…” he said shyly, looking at me and looking away. I kind of wanted to just put him in purse and take him home. His sweet words felt lovely on my still healing ego. He was tall, slim build, and well endowed. Misty gave me the raised eyebrow and wink when he first came over to me, and wanted to know, in detail, how he was. Even though she was right there (as she always is. We are always close to each other at these events, often holding hands).

We said our goodbyes, because we wanted to get a couple of hours of dancing in too. So we headed to the Junction.

The club was pulsing with base and people dancing, the dance floor lighting speckling us all with rainbow colours. We didn’t go to the bar, just straight to the dance floor, and we didn’t stop until the club shut down at 3am. I love looking at her, and at one point I took what I call a “Mental Movie” where I just focus on remembering every aspect of a moment. The way her hair flipped and floated around face, her wide smile and sparking eyes, as she sang me the lyrics, and the lights danced on her face. When I get really happy, the kind that makes your heart feel like it’s swelling in your chest, I cry. I had several moments like that as we danced. The joy of the crowd, the primal feeling that dancing brings out in me, and being with my babydoll. I’m smiling, and laughing and crying, all at once. 

I had forgotten what a mistake it is to dance for long periods on time in fishnets. The bottoms of my feet felt raw, as we made our way back to the car.

“Let’s get something to eat, we didn’t really have dinner”, Misty says as we pass all the late night food downtown. We go by a donair place, and we both decide that is the winner. “Let’s get you to the car first so you can take off your shoes.” s/he says sweetly, having personal knowledge of just how painful that can be. S/he opens the door for me, and then gets into the car and starts it up to put the heat on for me, then goes to get us some food. I love our middle of the night meals.

We didn’t get home until well after 4, and we just brush our teeth,  strip, crawl into bed to spoon. I’m big spoon tonight.

Sunday was just as lovely. We have our own, private sextravaganza. No rush, we’ve got hours, kind of enjoying each other in all kinds of different ways. After a nap, we do some more girl care things. Misty had bought a paraffin wax treatment bath thingy, So we did our feet and hands. At 4pm we decide to go out for mexican food – beer and burritos, baby!

To say I feel pampered, spoiled, loved up, good in my skin, would be an understatement. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.