The dancing was amazing, the lap dancing was scary, and the dudes sidling up to my friend and I was weird.
-A dude told me to smile.
-Another dude asked me if I wanted to dance and stroked my hand. I AM NOT A CAT, you ca’t just come up to me and stroke me and expect me to purr.
-A drag queen asked if I was into BDSM and then told me I was cute.
-This dude sidles up to me and smoothly says, “So what are you drinking?”
I politely answered “Water” and he made a weird noise and then just sidled away. It turns out that drinking water at a bar is a better deterrent than a wedding ring. Who knew? NOT ME.
SOMETIMES I GET SO FUCKING ANGRY WHEN I REMEMBER THAT I AM A GIRL BECAUSE MY MONEY HAS TO GO TO BUYING BRAS FOR THESE STUPID ORGANIC MILK BAGS AND PADS FOR MONTHLY UNWANTED SUBSCRIPTION OF LUCIFER’S WATERFALL LIKE WTF MAN WHY DONT THESE THINGS COME FREE WHEN MY UNWANTED PACKAGE IS GIVEN TO ME SERIOUSLY THO
organic milk bags
monthly subscription to lucifer’s waterfall
I have new stuff in my Etsy shop. Go check it out! Proceeds go to a great cause!
(P.S The loop on the tuxedo agate necklace is fixed, so it looks better than in the picture. I ran out of daylight and could not re-take the picture tonight.)
It can wait.
next time someone is mean to you just tell em this
Please go check it out. Money goes towards a friend with cancer. I have some cute stuff. If you can’t afford to donate or buy anything, it’s cool, I can’t either, ha ha, but it would be helpful if people could reblog this so I can sell some crafts and help fund cancer treatment for a really wonderful guy who deserves to live.
Please and thanks y’all. <3
Ah, classic Dean.