Dannie the Tranny Took My Pulse With Her Teeth
or
"What is He On, and Where Can I Get Some?"
Happy scrappy, rah rah rah, you've heard it. I hope, gentle readers, that you had as much fun ringing in the new year as I did. Kay (who arrived in Houston on Friday afternoon to join me for Saturday's festivities) and I drove downtown on Saturday night and checked into a room at the Alden Hotel. We spent the night disheveling the suite, scourging the dance floor at a local goth club, and downing alternate draughts of so-so riesling and vanilla absolut vodka.
In a word: Sublime.
Havok night turned out to be the perfect place to take Kay. He dances magnificently, and the club's gloomy electronica kept both of us flailing and twisting until 2am. The lad really gets into his music. It's strange to watch his little body racked with ecstatic velocity, sliding and gyrating gracefully in every direction. You'd think he'd fall apart. Sometimes I joined him, sometimes I didn't. During my periods of wallflower voyeurism, random goth kids approached me to find out what Kay was "on."
Some Chick: "Hey, can I ask you a question?"
Me: "Sure."
SC: "That girl you came with, what is she on, and do you have any more?"
Me: "He's my boyfriend, actually. His name's Kay."
SC: (over very loud drum and bass) "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
Me: "His name's Kay."
SC: "WHAT?!"
Me: "KAY!!!"
SC: "OH, NEVERMIND! I HATE THAT STUFF!"
For the record, what goes around comes around. Last week, when I went to Havok with my buddy Zack, we let this acid-head play with our glowsticks for about 2 hours straight. It made his night. Even though he swung them with such ferver that he maimed a few faces and wrecked the club's decor, I felt we had done the right thing.
Reciprocity is a splendid thing. Last night, I somehow arrived at the club without glowsticks. In case you didn't know, gentle readers, I love playing with glowsticks more than just about anything. How distressing to be on a beautiful, lively dance-floor without them! Suddenly, the acid-head from last week appeared with a pair of glowsticks with nylon poi already attached.
"These are for you, man," he said.
"Are you sure?" I replied.
"Yeah. You need them more than I do." He handed the glowsticks to me, took a bow, and disappeared.
Kay and I came across another interesting character - Dannie, a rather convincing 25 year old M to F transexual. She was there with her girlfriend J.J. Long story short, she bit my neck. And Kay bit the other side. At the same time. No further comment, your honor.
Skrink-lee-dee!
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