The Pleasure Is All Mine

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Man, I fucking love it when people invite me to parties. Rewind to yesterday evening. The Pleasure Salon is an amazing event that builds community among sex-positive activists and allows everyone to meet & mingle with each other. Despite what you might have heard, I did NOT crash the party. I was fucking invited!!! :) And, I’m glad that I was. The party is filled with such beautiful and delightful people. I’m having a blast. I meet Tess. From her blog, Urban Gypsy [NSFW]:

Five years ago, Tess was your average neurotic wife, mother and accountant, living in not so quiet desperation in the suburbs. Then an old crush came into her life sparking a never quite extinguished passion for love and life. Tess, newly awakened, decided to blog about her passions, BDSM and whatever else is the flavor of the day. Urban Gypsy documents one woman’s journey in search of passion, intensity and joy. ADULT CONTENT – ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Tess is great. She’s this amazingly cute, brown haired woman who can’t be much taller than 5’2″. Man, it’s always the little ones, isn’t it? They have the biggest secrets. Anyway, so, after Tess, I meet Selina from Sex in the City – The Real Version [NSFW]. She’s friendly, and she’s spectacularly dressed. After Selina, I meet Vivianne. Vivianne is one of the sexiest women on the face of the planet, and she runs a group blog that features news about sex and sexuality, erotica, health and culture: The Sex Carnival [NSFW]. We talk about her blog and her life. Grant Stoddard even comes up in conversation. (Long story. I bring him up — good stuff, of course.) It’s a small world, and everybody seems to know everybody. Speaking of knowing everybody, the only other person that I know at the party when I arrive is Rachel Kramer Bussel. She, Bro and I chat about girlie things. We part, and I end up talking to a few different really interesting guys. I spank one guy. And, a couple other guys and I tentatively plan to grab a brunch and a Baroque concert on Sunday. So, I’m laughing, smiling, and talking away at the party until I notice that it’s after 10pm. Fuck.

A guy who reads my blog, Michael (the guy who called me a fucking nerd) stuck me on the Desedo Films Autumn Apotheosis guest list at Fontana. So, I say bye to a few people at the Pleasure Salon, and then I make my way to the corner. I stick my hand in the air to hail a cab, and then I’m on my way. When I arrive at Fontana, I immediately look around for Michael but it’s hard to spot someone who you’ve never met. I ask a few people, “Are you one of the film people? Do you know where Michael is? Have you seen him?” A woman sitting at a table splattered with wrist bands says, “He’s either in this room or he’s back in the other room.” Great. So, now I know that Michael is somewhere inside the building. I ask two tall men if they know who Michael is. “Baby,” they answer, “we can be Michael if you want us to be.” Um, yeah. So, needless to say, I don’t find Michael. As I leave the party, I pull the sides of my burnt sienna orange sweater closer to me. “Fuck. It’s cold,” I say as I walk north on the Bowery.

I arrive home, and I prepare to go to bed. Long night. Before the two parties mentioned above, I’d started off the night by meeting up with a group of friends at a place called Avenue A. We gathered to support another friend, Andy Milonakis’ sister, because one of her creations — a painted mermaid on a canvas holding a real glass of plant life — is part of a group show called “Sea Creatures“. I couldn’t be more proud of Andy Milonakis’ sister. She’s an artist in her own right, and it was nice to support her work. And, so, now, it’s the weekend. I love it. I have two Halloween parties and two dates with two different boys. Should be fun. Details (and pictures) coming soon.