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There are a lot of adult stores in Washington and some of my favorites too.

Within thirty minutes of crossing the border yesterday, we were in the first store of the day. Of course I left with two different new fishnet shirts, a Wahl vibrator with the complete attachment series and a couple of other doodads.

A couple of hours later in another store in Seattle, bad things happened. I went overboard and made purchases that were impulsive, and sexy. I deserved everything though. A shiny corset in red pvc was screaming at me from the hangers, a pride flag was waving itself in my direction, DVD's were jumping out at me, and a few teaching aides were obviously meant for my curriculum. Must-Own-Items, that are all now MINE.


Out to dinner with Allena, Janice and RC for an excellent meal. They got liquored up, so I became the designated driver. Joy! It was a riot driving around all of us kinky folk. Ended up at a pool / dance hall till really late. We met up with Allena's guy and his new girlfriend to celebrate a birthday there, with another half dozen friends.

It could be said that I danced last night, with my guard down, and relaxed. Charming.

A few people found out who I was without my saying a word at the club. By nights end I had two individuals demanding my contact info, as they both want something from me professionally. Flattering? Sure. Something that I will ever get used to? No.

Even when I make my best attempt at flying under the radar, and trying to not be noticed, I still end up getting attention.

Last night was fun and laid back. I'd do another night like it, just perhaps in a different venue. Something a little less red neck.

The pool / dance hall, was really not a very sex - positive place to be. All the women that were dancing together, were just doing the whole pretend to be bi thing. (for the men watching and hoping for a free drink)

The girls danced side by side, strictly for the amusement of the boys/men watching and not because the women liked or even were attracted to one another. They men could have cared less if the girls were interested in each other so long as they danced close together and put on a decent show, involving the illusion of "two girls getting it on".

So wanting to not be noticed, I decided against strutting out on the dance floor, and getting it on with one of the *many* supposed bi babes out there. Instead, I stood at a distance, giggling at their stage show for the horny heterosexual men standing around looking at them like they wanted to be wanking instead. I was so glad to not be a part of that look.

Not needing to prove my Bi status, or to show my Queer card is a sign that I have matured over the years and thankfully finally have enough sex & people in my life that I don't need to advertise to an entire bar of my orientation or interests.

Instead.

I fell asleep, listening to Bella and RC, laughing and having orgasms. Their sounds of bliss were comforting as I drifted off into much needed sleep.