Wait, I have more to say on wasting time, and oh, this life. Doug is in town and wants to go to the live sex show at the Nob Hill Theatre. I’m like I NEVER go there, but okay. So, I know you’re wondering, and yes, “live sex show” does actually means live fucking on stage although I don’t if anyone was was actually aroused, you know what I’m saying? Or, at least I wasn’t, but jaded is my middle and last name–Mary Jaded Jaded.
We plan to meet there before the show. I’m looking around the dark, surprisingly cute theater. Where is this bitch? Tonight’s headliner, a local porn star, is giving lap dances. And there’s Doug down in the middle, occupied with a new friend. He gives me a little wave, and a what’s up? This friendship feels so intimate. I’m like, okay what’s going on downstairs in video booths? I paid $25 for this shit, something fun has got to happen.
There’s a lot of maybes down here, but I just can’t decide. Well, maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Oh this one definitely. But no, he’s not feeling it. And then there’s this super cute young queen who’s scowling at everyone. I’d like to chat with him at least, to be like, tell me about yourself, but I don’t think he’d be into it. Or he probably would be but he wouldn’t let on that he was. Well, let me walk around once more to make sure I didn’t miss anyone. Everyone is waiting, standing and waiting. Or walking in circles like me, thinking I’m going to miss something but there’s not much to miss. Before, at home, I was fantasizing about sucking off all kinds of dicks, all at once. But now I’m feeling picky, indecisive.
It’s always horrible here. I mean, it’s my first time, okay? I mean, my first time on a Saturday night. It’s horribly depressing, and yet I’m incredibly drawn to it. It’s fascinating, this scene. This gorgeous thing. Or what could be a gorgeous thing. If only someone would walk up to me and kiss me. Lightly, the right way. Like they knew what was up. Put their hand on my hip and give me a little push. Brush my cheek…but no I don’t like random people to touch my face. And see, the fantasy unravels. That would never happens here, anyway. Something so open, and yet we all know why we’re here. The free peppermints, but of course.
I’m trying to get lost in this subterranean red light dream world, doing a little dance with the leather curtain leading to the “Playroom.” I do like this song. A nineties dance hit that I would laugh at in any other context, but it’s perfect right now. And then there’s a new person, he’s not afraid to show his attraction and I’m into it. He’s goes into a booth and locks the door. I go into the next booth. Sucking cock through the glory hole is not my favorite thing, but at this moment I’ll take it, so I go down. I’m squatting on my feet, I guess because being on my knees is too painful, but squatting is actually much worse it turns out. I’m having trouble being in the moment, I’m trying to get into this. Maybe it’s these shoes, I’m not sure, but after a few minutes of sucking his cock, my left foot hurting is hurting. I’m putting too much pressure on it, but it will be fine once I stand up right? But no, when I stand up it’s really, really hurting. I can’t just shake it out. We decide to take a break, and now I’m limping. Still, I’m not necessarily ready to go home, I still have to hang out with Doug and watch the live sex show. And I still want to cum, hello. I can’t believe this happened, I don’t even know what happened. I hurt my foot sucking cock at the Nob Hill Theatre? I never hurt my foot all those times I went traipsing around Buena Vista Park in the middle of the night. Did I sprain it or tear a ligament or what? Should I just take a cab home now? Will I be able to go to work? What will I tell people? It’s too much. I make it up to the live sex show. It’s amusing, that’s the best thing I can say about. The theater is crowded which is surprising. There’s even some Castro couples and a bachelorette party. Doug wants to hook-up with someone after the show, so we don’t really have a chance to hang out afterwards. I limp home, too impatient for a taxi, all the while thinking I just should have stayed at home.