GoddessFrija
Ex-Bluelighter
Not the usual day/trip. Started out with a morning run at 6am. Had to liquidate all my friend's stuff from his storage unit: he's in the state hospital for murder. His mother is a multimillionaire and has another son who would be perfect for me who drives a Mercedes sedan etc -- that's another lovely story. They let me keep whatever wasn't sentimental so I got a bunch of tools and some guitar amplifiers and congas. He's going to be locked up for a long time and the equipment can easily be replaced. No sence paying to have it stored. I planned to just take one load but went back and finished it all off so I don't have to go there today. Finished that at about 2pm took a shower and cleaned house expecting a guest I met here at Bluelight (his identity is TOP SECRET). Did not have any breakfast or lunch just two 20 oz cups of coffee with lots of cream and sugar. And started drinking wine. (Went to bed without eating too -- will break fast with oats, dried fruit and yogurt after submitting this report.)
He didn't show up, he wasn't certain if he could make it. Took about 3/4 dose at 8pm and scooted over to the Club with $100 in five dollar bills. Dumb mistake. Even though I'm okay with driving under the influence, I was too tense when I went inside from the driving stress. Took about 30 minutes for me to losen up.
One of the first girls I tipped figured I liked her or wanted more so she started talking. Maybe the manager made her do it. Her whole story is like this: SASHA. (It's a guy's name.) This is a very bad story. It was a hell of a night. I woke up at 5:30 with a headache took three aspirin and ran my four miles at 6:30am. Began this post at 8am
SASHA (age edited but less than 30 and said she worked in clubs for 11 years!), wore lip liner (dumb) had a lower lip/chin piercing (dumb, distracted you from her lovely eyes and face plus it also interferes with your teeth), she also had a tongue piercing, which she was good at not showing off (dumb too but good for sucking cock -- in fact it clues you into her). She had two little strawberry tatoos on the side of her face (dumb) beside her ears and a very badly done, large tattoo of a fairy like one of the avitars someone has here at Bluelight (very dumb, poor girl -- some of the dancers have lovely tribal art tatooed on the small of their backs, this is attractive but you realy must choose a great artist). Her face and skin was perfect, eyes and hair too. In the bathroom I could see it was kind of a bad hair dye like she did it at home. Girls: leave your hair alone or take it to a professional -- you get what you pay for. I need to get some professional help (with my hair), however, I notice that lots of models now let it look natural and long so I'm still waiting on it. Maybe just a neat trim just below the shoulders.
Started tipping the good dancers. They can all dance but the ones that moved with me and I liked the music got tipped. The music I liked best was Alt Rock. The DJ was pretty good. He even played some acid music: I almost took the stage because no one was dancing to it!
So I tell SASHA everything. Her first question was the one I always dread: "Can I ask you something personal?" I think the manager put her up to it. They wanted to know if I had sex change surgery. I told her yes, and asked if she wanted to see so we went into the bathroom. I was wearing a cotton India print wrap skirt with nothing underneath. She showed me her's too, she just shaved it, nice. She had very small labia so you could see where everything was, neat. Anatomically I look pretty good but could use some labiaplasty if I'm not feeling up (it swells with blood like the real thing and I do have some sensations). I told her I'm a virgin both ways, which is essentially true: never screwed anyone and no one has screwed me yet except in business or in the ass. I'm NOT looking or planning to lose my virginity but I'll bet I get brutally raped one of these days if I don't kill the guy first.
I ended up giving her about $60 total. It was NOT pleasent talking to her: I cried a river and hated to make that confession. Usually no one bothers me in public and accepts me as a woman.
I had to tell her a couple of times to move on. She finally did and I think she took my last $15 out of my jacket pocket! It was time to go home anyway. I made such a fool of myself there. She was having a hard time that night too and almost got fired! She just started working there and was hitting up customers for cigarettes, making funny, tweeky, faces. She prefered booze she said, and took a couple sips from my drink. She also led me over to a corner of the bar to talk. Basiclly she was showing me what I would have to do if I wanted to work there. That will or may be my next trip report: Goddess Frija applies to work at TD's.
Next time if a girl makes me cry I'm going to tell her to please go away, I'll be alright. There was a lot more to this story but it was very embarrissing for SASHA. This post is bad enough. She says she watches TV and cries at home. I don't watch TV but have been having really manic mood swings lately going from bliss to tears. Last night I cried a river. $60 for her service was half the price of a psychiatrist. Goddess bless SASHA. What will become of her? She says she wants babies. She started telling me a good LSD story about her and a friend driving somewhere with lots of tabs but I think she had to get up and do a dance. If we ever meet again I will ask her to finish the story and then move on: I can't give her babies and . . . well, she's not my type. Actually, I think she'll get fired. She was acting very wierd, like maybe tweeking, making funny faces if I did not lock on to her face to face, eye to eye.
Most of the guys there were not very attractive, several were watching me. One sat there and starred about three feet away. There were some nice looking guys who were hit on very fast by the really nice, collage girl-dancers. I saw no other single women or girlfriends sitting around. Where they went, I do not know. Once I sat near the VIP room and could see through the one way mirrors women laying on top of men but not touching eachother erotically. Soon I'm going to go to SanDiego to see clubs where they have private rooms and no one knows me. Maybe even sin city too and I want to literally run up Mt. Whitney (did it before a few years ago).
Got home at 11:30 went online here and almost got my Bluelight account knocked out for referencing to my website. SORRY. The world does not revolve around me yet but at least I will when I die.
Maybe I should try a new club or wait until I get kicked out of that one. I did it again: it starded getting too hot for me so I took off my jacket (one of those Abercrombie shrunken denim blazers I got on ebay for $30) to reveal a new pretty white bra that glowed in the blacklights. And one of the bouncers told me to put it back on so I BRISKLY left. My last contact with SASHA was: "Yes, you can't take it off in here." Yes, it's okay for her to take it off but not for me?!!! Looks like I'll have to work there to have any real fun and dancing. I can't dance in my chair. When I dance to tip a girl it is not fun either. Maybe I need to find a good dancing bar with intelligent people? Like maybe even go up to one of the $500/night resorts to party with businessmen/conventioneers and then the next morning drive to Sabino Canyon for a six mile trail run and swim in one of the many natural pools. Yes, spend the night with a nice businessman away from his wife, get up and run the next morning in nature with fresh, cool mountain air & water. Lots of other lovely people too. 9:03 AM
I'm gonna put in a full day's work today renovating my house.
Peace & Love.
He didn't show up, he wasn't certain if he could make it. Took about 3/4 dose at 8pm and scooted over to the Club with $100 in five dollar bills. Dumb mistake. Even though I'm okay with driving under the influence, I was too tense when I went inside from the driving stress. Took about 30 minutes for me to losen up.
One of the first girls I tipped figured I liked her or wanted more so she started talking. Maybe the manager made her do it. Her whole story is like this: SASHA. (It's a guy's name.) This is a very bad story. It was a hell of a night. I woke up at 5:30 with a headache took three aspirin and ran my four miles at 6:30am. Began this post at 8am
SASHA (age edited but less than 30 and said she worked in clubs for 11 years!), wore lip liner (dumb) had a lower lip/chin piercing (dumb, distracted you from her lovely eyes and face plus it also interferes with your teeth), she also had a tongue piercing, which she was good at not showing off (dumb too but good for sucking cock -- in fact it clues you into her). She had two little strawberry tatoos on the side of her face (dumb) beside her ears and a very badly done, large tattoo of a fairy like one of the avitars someone has here at Bluelight (very dumb, poor girl -- some of the dancers have lovely tribal art tatooed on the small of their backs, this is attractive but you realy must choose a great artist). Her face and skin was perfect, eyes and hair too. In the bathroom I could see it was kind of a bad hair dye like she did it at home. Girls: leave your hair alone or take it to a professional -- you get what you pay for. I need to get some professional help (with my hair), however, I notice that lots of models now let it look natural and long so I'm still waiting on it. Maybe just a neat trim just below the shoulders.
Started tipping the good dancers. They can all dance but the ones that moved with me and I liked the music got tipped. The music I liked best was Alt Rock. The DJ was pretty good. He even played some acid music: I almost took the stage because no one was dancing to it!
So I tell SASHA everything. Her first question was the one I always dread: "Can I ask you something personal?" I think the manager put her up to it. They wanted to know if I had sex change surgery. I told her yes, and asked if she wanted to see so we went into the bathroom. I was wearing a cotton India print wrap skirt with nothing underneath. She showed me her's too, she just shaved it, nice. She had very small labia so you could see where everything was, neat. Anatomically I look pretty good but could use some labiaplasty if I'm not feeling up (it swells with blood like the real thing and I do have some sensations). I told her I'm a virgin both ways, which is essentially true: never screwed anyone and no one has screwed me yet except in business or in the ass. I'm NOT looking or planning to lose my virginity but I'll bet I get brutally raped one of these days if I don't kill the guy first.
I ended up giving her about $60 total. It was NOT pleasent talking to her: I cried a river and hated to make that confession. Usually no one bothers me in public and accepts me as a woman.
I had to tell her a couple of times to move on. She finally did and I think she took my last $15 out of my jacket pocket! It was time to go home anyway. I made such a fool of myself there. She was having a hard time that night too and almost got fired! She just started working there and was hitting up customers for cigarettes, making funny, tweeky, faces. She prefered booze she said, and took a couple sips from my drink. She also led me over to a corner of the bar to talk. Basiclly she was showing me what I would have to do if I wanted to work there. That will or may be my next trip report: Goddess Frija applies to work at TD's.
Next time if a girl makes me cry I'm going to tell her to please go away, I'll be alright. There was a lot more to this story but it was very embarrissing for SASHA. This post is bad enough. She says she watches TV and cries at home. I don't watch TV but have been having really manic mood swings lately going from bliss to tears. Last night I cried a river. $60 for her service was half the price of a psychiatrist. Goddess bless SASHA. What will become of her? She says she wants babies. She started telling me a good LSD story about her and a friend driving somewhere with lots of tabs but I think she had to get up and do a dance. If we ever meet again I will ask her to finish the story and then move on: I can't give her babies and . . . well, she's not my type. Actually, I think she'll get fired. She was acting very wierd, like maybe tweeking, making funny faces if I did not lock on to her face to face, eye to eye.
Most of the guys there were not very attractive, several were watching me. One sat there and starred about three feet away. There were some nice looking guys who were hit on very fast by the really nice, collage girl-dancers. I saw no other single women or girlfriends sitting around. Where they went, I do not know. Once I sat near the VIP room and could see through the one way mirrors women laying on top of men but not touching eachother erotically. Soon I'm going to go to SanDiego to see clubs where they have private rooms and no one knows me. Maybe even sin city too and I want to literally run up Mt. Whitney (did it before a few years ago).
Got home at 11:30 went online here and almost got my Bluelight account knocked out for referencing to my website. SORRY. The world does not revolve around me yet but at least I will when I die.
Maybe I should try a new club or wait until I get kicked out of that one. I did it again: it starded getting too hot for me so I took off my jacket (one of those Abercrombie shrunken denim blazers I got on ebay for $30) to reveal a new pretty white bra that glowed in the blacklights. And one of the bouncers told me to put it back on so I BRISKLY left. My last contact with SASHA was: "Yes, you can't take it off in here." Yes, it's okay for her to take it off but not for me?!!! Looks like I'll have to work there to have any real fun and dancing. I can't dance in my chair. When I dance to tip a girl it is not fun either. Maybe I need to find a good dancing bar with intelligent people? Like maybe even go up to one of the $500/night resorts to party with businessmen/conventioneers and then the next morning drive to Sabino Canyon for a six mile trail run and swim in one of the many natural pools. Yes, spend the night with a nice businessman away from his wife, get up and run the next morning in nature with fresh, cool mountain air & water. Lots of other lovely people too. 9:03 AM
I'm gonna put in a full day's work today renovating my house.
Peace & Love.
