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9:31PM - Sunday October 31, 2004 I managed to win a prize for best wings--I was dressed up as a very naughty devil girl, all in red. And when I say all, I mean all--red underwear and bra, red furry wrap pants I made out of a curtain, red fishnet shirt, red sheer half robe over that, I dyes my hair red, and had red makeup, red wings, and a red feather boa. And red suede cowboy boots. Hee! The fishnets were of pretty poor quality, and the crotch ripped out when I was putting them on. And yes, I was planning on the crotch rip, but not until much later in the evening. So there, nyah! Anyway, I was wnadering around putitng on my lipstick wearing everything but my pants and boots, and I turned and asked Kryptonite if the outfit was cute. He said yes, but "in a go to bed right now kind of way." Heh. Have I mentioned recently how lovely it is to be with a man who actually desires me? Kryptonite hates dressing up, so I threw some second hand leather pants at him and used my shameless hussy wiles to get him into them. Mmm... they fit quite well for my having bought them without him there to try them on. And then we put a Dr's scrub shirt on him and a lab coat--he was mostly bewildered: "But what am I going as?" "Uh, how about the Mad Doctor of Looooooove!" Heh. Anyway, beer was drunk, dancing was had, ritual happened a bit late but was good--it's rare to have a big enough indoor space to do a spiral dance in, so it's nice. A couple of the African drummers drummed for ritual and it was really energizing. We got a lift home from Britt and Star, and then we flame dout and went to bed. He was going to try to have sex, but I knew he was tired--what a trouper! Saturday we lazed in bed, had some really lovely sex sans interference from an Instead cup to catch the blood, and everything went well. I had some reservations because the guys I've been with in the past few years have been squeamish about blood, and well, who really needs a guy freaking out in the middle of sex when you're already over-emotional? Not me. I have baggage in that area, which I'm pleased to say is now lightening. I'm usually all cool pagan chick about it, but the past few years (and guys) have made it rough. And sometimes I forget that while Kryptonite is pretty conservative on the outside, on the inside he's a kickass dude. It's about time I actually dated a man instead of a boy. Anyway, I had a bit of cry afterwards thanks to relieving the aforementioned baggage, and the fact that my period makes me emotional to begin with. It was really great--he's spectaculer at taking everything in stride, just said "C'mere," and held me tight. Fuck, I hate to be that girly, but sometimes I am. We ate turkey pot pies, I made some apple crisp, and when his friends came into town we went to check in at the hotel and went out for supper at the Shoe Shop. I had to cut and run early to sneak in a bellydance rehearsal and get all spiffed up with my troupe for our performance at Le Masquerade that night. I missed out on the Absinthe the others were imbibing at the restaurant, but I had a good time anyway. I really like Kryptonite's friends that I got to meet this weekend. Our performance at Club Vortex went off really well, and was a lot more burlesque than bellydance, which I think is appropriate for a Halloween performance. I kicked a whole lot of ass dancing to a non-traditional song: "And God She Created Civilization" by Meg Lee Chin. As a Devil Girl, I thought it was appropriate. *grin* I was quite naughty at times and made some gestures along with the songs lyrics. Heh. SnowWhite, Violet, and Mermaid did beautiful solos and our group pieces were big hits. I love doing our sword dance, and our new piece is very sexy and burlesque-y. There's girl-kissing and implied lesbianism! *shock and horror* Hee! The five of us staying at the hotel left not long after the bellydance set--I pawned off costume bits to everyone in my troupe to take home! Sword, wings and boa, tassel belt... I had enough to carry. We hung out in the Kryptonite's hotel room, watched movies and stuff, and ordered in pizza. It was all good. I even got to see the first bit of Rocky Horror Picture Show! Mmm... Sweet Transvestite... And then everyone went to the other hotel room, and then our sorry tired asses had some more sweet sex in the bouncy king-size bed. I fogot the lube in the bathroom when I went to take out my Diva Cup, but we went ahead without it rather than break the flow of our good time. I completely drenched the splash mat I brought, and got the bed a bit wet--I couldn't stop orgasming, it was amazing. And I've discovered the cure for mild liquor-dick for my man--get on top and do clockwise hip circles while clenching my muscles around the head of his cock, and I can get him every time. Bwahahahah! With this knowledge I can control the world! Bellydancers for Conquering Mankind! Ahem. Anyway. Afterwards we were basking, and he turned to me and said, "Happy Sex-iversary," with a smile. Damn the 11am checkout time! We didn't get to explore the possibilities of such a big bed, and I think the bathroom counter looked like it was just the right height, and there was a mirror... Damn checkout time. In other news, the Casino has a decent cheap brunch, and the dining area is right under a dome that is rigged up with led's to make it look like a night sky. And it cycles between day and night, which is really cool. I want one! I wouldn't want it to be such a rapid cycling bi-polar ceiling as this one was, though. Oy. I was momentarily saddened by an abrupt goodbye in the parking lot--I guess I'd figured that everybody would stick around for a few more hours to hang out. Kryptonite felt bad leaving me to take a cab home, but it was a free ride in a car as opposed to an $18 ride on the bus--I told him he owes me some consoling during his next visit, and it was deemed fair. *smile*
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