Due to a family emergency (which would be the fact that my brother’s an idiot) I ended up in Palm Springs. After helping him out I called a friend that I had met the last time I was in the desert.
Her name is Joe (her real name at her request). I met Joe and a group of her friends right outside a gay bar in downtown Palm Springs. I hadn’t yet been “made” Remi’s girlfriend so I was officially still single.
Joe and her friends are a cool group of butch women that are very generous with the drinks and eventually that led to me to entering a lap dance contest where I tied for first place with a trannie that I’m pretty sure was way hotter than I.
After the club closed and we were thrown out onto the hot streets of the desert, we made our way to Joe’s house.
Joe’s house has a pool.
Joe’s house has a lot of free alchohol.
Joe’s house does not have extra bikini’s lying around.
Joe’s house ended up with a bunch of naked lesbians skinnydipping in between drinks.
So of course when I found myself in need of a place to crash for a night, I called Joe. She was more than happy to have a house guest and made me feel right at home. She invited over a bunch of crazy friends for a night of BBQ and drinking, including a crazy woman that claims to be a professional bikini waxer.
She waxed a few girls that evening, but she wasn’t able to catch me and tie me down, so I escaped her drunk waxing technique … thank god. At one point I actually considered it, I mean “Hey, a free bikini wax? Why not?”
But then she winked at me and said, “You’re next hot stuff.”
Hot stuff? I am not a hot pocket that just got nooked. Nor am I fond of having strange, drunk women playing with hot wax near my hoo hoo. Especially not after I heard her tell a few girls, “I love my job. I get to see if a girl’s worth the trouble before I ever spend a dime on her. And she pays me to do it!”
Eeeewww. I hate it when women are predatory. I guess I’m just an elitist but I like to think that we, as a gender are slightly above that. I don’t like it when women prove me wrong.
My night at Joe’s this time ended pretty much like the last time except this time I brought a bikini. But I did notice that desert dykes seem to party harder than their LA counterparts. I think it’s because there’s a real lack of lesbian nightclubs out there. There’s a huge gay boy population but from what I could tell, the ladies are sadly under-represented.
So house parties end up being the cure and without bouncers and lame-ass laws to be obeyed, these girls really get down and dirty when it comes to play time.
Whew! I think I’m going to need a few days to recover! But in the end I had a pretty wild time and Joe was nice enough to drive me back to LA the next day … again.
God, I fucking love lesbians!! We’re always down for a good time and always up to help one another out. Whether it’s offering up your couch for the night, or a free, albeit scary bikini waxing offer … we always seem to be able to help each other out.
I don’t see how that’s elitist. Predatory women, blech. In general I tend to stay away from women who behave like stereotypical men. (Not that I particularly like women who behave like a certain stereotypical woman, either, but that’s neither here nor there.)
So I’m sure this isn’t the end of your crazy time in the desert. What the hell happens out there…I want to come out! I almost got my ass beat for calling someone doll…apparently you can offer free bikini waxes out there and not get a beat down!