Saturday night, Remi and I met up with our good friends, Amazon and Alexa at the Abbey. I haven’t seen the Abbey that packed in … well … ever. It was a madhouse and the crowd was a good trail mix of gay boys, femmes, butches, trannies, lesbians and straight tourists.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not straight-a-phobic. Some of my best friends are straight men. But call me crazy, when I go out to a gay bar in gay WeHo with my gay lover Cindy and our lesbian friends, I don’t appreciate being groped, stalked and grabbed by straight or bi-curios men. Which seemed to be the theme of the evening.
I know I’ve been down this repetitive road before. Yes, maybe I don’t have short hair spiked up into a faux hawk, I wasn’t wearing a cool fedora and a man’s blazer and unfortunately I wasn’t wearing my DYKE tattoo on my forehead. But I would think that the setting, combined with WHO I was there with, holding hands with, and kissing would be some sort of sign that I don’t drive stick.
Yet a random medley of ass hole men still thought I was fair game.
At one point in the evening, Remi and I had gotten into a little tiff and instead of going with her and her bff across the street to grab some munchies, I stayed put by my lonesome to stand in line for the ladies room. On my way to the back of the club I was grabbed again by one of my evening’s stalkers. He was so drunk or just such a big ass that he actually grabbed me and tried to kiss me! When I pushed him off of me and into an innocent group of twinks, he lunged back at me and grabbed my face. By this point I was till off balance from slipping on spilled drinks in four inch heels and trying not to fall down the few stairs that I was teetering on. It was so crowded the only thing I could think of was to go for the groin. So although that is my least favorite area of the male anatomy, I gave it a good slap with the palm of my hand and watched as the pain and shock rippled through him. He immediately let me go and I took off for the bathroom where I found one of Alexa standing in line.
But do I tell her what just happened? No. Of course not. Why? Because my friends are like me, and if someone bothers one of my friends, I want to hunt them down. So I just let it go.
But then I saw the idiot with a group of his friends coming up on the other side of the line so I made some lame excuse to my friend and got out of there. I just didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I was getting a migraine, I was sort of mad at Remi and knew she was mad at me. I was quickly getting over the whole evening and just wanted to go home.
I made it across the street to where Remi and her friend were having a burger. I had calmed down enough to tell her what had just happened but wasn’t sure if I should just wait till we were in the car. Because first of all, I know for a fact that she and Amazon would want me to go back and point him out. I didn’t want a confrontation that night. Not that our group of female Marines couldn’t totally fuck up his group of bougie posers. That wasn’t the point. I just wanted to go home.
But by the time I sat down, Remi was already pissed at me for having run off by myself and then she looks at me in the bright lights of the burger joint and says, “What the FUCK is on your face?”
“What?!” I really had no idea what was on my face.
“That!” she said as she pointed above my lip. I searched Amazon’s face for some answers or a hint and it was obvious that she too saw whatever had Remi seeing red.
“What?!” I asked again.
“That! That’s blood! There’s a scratch on your face and it’s bleeding. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”
Great. So much for waiting for the right moment to tell her ….
——-to be continued—–
Dang. That’s some cliffhanger…
I think I would have lost my flippin ind if my girl came back with a scratch on her face not to mention if there was any sign of blood I would have knocked that muthafucka out like the bitch he was! I’m pissed someone grabbed you and you’re not even mine. WTF did Remi do when you told her?
Damn girl, you must look for trouble. I’ve dated girls like you, and you’re usually too much trouble. But Remi must like it. LOL. But even if you are hell on wheels when you go out it was totally out of line that some man put his hands on you like that and at a gay bar! What’s the world coming too?
I hope all your readers got your “lover Cindy” joke and that they don’t actually think your lover is named cindy. But I’m pretty sure your audience is L Word friendly. Anyhoo, that line cracked me up.
I met you at Here last Thurs and I saw you and your girl again at the Abbey. The guy that grabbed you, was it one of those Arab dudes that kept grabbing your ass when you were standing there with your friends? I saw that and figured that would be trouble. Sorry I didn’t see him pull that shit inside. I would have smacked him for you.
I go to the Abbey all the time and it’s true, there’s more and more straight men hanging out there. But I think they’re bi or something because of the way they look at me and my friends. Someone should tell them that only the boys are on the menu when they’re in Gay Town.
Girls like you are too much trouble. If I were Remi I would want to know what you did to make him think he had a chance with you.
I want to know why your gf let you stay at the club when she goes off to eat somewhere else? WTF did she think would happen leaving you alone?
Sasha, why did you stay behind if it wasn’t to cause some sort of drama?
I only date femmes but they’re a headache and a half and you Sasha seem more like a mind splitting migraine. I’m guessing you’ve got the bomb **** for Remi to put up with your shit
I’m with TxGrl on this one, what was Remi thinking leaving you alone? Bad idea. I’m sure she won’t be making that mistake again.
I think this is Sasha’s fault. What were you wearing? Were you flirting with this guy? You must have done something to make him act that way.
What the hell is wrong with some of you? This is like blaming a woman for wearing a mini skirt if she gets raped. It doesn’t matter what Sasha was wearing, she has the right to NOT BE attacked, man handled, grabbed, scratched or touched.
I have a couple things to say. 1. True, If Sasha were there with me or any girl for that point, no I would not leave her at a club alone. That’s just rude and stupid and potentially dangerous. Any butch worth their salt knows not to leave the goodies unattended.
2. I would have wanted to kill whoever scratched and grabbed my gf. I want to hear the rest of this story to see what Remi ended up doing.
3. I don’t think this was Sasha’s fault. She should be allowed to wear whatever she wants without fear. Lets not forget this was a gay bar so the last thing she should have to worry about was getting mauled by a man. WTF??
4. I think girls like her are a lot of trouble, but women like me wouldn’t have it any other way. It keeps things interesting.
Hope you’re OK Sasha.
For the record I was wearing a wife beater, old jeans, a scarf, heels AND a coat. OK, so I wasn’t wearing the coat inside, but seriously, you can’t get any simpler then that. I don’t think what I was wearing had anything to do with what happened. It’s not a big deal anyways. I’m fine. It was more annoying then anything,
This is total BS, it doesn’t matter what she was wearing! No man has a right to grab a woman and force himself on her even if its “just a kiss”.
I think I saw you there that night. You’re pretty tall right? But I thought you were there with this drunk gay boy. Your top was a little low cut but give me a break, this is Hollywood.
I was at the Abbey that night and I could have sworn I danced with you for a hot second as you were walking through. I was wearing a gray fedora, a tie and a wife beater. I did grab you to dance but you didn’t seem to mind.
To clear things up, if that was Sasha I danced with for half a second, her tits are world class and that’s probably why that dick head couldn’t control himself. No excuse, if I had seen that, I would have stepped in.
dude, wtf happened? finish the story girlfriend
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! OH HELL NO!!!! FUCK THE STORY, JUST TELL ME REMI AT LEAST GOT A FIGHTING CHANCE TO GO FUCK HIM UP!!!! WHAT THE HELL GIRL!!! ITS NOT NO MEANS NO, ITS IF YOU TOUCH ME MY BIG AS DIKE GIRLEFRIEND IS GOING TO FUCK YOU UP!!!!
Hey Sasha,
Hope you’re ok. I’m sick of going to the Abbey because of guys like that. They are just plain rude. Someone once told me that the reason they are there is because they are investors, which makes their behavior even more disgusting.
The same thing happens over at Club HERE too and it’s such a pain to deal with. It’s too bad the behavior of some ruins our nights out.
Hopefully you won’t have that issue at Pride this weekend, LOL
Sasha, you’re killing me with that Cliff-Hanger. Allow me to explain. Q: How do you keep a Jack-ass in suspense ? A: I’ll tell you tomorrow.