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Wet T-Shirt Contest

Posted on 27. May, 2009 by Sasha.

A few Friday’s ago (right before Pride) Remi and I met up with some friends at Ripples for the usual: drinking, dancing, and over-all catching up. It was the first time I was meeting one of her good friends from her Marine days, who I will call Little R. Because she’s this cute as a button little girl who you can’t really believe was a Marine. But she’s cool as hell and I see many fun times together in the future.

Little R brought her straight yet bi-curious aunt along and we met up with our dear friend Sergio, who is one of the gayest boys you will ever meet. The night was going fine, no major drama until a butch woman with a clip board comes up to our little circle of people and asks “Anyone want to do the wet t-shirt contest?” Although she asked if anyone wanted to do it, she seemed to only be asking my breasts, which I’ll admit were trying their best to escape from the torn tank top I had worn that night.

I’d been talking forever about wanting to do a wet t-shirt contest but never really had the guts to do it. But here was my shot. I looked at Remi to see if she was going to stop me from putting my name down on the list, but no such luck. So I signed up and immediately felt like I was going to throw up.

About an hour later they made the call for all the girls who had signed that dreaded clipboard to follow the same butch chick that recruited us to a dingy back room. Once back there we were all thrown tiny little white tank tops, told to take our bras off and get ready.

Little R was being awesome and signed up with me, so at least I had her to calm me down back stage. As we were getting ready one of the women said to me, “Oh what are you a ringer? Do you do this professionally or what?”

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

A few women also accused me of having fake boobs and a few others actually said, “Oh hell no I’m not competing against those.” While comments like that were catty and actually pretty bitchy, I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was a confidence booster.

We eventually made our way out to a screaming crowd of women waiting to be entertained by dancing women in wet shirts.

I was first up. Oh yay.

I couldn’t really hear the music that well over the crowd but I did my best to shimmy and shake what my mama gave me while I was up.

I cheered as loud as I could for all the other ladies, especially Little R. Danced with the girls standing next to me and generally was a pretty good sport considering I standing there soaking wet from head to toe in wet jeans, heels and a see through tank top.

In the end it came down to a tie between three of us, so we were all called back up on stage to prance around and do our imitation of sexy women for a few more minutes. I did my best to have fun and enjoy my moment of humiliation.

After we had all had our turn the crowd cheered for their favorite and low and behold, I was called as the winner!

I was totally stoked for several reasons:

First of all, I knew that Remi didn’t think I would actually go through with it.
Secondly and most importantly it was a $100 cash prize for winning and I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t use the money, honey.

I think Ripples is having a booty bounce contest one of these Friday’s …… mmmmmm ……..

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On the Itinerary: Party our asses off

Posted on 14. May, 2009 by Sasha.

So just in case you missed it, I’m going to reiterate on this blog and provide links to all the fun places we’re going this weekend. Why? Because the more the merrier and it’s good to support GLBT events.

I’m also posting any links to other Pride events just to keep you in the know:

This Friday, May 15: I will be at OC Pride which is being held at Knott’s Berry Farm. They’ve bought out the entire park just for us homos so we can relax, be ourselves and not worry that we’re traumatizing some little kid from Arkansas.

Also Friday, May 15: For those who don’t want to part with the $42 admission price to get into Knott’s there is going to be a Pink Party in Downtown Long Beach from 7 – 11 p.m. and I believe that’s free. Free is always good.

Saturday and Sunday May 16 – 17: Is Long Beach Pride. It’s held at Shoreline Village and seems to be more of the lesbian scene than Hollywood Pride which is geared more towards the boys.

Hamburger Mary’s is having a parking lot party for Pride with cheap food and beer and it’s walking distance from the festival.

Ripples is having a bunch of Pride events happening and I heard they’re providing a shuttle to and from the festival, for free during Pride! So check that out.

What about the after parties? Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.

The ladies of Girl Bar are putting on an after party Sunday night at V20 in the Bambou Lounge in Long Beach. Cover will be $15 or $10 VIP.

There will also be an after parties at Executive Suite and Ripples. But it’s going to be a mixed crowd at both places, so if you’re looking for a strictly estrogen filled evening, V20 might be a safer bet.

If I’ve missed any place, and I’m sure I have, please feel free to leave a link in the comments. I just want everyone to have a very Happy Pride!!!! Whoooohoooooo!!!!!!

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The List

Posted on 25. Feb, 2009 by Sasha.

Drum roll please ……

OK so in racking my brain to remember every place in Los Angeles that I’ve been able to pick up women, get picked up on or just spied some juicy possibilities I have come up with the following list.

(Sorry to my readers who are not local, but maybe your home town version of the same places might hold the same lesbian magic that these places seem to.)

First let’s begin with the obvious, obvious because they are deemed to be “gay” stomping grounds anyways, but still some are better then others.

1. Topping my list is Girl Bar in West Hollywood. It was the very first lesbian club I ever went to and I went alone. You can imagine how scared to death I was. But I ended up fooling around with one of the go-go dancers in the bathroom and then getting yelled at by her girlfriend in the parking lot. It was a good introduction to the lesbian club scene.

But honestly, Girl Bar is always a good time and I’ve never been there without getting at least one or two numbers stuffed in my pocket, even behind my girlfriend’s back. I only say that to stress the fact, that when women are at Girl Bar, they’re there for a reason; to have a good time. [...]

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Ripples, Ex’s Ex’s and Lap Dances

Posted on 11. Jul, 2008 by Sasha.

Last Friday I decided to celebrate our country’s independence by taking two of my closest, newly single gal pals to Ripples (Deborah’s on Fridays) to get trashed and lucky if we were lucky. Let me just say that nothing quite kicks off an evening of getting over your ex quite the same way as walking into a bar and within 5 minutes seeing two of your former flames with their new loves and then finding out that your most recent ex is en route to said bar.

Granted, I knew my ex was coming, we were never really together so we’re not really ex’s and we’re currently doing the whole friend thing again. But in my book, anyone that you used to sleep with but no longer do is an ex of some sort. So there.

Things only got better when my most recent ex-something or other showed up, friends in tow. Only to have my friends and her friends, not exactly meld into beautiful harmonies of “We are the world.” Nope. My friends are quickly gaining a well deserved reputation for being stand-offish not to mention that Maggie has made it plain as day that she does not like ex-something-or-other (ugh, that’s too long, let’s just call her Mr.)

The first time Maggie was introduced to Mr. she launched into an interrogation that Guantanamo bay has never seen the likes of. This was the second time the two have met, but being on somewhat neutral ground the claws on both women seemed to be retracted for the most part. Not to mention that Maggie’s considerable alcohol intake may have dulled her interrogation skills just a tad.

Overall, Ripples proved to be a very fun place once the night got going. Let’s recap: I got to give my ex a lap dance. I saw one of my ex’s ex’s. I also saw two women that I’ve had flings with hand in hand with the new love of their lives, smiled and congratulated everyone on their newfound bliss. Then quickly made my way back to my ex’s lap. Uh, go figure.

I got in a drunken yelling match with one of my best friends but she couldn’t remember it the next morning. I got pulled over several times that night but managed to sweet talk (uh em … cleavage) my way out of a ticket. …. and finally at 3:00 am, found my way home. I didn’t get drunk. I didn’t get laid. Yet somehow I had a great time

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