Saturday, July 19, 1997 -- Anything That Moves
"I want a boyfriend with a girlfriend Who thinks it's cute And gets hot When I kiss him on the dance floor. ...And he doesn't care If we are two guys, He just knows that he needs to come. Until he can't talk or beg, Or even think anymore. Until neither one of us Even exists beyond the need To fall, Flaming Into the incandescent skin of the other. Then I want to do it all over again, With a woman, While he watches. "		The poem except at left is from the magazine Anything That Moves, it's entitled "What Do Bisexuals Want", and was written by Jack Random I picked it up at Border's in Champaign last night. I'd never read the magazine, or seen it. It's probably somewhere in Charlotte, I just need to look around. We woke up at a reasonable hour, and Mikki and LadyDawn took me to BobEvans. I'd never been to one, I'm not sure we have them down here. They are sort of like Shoney's without the breakfast bar. A country cooking/breakfast place, for those without either. We made it back in time to get ready for the picnic, and to meet with [Barbara], who had co-ordinated it. She had her three daughters with her. They were like 3,4 and 6 (forgive me if I'm wrong!). I don't normally do very well around kids, but her kids were a riot. I pouted for them, and let them jump on the bed. Soon we were ready for the picnic proper. [Barbara] left, and we were off to the grocery store, for hamburgers, hotdogs, buns, and so on. By the time we made it there, GardAngel had been waiting for a bit. Both he and [Barbara] had ascertained the single most important aspect of the site. No grill. None. And we'd just bought food. Oh well. The afternoon went well, while we waited for more of our group to show up. Eventually, shadowcat and leda showed up. We worried for a bit about the 'Chicago Group' four of us who we hadn't heard from, but knew were coming. Many pictures were taken, which I'll add to this site, as they get scanned and sent my way. We were also made into slaves by [Barbara]'s kids who wanted us to alternatively, push them on the swings, twirl them on the tire, and fill balloons up with water. We broke up around 5:30, and agreed to meet back at our hotel at 7:30, when we were going to do whatever came next. Probably heading over to C Street, a bar in Champaign. We drove out to [Barbara]'s, to drop of the kids and see her place. As we drove, I began to get a good idea just how flat Illinois is, and how many cornfields there are. I've never lived in a place where you could see so far. Wilmington, NC is as flat as Illinois is, but there are more trees, so you can't see quite as far. We turned around immediately, and headed back to Champaign-Urbana. We were still late, but that's murphy for you. Since we were the ones with the keys, we were the ones who were late. The trip was worth it, though. When we got to [Barbara]'s we'd discovered that the Chicago crowd had called us there. We gave them a ring, and told them to meet us at the hotel. Eventually, everyone gathered at the hotel, and several of us gave [Barbara] presents (it was her birthday last week). I had been eyeing the hottub, so i slipped on my suit, and headed there. Eventually we all got back together, went our separate ways for dinner, and wound up at C Street (actual name: Chester Street) bar in Damron they were listed as 'gay friendly' but from the looks of things once we were there, I'd call it 'straight friendly'. It was a good place for bisexuals to go. The dance floor was a mass of bodies, moving to the music. Few people danced with anyone, most just danced or moved around. I turned slowly dancing (in my mind) with different guys or gals, depending on my mood, or my attraction level. I remembered the raw sensuality that makes dancing, especially when you let go of all the stuff you carry around, and just dance. I also had my first mixed drink. The infamous blowjob. I'll have to say it's the first thing with alcohol in it that I actually liked well enough to have another. Which I did about an hour after the first one. When Mikki, LadyDawn and I finally got back to the hotel, I was acting quite punchy. I don't know whether from the alcohol, the day, or how late it was getting. It didn't take me long to get to sleep. All in all, it was a wonderful day. I'm not really out with the people that I work with. Most of the physical interaction I do, I fake basic straightness. It's a dilemma for me, because I can't be myself, but so long as I date women, I look a lot like a straight person. Carl even told me he thought I was a fairly straight and narrow kind of guy on Thursday. Little does he know. But I revelled in my bi-ness on Saturday. Flirting with everyone, dancing with anyone, if only in my mind, generally being myself. When I worked at VNet I cold be bi, at least with the people in the back office. Now I can't even wear my hair funny, without getting a free gift certificate for a haircut. My relaxation, excitement, and general happiness has made me more committed to finding a new place..a better place to work, and to following through on the counselling. I know, I'm happy for the most part, but I can't drive 12 hours every weekend just to relax. Generic Joe's A Typical Male