It was Jeffs birthday and we went to Buddies in the village.
Normally Im not down with clubs but I can deal with going to gay clubs and dance bars like Buddies and Fly because I am treated with respect at Buddies and Fly instead of a piece of meat that they can just claim by coming up from behind and gyrating their junk against your body.
Now my outfit wasnt that hot it was just the braclet which made it hot.
Im wearing my highrise Manager jeans and my Talula Babeton unitard.
In this photo Im still in my pashmina from Urban Outfitters.
This is a photo of Katharine holding my purse...I dont know why...we were all fucked that night...and their I am in the corner wearing my moms necklace from a boutique along Queen W
This is what regularly occurs, Jeff gets really into a song/dancing and he starts rubbing up against me. He is so into it he dosent realize I am frail and go flying everywhere while we are dancing.
I usually wake up with bruises and my shoulder or hip sore.
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