Well as the first post of the month, I am doing a slack as job. I apologize. My school has been a little demanding of my time and energy. Awesome as it is for me to go out and take pictures all over the place. Problem with that is I have not been in front of my laptop for a few days. Well, not long enough to place an entry here.
My adventures are increasing in frequency and intensity. I love it! For instance, I went to Chasers Saturday. I wore a red shirt, my Ed Hardy jeans and my Marine Corps jockstrap for shock factor (and because I wanted to impress a boy...)
I met up with one of my friends at Chasers because the boy wasn't there *thumbs down*. So my friend took me to Scorpios. This is one of the first clubs I went in order to meet and greet the gay community here in Charlotte. Well once we got there, Elaine, the host Drag Queen, was already on the floor doing her number. I peeled through the crowd so that she could see me (she has a thing for me...).
As I made eye contact with her, she said "Oh there is that mother fucker I met at McDonald's who told me he was straight"
I couldn't help but smile. So I sauntered up to her by way of skirting the edge of the crowd. She asked how I was doing. I replied with a "fine". She then decided that I needed to go out and dance in the middle of the club.
"Uh... But I have on a jockstrap. I don't think I am allowed to show that much." I told her.
Next thing I knew, she is pushing me out into the middle of the floor and telling the DJ to play something for me. I was stuck. I slowly pulled my shirt off and then jerked my pants down to the floor. The crowd went wild. And I did what came naturally. I danced. From that moment on I was known as the "boy in the red shirt".