The weight of a man on top has been felt: Praise Jesus Child

SO last night was a good night...  I ended up having a crazy day running around the county courthouse because my sister is in a terrible situation with a jekyl/hyde man in her life and by the time the day had ended a beverage was certainly in order...


I traveled to Dupont Circle and met friends at a straight bar called MadHatter.  Love the music and the dance floor and its always a really chill crowd with decent specials.  Immediately I honed in on my straight target, people that I think are interesting and although it might appear as flirting it tends to be more about curiosity and getting to know a good friend that poses a cool image...  This particular one we'll call Don Draper because he was dressed so well that his 3piece suit could have been straight out of MadMen.  He left with us a half hour later to hangout with us and come to the real party at JRs, a dainty lil homo-bar.  Thats 1-0, Go PioneerQueer!


 So whilst enjoying some 2 dolla vodka bevs we talked to everyone and don't you know that Kharma shined some sun on me last night for being so well behaved, it was show tune night!!!!!  Apparently they do it every Monday.  So they just Utube musicals and the entire bar group karaokes... It rocked my world!! Thats 2-0, Go PioneerQueer!!!


I met a very nice man in town visiting from New York City on business and in the beginning of the night he was boisterous and fun, however by the end of the night he was grabby and sloppy sammy sourpuss.  I really try not to judge in those situations and just diffuse because we have all been there in that frame of mind, but he got out of control once he tried to stick his hand into my pantyhose!!!!  I smacked his hand and said Excuse Me GIRL WHO YOU TRYING TO PLAY RIGHT NOW????  and then followed it up by busting out laughing into roaring laughter.  Does that negate the point I was trying to make??  3-0, GO PioneerQueer.


I found a fine young gentlemen who was leaving the bar at exactly the time my friends and I were leaving the bar and he happened to take notice of my assets, heals do amazing things for legs ladies I am here to tell you.  And that's another thing.  I have been a roller coaster of opinions this weekend on the matter, after wearing heels 2 nights in a row my feet were pretty beatskeet and I didn't want to wear my heels again and I had jumped on the sympathy train concluding that heels are bitches.  But I really wanted to make them work so I cut the top of them with a utility knife and just created a little more room for my big chubby toes to squeeze into.  And then last night it was like I found my sea legs in my heels and I was all over the place.  They are like giant stilts with glitter, and have proven to be equally as magical.  Being a drag queen really has its benefits.  Never have I felt more like a black man, the heels made about 6.5-6.6 so I could tower really easily.  But anyway back to my original point, I was able to find a man who not only had a nice member, but he blessed my life with it in his ability to lay the pipe ladies and gents and it was a fantastic feeling.  Been a really long time since that egg was cracked... 4-0, GO PIONEER QUEER!!!!


It was an awesome Halloween weekend and I sucked up every ounce of partying my old 26 yr old body can handle...  It doesn't work like it used to kids!  My back is busted and my feet are already covered in corns...  somebody call the wah-wah-wah-mbulance!!  Thats my story...