what a long strange trip it has been.....saturday night party
The afternoon was spent going to my friends birthday party. She had just turned 50 and had invited people over and plenty of music was shared all around. I gave the birthday girl a ride on the motorcycle (I was going as a biker to the costume parties..so I may as well, dress for the part...eh?) I gave her an initial ride around her neighborhood, but as we returned, she asked if we could ride some more, and we ended up making a 20 mile run through the countryside. I could tell that she was enjoying herself, and it gave me great pleasure to know that I was able to bring a smile to her as she was not pleased with having reached the half century mark. I stayed long enough for the festivities to commence, played a few songs and finally left with the sunset.
The first stop off was in the next town over, the 'polyamourous' contingent party.... I had no idea what to expect, but was quite suprised to find that they were all very charming, interesting and highly unusual!...The house was a private residence of the host couple, everything was 'normal'..if you call an enourmous residence, with ****atiels and ****atoos in huge cages 6 foot tall, throughout the house an old english style pool table in the den, with a fire going, and the hot tub, enclosed on the back porch. I was greeted by the wife in residence, dressed as Elvira...fetching in long black body hugging dress, hooked nose and peaked hat., and just the hint of blood trailing from the side of her mouth...??? She took me on a tour of what was going to be available and to also show what was off limits. The house was huge, going up the back room stairs, we entered a room that was easily 25 by 25, filled floor to ceiling with books, computers and ...more birds... We then went into the next room, which was apparently a bedroom. Lots of candles, interesting title on the bedside tables, such things as "Finding True Love In The Shared S/M Marriage Experience"...hmm..things were getting stranger and stranger...? The Decor was exquisite, sort of old New Orleans/Victoriana, tastful, decorative and very comfortable.
She then took me into the next room, labeled oddly enough 'dungeon'...and sure enough it was a comlete dungeon! Complete with whips, chians, instruments of sensual and sexual exploration and i guess to some degree torture...if the accomplice is willing. There were swings suspended from the ceiling, an 'X' cross in the corner, complete with hand and leg restriants, more whips than you could...well...shake a whip at!...and other such strange and odd instruments such as feathers, silk scarves, velvet mittens and fur gloves....She had a very close personal space, and seemed to enjoy showing me the toys of the trade.
We eventually made our way back downstairs and other folks were arriving for the party, there was Capt. Jack Sparrow, Felicia the Catwoman, in tight, spandex and latex head to toe body suit, gypsies, monks, priests, nuns, tibetan monks and the hosts husband, wearing an orange tshirt stating "this IS my costume"...People we getting in and out of the hot tub, nudity abounding, all shapes and sizes of body styles, and everyone seemed very comfortable with themselves and each other. There was even one young man, apparently part way through the transgenered process, which required that I look at and talk to for some time...the incongruity of such a young man, very pretty face, supple and lithe body, and the beginnings of definite female breasts, but still maintaining the plumbing down below...as before, people were coming and going between the rooms upstairs and the hot tub downstairs, and playing pool in various states of dress and ...undress... But I was well behaved, but felt very welcome there...I have yet to decide if I should pursure the extra-curricular activities that are part of thier 'other rooms'...almost certainly a negative there...but as a group of people, they were very interesting to talk to and very open about themselves...which is why I enjoyed my self so much.
I stayed for about 3 hours there, and then decided to head for the 'other' party in the next town over. It was well tucked away, but eventually did find the house and grounds. There were halloween lights, outside bonfires, gravestones in the flower beds, and the main outbuilding was a garage that was fully decorated and brimming with people and music and drinks. Once again, I was welcomed with open arms, this time, 98% were male arms...in fact I had asked where the bar was in order to bring in the bottles I had brought, and a ghoul took my hand and led me down a rather dark corridor..sometimes very slowly...and eventually we made our way to the 'party room'...lights , music and people all around. There was Laura & Barbara Bush, Truman Capote, gladiators, centurions, and escaped prisoner in zebra striped pants and shirt with pill box hat, there was one 'girl', her sweater festooned with barbie dolls, and the placard on her read "I'm A Chick Magnet"...and one awesome character made up to be the "Ice Queen" from the Chronicles of Narnia. There was also a butcher wearing an apron...thats all...just an apron...and a hat...but trust me..there was nothing else on under the apron!! Airline stewardesses, vikings Edward R, Murrow, Howard Hunt, Celtic Warriors in Kilts and one young scotsman in a utilikilt...and yes...they were wearing them in the way they were intended to......some amazing detail going into the outfits. The ghoul who first met me struck up a conversation, and wanted to see my bike, so I pulled it further into the compound area, and he asked if he could sit on it...that was when I discovered that the ghoul had nothing on underneath his robe!!! I offered...naturally...to give him a ride, if he wanted, and he readily accpeted...and so began the bulk of my evenings activities...giving rides to all the handsome young...and not so young...men at the party. Next one to approach me was an 'angel'...with large black wings, face mask and a bit of a feathered jock strap...that was an interesting ride...thats for sure...it seems that he wanted to ride through the cemetary, so we did, and we stopped for a bit...to take in the ambience and air...and well....more on that later...ahem...
All in all, there were about 75 people around the fire and the same amount inside the party cabanas...and I think I gave rides to about 18 or 20 of them...I had a really grand time...then of course there was the obligatory photo sessions with me on the bike and they riding behind...
The food was catered and very delicious, and the company was extraordinary.......I found my way home a little before sunrise...very tired, but very happy with being able to make 3 parties in one day....
Absolutely none of this would have occured with me pre-op....thats for sure...but now?...You can never be sure of whats going to happen after this surgery...thats for sure....
Sounds like you had quite the adventure! 
About five years ago I reconnected with an old girl friend from high school who is a swinger. She and her husband are bisexual. I joined them at several such events, though usually as the "date" of thier friend Alayna. The parties I went to didn't allow men to come unescorted. It was a rule I at first found sexist but then realized it was necessary.
In anycase I have to say I have never, ever found a group of nicer, friendlier people. I guess we all are a bit suprised when our stereotpyes are broken down, ehh?
About five years ago I reconnected with an old girl friend from high school who is a swinger. She and her husband are bisexual. I joined them at several such events, though usually as the "date" of thier friend Alayna. The parties I went to didn't allow men to come unescorted. It was a rule I at first found sexist but then realized it was necessary.
In anycase I have to say I have never, ever found a group of nicer, friendlier people. I guess we all are a bit suprised when our stereotpyes are broken down, ehh? 
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