Somebody's Husband
Sep. 8th, 2002 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseYay - apparently I'm somebody's husband now! Well, at least the emcee at The Pageant's "Brew and View" night thought so!
Tonight, I went to see "Pink Flamingos" and "Hairspray" with my friend Alice (the gal I went to see BNL with last August - also someone that saw a pic of Kellie and I from Toronto, and told me, "If I didn't know any different, I'd think you two were a couple") at a local venue - The Pageant.
We'd gotten there early, and before the movies started, they were showing music videos. We were discussing the fact that Britney Spears seems to be wearing less and less in her videos - that she's apparently transitioning into porn. That spurred a conversation about having a Porno Pet. Basically, your own personal Rocky Horror (I'm temporarily obsessed with "Rocky Horror Picture Show"), someone you can have around to relieve tension - without any commitment involved. Alice was interested in having a Porno Pet around, if nothing else than to see him get an erection on demand. (Keep in mind that Alice is a "good Mormon girl" - really she is)
Then we got to discussing a variety of things - bondage, rimming, slashfic, plaster-casting boy parts ... just a couple of Mormon perverts. Yeah ... that's it. ;) It was just funny as hell, because we both keep up the image of being "good girls" but when we're around people we can trust, we let loose.
Anyways - about my being mistaken for her husband. In between "Pink Flamingos" and "Hairspray", they were having drawings for movie passes and mugs. The emcee asked if anyone in the venue was a virgin to "Pink Flamingos" - and a lot of us raised our hands. During the drawings, Alice yelled out "go deeper!" and the emcee said something about "and you said you were a virgin - that must be your husband you're sitting with!" Alice and I died laughing over that - and post-intermission, I found the emcee and told him that I may look butch, but I definitely wasn't anyone's husband. He laughed and apologized - but I can understand the confusion. It was kind of dark, I have short hair ... and with my arms crossed, it's hard to tell if I have boobs.
It was a fun night - and hopefully I can do it again with a friend. I'd go alone if nothing else - but it's more fun to travel with others.
Tonight, I went to see "Pink Flamingos" and "Hairspray" with my friend Alice (the gal I went to see BNL with last August - also someone that saw a pic of Kellie and I from Toronto, and told me, "If I didn't know any different, I'd think you two were a couple") at a local venue - The Pageant.
We'd gotten there early, and before the movies started, they were showing music videos. We were discussing the fact that Britney Spears seems to be wearing less and less in her videos - that she's apparently transitioning into porn. That spurred a conversation about having a Porno Pet. Basically, your own personal Rocky Horror (I'm temporarily obsessed with "Rocky Horror Picture Show"), someone you can have around to relieve tension - without any commitment involved. Alice was interested in having a Porno Pet around, if nothing else than to see him get an erection on demand. (Keep in mind that Alice is a "good Mormon girl" - really she is)
Then we got to discussing a variety of things - bondage, rimming, slashfic, plaster-casting boy parts ... just a couple of Mormon perverts. Yeah ... that's it. ;) It was just funny as hell, because we both keep up the image of being "good girls" but when we're around people we can trust, we let loose.
Anyways - about my being mistaken for her husband. In between "Pink Flamingos" and "Hairspray", they were having drawings for movie passes and mugs. The emcee asked if anyone in the venue was a virgin to "Pink Flamingos" - and a lot of us raised our hands. During the drawings, Alice yelled out "go deeper!" and the emcee said something about "and you said you were a virgin - that must be your husband you're sitting with!" Alice and I died laughing over that - and post-intermission, I found the emcee and told him that I may look butch, but I definitely wasn't anyone's husband. He laughed and apologized - but I can understand the confusion. It was kind of dark, I have short hair ... and with my arms crossed, it's hard to tell if I have boobs.
It was a fun night - and hopefully I can do it again with a friend. I'd go alone if nothing else - but it's more fun to travel with others.
