Saturday, October 11, 2008

More of the Circus

I told you it was a circus. Yeah, its Starr. I love all these girls to death but sometimes they drive me crazy.
Peace is the shyest human I've ever met. She's cool with all of us, somewhat. We still haven't been able to figure out why she's so shy. I'm still in shock that she actually went on the date Walker set up for her. I guess we are making progress with her shyness.
Dimes is a piece of work. Tonight, Bruiser had to keep Carla from kicking her ass. I say Carla needed the ass kicking for sharing her girl in the first place. Dimes needed an ass kicking too, for being crazy enough to think that the night would go smoothly. But I'm so different than Dimes. I think Dimes doesn't see anything wrong with her "playing". Its her life. And that's what keeps us all close...we don't interfere. But we do voice our opinions.
I've known Dimes and Walker the longest.
Dimes is too sexy to be a guy and too gorgeous to be a girl. Totally androgynous. She's an all around player and I can't help but think that there's a big reason behind it. We'll see, hopefully she'll be more open about it in here.
Walker and Candy have agreed to contribute. Bruiser's thinking about it. You'll meet them soon enough. Good reading!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Could it get any crazier

Hey, I'm Dimes. I gotta tell someone about the shit that happened last night, so I'm gonna write it here. Since no one is answering their phones.
So get this. I'm in Retro (one of the local lesbian bars) minding my own business. I wasn't feeling up to playing really but...Carla walks up behind me, throwing her arms around me, and kissing my neck.
I know you're thinking, no big deal, right. Wrong. Carla's got a girl. A girl she's been with for years. And not just any girl. She's got Kelly...the hottest chick (besides me) that's ever walked into this bar.
Anyway, Carla says, "Hey sexy. Are you busy tonight?"
Without turning around, I answered, "It depends on who's askin'."
"Us," said a voice in my other ear.
I turned around and Kelly was standing there with a big smile on her face. I won't lie, I've hit on her before and I had a feeling she liked me more than she let on. Yeah, my jaw hit the floor. Now...I'm cool with the threesome thing. I've been known to do worse (or better) things. But something was telling my brain that this wasn't a good idea. My sex was sayin' otherwise.
I asked them what they had in mind, just to cover my ass. It was obvious that Carla had had a few to many to drink but Kelly seemed completely coherent. So I had to make sure they were both on the same page.
Carla tells me that its their anniversary and their gift to each other was one night with a girl they both agreed to. And that was me. For a second or two, I thought I should be honored. But then again, I am Dimes. Everyone wants me and no one can resist me.
I down my drink, pay my tab, and I'm out the door with two hot women who think of me as a gift. Sounds great, right?
Well, it was, up until the point that Carla passed out. We had just finished with round one, too. So I'm thinking that the party was over. Nope. Kelly didn't seem to care much, so neither did I. Hell, we're talking Kelly here.
Kelly couldn't get enough and I sure as hell wasn't gonna stop givin'. That girl is freaky and even hotter with her clothes off. She had me doin' things to her that I never thought she'd be into. And I denied her nothing.
We were workin' on round fifty or so when Carla woke up and hit the roof. At first I thought she was just...I don't know...caught off guard or something by the way her girl was grindin' my face and moaning my name.
Then Carla yells something like, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Kelly practically purrs back, "My gift."
I can't say a word 'cause my mouth is still full of Kelly and I can't move much with her sitting on my face. I'm thinking I'm in deep trouble and in a very vulnerable position. I couldn't see where Carla was.
Next thing I know, Kelly's being yanked from the bed. Carla's pulling her off to another room. I hear them start yelling, so I took it as my cue to leave. I did what anyone would do in that situation. I grabbed my clothes, jumped out the window naked, and got dressed as I ran.
Today...Kelly won't stop texting me about how much fun she had and Carla keeps leaving me messages about how she's gonna kick my ass. Drama...I knew it. (Bruiser...I might be needing you soon.)
I'd like to say I learned my lesson but hell no. No way. I'd do it all again and wouldn't change a thing. Totally worth it.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Date with burgundy girl

So they call me Peace. The circus crew pick on me because my parents are probably the last two remaining hippies on the planet. They smoked more weed yesterday than I have my entire life. So be it, right.
Anyhow, you will probably figure out that I am the most inexperienced and shyest of us all. The youngest too. At least they don't pick on me for any of that but they do try and set me up a lot. Most of the time I turn them down, but there have been a few occasions I've attempted a date. Some of the girls are so hot and I get so shy that I can barely pull my name from my throat, much less a meaningful conversation. Needless to say, my dates don't go very far.
Like this last girl they set me up with. Walkers girlfriend had a friend, a drop dead gorgeous friend. Her hair was burgundy and so were her eyes. Beautiful. If I was anything like Dimes, she would've went home with me that night.
We started with a nice dinner. Gianni's to be exact. She liked to talk and I liked to listen. Not like I would've been able to put together a decent sentence anyway.
But I watched her as she spoke. Her sexy full lips and even sexier smile had me hypnotized. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. The whole time, I fantasized of places I'd like those lips to be.
When dinner was over, we went to a movie. Now this is where I messed up. She's got her hand on my leg, slowly inching up on my thigh. My blood was pumping to all the right places and my body temperature was rising. And just when she was about to get to the part that counts...I stopped her. I'm not sure why but I stopped her. What the fucks wrong with me?
Anyhow, my guess is that I insulted her. Or maybe she thought that I was uninterested. I'm not sure but she didn't make another attempt all night. And even though I wanted to, I couldn't talk myself into making a move. I couldn't even hold her hand.
So I take her home. The ride wasn't so bad. She seemed to perk up a bit, literally. Things were looking better and I thought I was loosening up. We pull up to her house and she kisses my cheek. "You wanna come in for a drink...or something else?" she asks in a very seductive voice.
I'm still stuck on the kiss on my cheek and nothing - I mean nothing - comes from my mouth. Couldn't move, couldn't speak, and she's looking at me like I'm dysfunctional or broken.
She gets out of the car, slams the door, and yells, "If you're not fucking interested, you should just fucking say so!" She turned her back and vanished behind her door.
Now, what I should have done was get out of the car and apologize profusely through her door until she let me in. Instead, I sat in my car for ten minutes contemplating it.
I drove home with my tail between my legs. Its been days and I can't even get up the nerve to call her. Some lesbian I am. I would turn in my card but the crew says I don't have one.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Welcome to the Circus

Come one! Come all! To the greatest Circus of them all. The circus of life. Lesbian life that is.

I guess I should start by introducing myself. I'm Starr, the ringleader of sorts. At least that's what the rest of the girls call me. In reality, I'm just the oldest of the crew and they all think I'm some kind of Guru of infinite lesbian knowledge. They think I know everything about women. Ha!
I'm sorry, but there is no way in hell any woman can claim they know everything there is to know about another woman. I don't care if you've been together for decades, there's still a thing or two about her you don't know. Major or minor...they are there.
I know some of you are disagreeing with me right now, but think about it. Does your girl know everything about you? Okay then. Hell it could even be something minor. Like the x-rated dream you had about her best friend. Or how about that hot little chick that smiled at you in the convenience store that you thought about pinning up against the wall and having your way with. You didn't tell her about either one, did you? Smile, because you know its true.
Anyway...lets get back to the crew. We all have a story. We all have something to say and the Crazy Lesbian Circus is where we've chosen to write about it all. We are all friends and have been for a while.
We will be writing about our good days. Our bad days. Our sex lives or lack there of. Our everyday bullshit. Our love or hate. Our lives. It will all be in here for us to remember or forget. Read at your own risk...