Hello Lovely!
I am back with another summer adventure under my belt. I visited the River Avenue girls and Pocket in Winnipeg again!
I was origninally going to follow my tradition of camping at the Ness Creek music festival; drinking enough red wine that the mosquitos who bite me get drunk. But this summer here in Saskatchewan we have had a ridicuilous amount of rain. So I predicted that what would normally be a weekend full of sunshine and hippies, would turn out to be full of thunderstorms and dirty hippies… dirtier than normal hippies. I didn’t want to be sopping wet and stuck inside my tent all weekend, so I sold my ticket and went to Winnipeg instead.
I stayed with Voodoo while I was in Winnipeg, which I am extremely thankful for. She is even more of a babe than I remembered from my last trip, it wasn’t just the glitter and David Bowie atmosphere playing tricks on me. We have been texting a lot since my last trip, so we basically had a crash course in the ‘Get to Know You’ game and I feel like I know her better than friends I have had for much longer periods of time.
I started my drive at the ass crack of dawn (Yup. I did just say that, savour the moment.) on Thursday, and made it into the city in time to meet my favorite little lesbian, Pocket, for supper.
Pocket is still as cute as ever. I think the best description of Pocket was said by Voodoo, it was something along the lines of: “I want you to live in my pocket and yell your life story to me from inside it.” If she was an animal she would be the House Hippo or the Pocket Monkey, she is that adorable. She is coming home to Saskatoon in a couple of weeks, so stay tuned for more fun adventures starring Pocket.
Thursday night I went to the Sandbox magazine fashion show party with Voodoo and her friends. Everyone was so well dressed! I was in people watching heaven, there were so many bow ties and sexy dresses. The model mentioned in the last post walked in the show… Actually she was around for most of the weekend; she is a staple in the River Ave group. Every group needs a smart unattainable straight girl to fawn over. Unattainable straight girls are to lesbians as desperate straight fag hags are to gay boys; the balance of the queer world relies on their presence.
I spent Friday afternoon with Voodoo, and I say afternoon because we slept till noon. That may seem like a long time but it only amounted to a few hours sleep, by the time we went to bed I had been up for over 24 hours. This was also the day that I experienced my new most embarrassing moment. Way more embarrassing than the time I failed a swim test in front of my grade 12 classmates, and was then asked to wear a life jacket and remain close to the edge of the pool for the rest of the swim. You know that scene from the movie Garden State, the one were Andrew jumps into the pool and flails around while everyone watches. Yeah, that was me.
Anyway, I won’t go into details because that will only extend the amount of therapy I need to recover from this incident. Lets just say that missing two meals, being awake for over 24 hours and consuming more beer than I normally do the night before mixed with caffeine, standing for an extended period of time in a very steamy shower was too much for this frail vegetarian.
The rest of Friday was pretty calm and relaxing. Voodoo flexed her amazing cooking muscles and made a delicious supper for a few friends. After eating we watched movies, and called it a night. This trip had a lot more good wholesome fun than the last trip did.
Saturday was the most eventful day. We had a few drinks at one of the girl’s house, then we went to a little pub but hung out in the parking lot for most of our time there. From the pub we moved on to Gio’s, the gay bar, we danced until they closed. A big group of us went back to Voodoo’s place to crash, but first we watched Spice World. It broke my heart a little, the Spice Girls are not as good looking as my childhood lesbian memories lead me to believe. They look so old and haggard in that movie. After Spice World we all crashed for two or three hours than got up and went for a Falaphal breakfast. Hummus needs to be part of my morning ritual more often.
After breakfast Pocket and I spent the day at the beach. It was a lot of fun, and good quality bonding. However, there was a lot of back hair, bad parenting, and what looked like the cast of Jersey Shore. Seriously, it was like being at Wal-Mart. We saw parents let their kids pour lighter fluid all over a fire and their hot dogs.
After the beach the group reassembled for a camp fire. See, I said there was lots more good wholesome fun on this trip. We even made smores!
Voodoo and I spent Monday morning cuddling and watching the food network. None of you realize how much of an accomplishment that small feat is. Apparently Voodoo hates cuddling the way Lindsay Lohan hates driving sober. I was honestly expecting Voodoo to stop talking to me before the hickey on my hip had even faded away. I wouldn’t have been surprised, and I would probably have only felt a small twinge of hurt. She normally sneaks away after the person falls asleep, so waking up 4 days with her still next to me was an accomplishment haha.
I don’t have any experience with these kinds of situations, so I am not sure what the proper protocal is. I have watched a lot of friends deal with these situations, so I have a general idea of how it works. I think a good rule of thumb is to continue talking to the person until the underwear you took off of them has been washed. I feel like the scent of ‘Spring Rain’ laundry detergent really solidifies a happy memory of that hook up, and leaves it feeling like a blossoming tulip covered in dew. The fresh scent encourages a clean new start. Also, those Tide to Go pens really get that deep down dreaded stain of feeling like a slut off one’s soul. They should put that in the commercial.
I am not like my friends though, I want to continue talking to her. She is a really sweet girl, and I want to continue being friends with her. I know I haven’t even cracked the surface with her, she has a decent sized wall and moat surrounding herself. I hope that she will let someone break through one day, or at least give someone the chance to fight the alligators in the moat and scale the wall.
I am not a hook up kinda person, but my last relationship left me feeling really insecure about my body and I needed to prove to myself that I am not an unlovable frankenstein monster. We both knew going in what it was and what it wasn’t. I feel like I know her well enough that it wasn’t some random I picked up from the bar. Voodoo was exactly what I needed.
There is no one I want to date right now, and I won’t lower my standards just to find someone. I love being single, I keep myself happy. I am really busy with work and friends right now, and I am only going to get busier when school starts so the only way a relationship would possible is if the person is secure and independent. I can’t deal with someone who needs constant reassurance or for me to put them back together. I am a whole person I don’t need a person to complete me, I want someone to compliment and challenge me.
I managed to piss off at least one person while on my trips; the girlfriend of my new completely innocent and hopeless crush. I haven’t had a school boy crush in a while, the infinity of impossibility is a nice reminder of not taking anything too seriously. I have missed having scenes from 80’s movies roll through my head. *cue the music – “Oh I, I just died in your arm tonight, it must have been something you said. Yeah, I just died in your arms tonight.”
I thought I was subtle with my crushing, but apparently her girlfriend noticed me failing to get up the courage to buy the Babe a drink. Or maybe the pep talks that I was giving myself about going to talk to the Babe showed on my face. They were damn good pep talks, they didn’t work, but they were good. They rival the Coach’s inspirational half time speech to the underdog team in any good sport’s movie.
That sums up my trip! Stay tuned for T-Videos, I have two in the works. One is that summary video of my transition to date, and the other is going to be a video about that top ten reasons to date a tranny haha.
Love and Peace <3
Avery Eros Finley