Viva Las Vegas!

Can I just say how much I fucking love Las Vegas?! The lights, the booze, the ladies! Sin City indeed! This was definitely a trip for the books. I went to Vegas 2 other times this year. Once with my friends and another time with JC. Back in December when I was in Vegas for Banana's Bday, I remember not feeling sure of myself and actually quite intimidated at the thought of trying to pick up on women. I just hadn't really settled into my GAAAAAAAAYdom yet. This time it was a whole 'nother story. I went to Vegas to hook up. And hook up I did. 

Iggy and I decided to head out for a spontaneous road trip about a week ago. And as luck would have it, the stars aligned with our work schedules and low rates at the Hard Rock so we headed out. We arrived in Vegas on Sunday night around 9pm. After showering and pre-partying in the room, we headed to Krave which is supposed to be one of the best gay clubs in town. Well, when we got there it was pretty dead, but it picked up a bit as the night rolled on. We ended up meeting some really nice guys from Manchester and the bartender had his eye on Iggy, which scored us some free drinks. Awesome! Our new gay boyfriends were surprised that lesbians and gay men got along so well in the US. I guess where they are from there is no commingling of the gays. Interesting. 

After hanging out for a bit, I saw this girl who was also wearing a black tank top, so I went up to her and said, "You know we are supposed to call each other before going out to make sure we don't match..." Or something to that effect. Anyhoo, her friend was really cute and we ended up striking up a conversation. They were from Canada and had spent the week in Vegas.

We ended up leaving with them and I extended an invitation to come back to our hotel, as it was closer to the club than the hotel they were staying in - you know, just to be cordial to our international friends. After a drink at the hotel bar, I somehow fandangled them into coming up to the room. At this point I had a situation on my hands. I was really feeling this one girl but her friend, the one in the tank top was hitting on Iggy hard. Because Iggy is such an awesome pal, she agreed to be my wing woman, but I could tell this chick's advances were making her a bit uncomfortable. Hell, they were making me uncomfortable! No matter how many times I told tank chick that Iggy was straight as a nail (and has a hot ass husband no doubt) she would not relent. But in adversity, Captain Awkward sees opportunity. So I invited both ladies up to the room and got Iggy out of the situation. 


Now did I really think I could swing a threesome? Well, yes, I did. But luckily, the other chick passed out and I got to spend some...ahem...quality time with the hottie. And it was fan-fucking-tastic. Absolutely amazing and awesome. Just what I needed.


It has been a long time since I had had any physical contact with another person. And fuck, it felt so good just to be close to somebody and make out. The sex was a bonus, but really it was just wonderful to be with someone again. And it was nice not to have strings attached and all that other bullshit. Yep, I am saying it, I like one night stands. Judge all you like but sometimes you just need to toot it and boot it. It's kind of like a business relationship. You both have an expressed interest in a specific goal and as long as no one gets hurt in the process, both people win! I know it sounds scandalous, but I am not ashamed of having needs and finding consensual partners to fulfill them. 


I used to feel very different about the one night stands when I was in hetero land. Well, firstly I didn't particularly enjoy the old in-out with men but I also realize that I used it as a way for guys to like me. I hadn't been with many dudes before I was married but then immediately doubled my number after about 2 months of being separated from my husband. And that didn't feel good, liberating or awesome at all. It's because I went into it with the wrong mindset. I wanted the guy to like me or I felt like I had to put out. Ugh. Gross. Speaking of numbers, I used to get really wigged out about the number of men I had slept with. I felt like I had to keep the number low, or I was a ho. I don't fell the same with women. I actually feel that more experience would do me good :D


I see this as a normal expression of my sexuality - and also as a learning process, getting to know and understand my sexuality. It's also much less scary and volatile to hook up with another chick. Women, in my experiences have been really understanding of boundaries and limits. I can't say the same for men. But with women it is really my body and my choice - for the first time. My shrink will probably say this is just a continuance of my sexual adolescence as a result of recently coming out. Could be true. Or I could just be a horny bitch.


I think it all comes down to how we each internalize our own experiences. I could have felt shameful about my Vegas hook up. But I don't. I feel happy, giddy, liberated and thankful for the experience. Yeah, I will never see this chick again, and that is okay! It is perfectly normal to express sexuality in a consenting situation. After JC and then the D debacle, the last thing I want in my life is a relationship right now. I am really riding high on my own and the thought of bringing another person into my life isn't something I am seeking. On the other hand, it is totally necessary for me to have physical contact with another woman. Social stigmas can kiss my ass. Sometimes we all just need to hit it and quit it. And look at the bright side, I now have a serious appreciation for Canadians. God bless 'em!