Pssst - K...IM?
'Out Of Gas'
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
Yes. Repeatedly. I was in the "oh my God, I don't think I can watch this" place from more or less the beginning. The bit I find entertaining is that you were cool with the whole thing until the plausible deniability evaporated.
You mean when she waved at us? I don't really think they saw us before then.
I think the move onto the balcony was where it evaporated, to me. If not aware of us, they were, at least, perfectly comfortable and aware of the possibility of on-lookers. Before that, they could have been nelieved to be just that drunk (and given the rest of the performance, well, that holds up even better)
comfortable and aware of the possibility of on-lookers
Perhaps even seeking it.
Every exhibitionist needs a voyeur.
You're talking about a city where, for substantial periods every year, crowds of people urge strangers to engage in public nudity. During the winter.
Sex on a balcony? Next logical step.
Sex on a balcony? Next logical step.
Next, or same? Mardi Gras was where I saw my first incontrovertible public sex act.
Next, or same?
Next, beyond, "Show your tits!" Which was the cry of choice during my student days.
They may have started yelling for other things later.
Ah. There weren't so many tits on this end of Bourbon Street. Perhaps "Put your dick in my mouth!" was their analogue.
I think the move onto the balcony was where it evaporated, to me.
Well, yeah. That's when you started throwing beads at them.