Womack ,'The Message'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
If this involves a shot glass tucked into Vortex's cleavage and a lot of licking and sucking then I am even more sad that I didn't go to the F2F.
All I know is that when I took my corset off that morning, I had salt all the way down to my belly button.
That's just an excuse for a REAL bodyshot.
People keep talking about boundaries but I have no idea what that's all about.
I think it's a term for the victims of an incorrigible bounder. You probably know quite a lot of 'em.
All I know is that when I took my corset off that morning, I had salt all the way down to my belly button.
That's hot.
t /Paris
Hee. I wouldn't care about incriminating pictures of me if it weren't for my job, but...it's kind of important that my students not happen across the more risque F2F pix.
Pix, all of my pictures are flocked. I sent you all of the pictures I had of you making out. Didya get 'em?
Like this one of Windsparrow and Daniel. Daniel is wearing a tiara! Excellent!
I bought that for Windsparrow once she moved in with me. She was proud to finally have a chance to wear it for the Buffistas.
When she took it off, it was my turn.
OTOH? I wish I had something big in front of my belly. A table, the Taj Mahal, etc.
Oh, Daniel. I am sorry you feel that way. I read your post earlier and my heart went out to you.
I told Kate, on our drive back down to Chicago, that my absolute favorite thing about Buffistas is how different we all are, and that there is such an absence of judgment about our shapes and sizes and colors and drink-tolerance-levels and philosophies and fashion and sexuality, etc.
Okay, actually we're pretty judgmental about drink tolerance, I admit.
But really? It was the prom I wished I always had: where you really do want to hug and kiss everyone in the room. And so you do!!
I was pretty disappointed by what my own drink tolerance reset to. For years I would only occasionally drink a couple glasses of wine with dinner, or the odd pint of Guinness with friends, yet when F2F rolled around I was able to slam back the bourbons and sazeracs like they were soda. But 18 months with only 2 glasses of wine apparently killed off the inner Irishman that had been bravely holding on through my moderate proofage years. Saturday I got buzzed to the point of slight tipsyness after three drinks, and the first two were only about as strong as margaritas.
Who the FUCK drinks that much Jager?
...Uhm...