11-02-2011, 04:55 PM
it was at an exotic erotic. i forgot about that until i was looking over some past photos :oops:
Sooo, Masquerotica...
Scored fantastic parking right in front of the Concourse and got in smoothly. There were only 10 vols: 4 noobs, two partners in crime. The set up was nice as there was an oil light show projected on one side of RM's pipe&drape, turning the space into a giant lava lamp. RM's set up was between the very entertaining hanging bondage stage and the fag flag stage - lots of gay dancers waving flags. The crew didn't really get in costume beyond dm, a vol dm called in because she's into cosplay (batgirl) and one partner in crime who donned a flight suit. one new vol donned a wendy's wig, another veteran vol donned a cool mask he bought at the show.
dm tried to get a hot nurse contest going, tried to get everyone to lure hot nurses into RM for photo shoots, but the 1st one was screaming hot, and won right out - she was a pro and was later featured in a bondage show right next to rm, much to everyone's delight. (note: there were only 3 female RM vols that night, one was the gf of the wendy's wig dude, the other two are lesbians (including batgirl - go figure), so the screamin hot nurse was appreciated by everyone).
Dm took his long buddhist robe as a costume. he let his beard grow out and shaved his head freshly. dm actually had his traditional monk shoes, but after a few laps around the concourse, he decided to break costume and don his ipaths because no one was looking at his feet. in fact, the buddhist robe was stand out but odd. people kept asking dm for wisdom, which dm would impart, usually saying 'be observant' or some babble.
the show didn't get cooking until around midnite, but after that, it was great fun. dm mostly hung out with the two lesbian RM vols because they were so into it.
There were many stages - the upper mezzanine had huge beds and stuffed tigers. there was a zombie stripper area - there was a patient that came in with a 'ripped nipple' and she flashed dm the injury, which was a mess of blood and scars, that actually turned out to be just prosthetic and the nipple injury was very minor. Under the mezz was the asian divas with a huge dancing ramp but wasn't well attended and dm never did engage that much. there was a curtained off burlesque show where dm and his RM lesbian sidekicks watched an amazing kinky show about a dom with her bondage dog and pony chasing a topless cat girl who crawled thru the audience and was once at dm & 2lezs feet.
there were many soundsystems. dm's observation was that it was really hard music to throw up to.
there was a 'grope a clown' booth. there was a serious IPR - a huge vial was pulled off him which unfortunately wound up with the authorities (or dm would have copped it because it's a major bust) as he had to roll. dm was acosted by a lingeried woman, a queen latifah type, who wrapped her whip around dm's neck then started flogging. several gay dancers kept dancing around dm in succession, all trying to pick him up with those come hither eyes. dm was questioned by a katooie (thai ladyboy) if he was a real monk. okay, this all sounds really sordid - and it was - but this is only the negative stuff.
There were more stripper poles and dancing cages than dm has ever seen in one place. dm never saw a live penis - probably could have if he looked harder but didn't, unlike the exotic erotic where there were dripping penises everywhere. there were many more topless strippers.
The buzzkill: So this middleaged asian dude comes in wearing only a red thong. he's drunk. dm quickly subdues him as with the monk robe and he quietly goes to sleep. dm then brags to the nooBs that he had the etoh eating out of his hand. note-2-self - never brag until the show is over. later, he sobers up a little and starts getting restless. dm talks to him again and he goes into confession mode (never mind you don't confess to monks, you confess to catholic priests) here's the dialog:
etoh: i'm conflicted about dating a transgender lesbian.
dm: is this your first transgender lesbian?
etoh: (pause) no
dm: how many transgender lesbians have you dated?
etoh: (starts to count on his fingers)
dm: this conversation is over.
he kept wanting to talk to dm and dm would have none of it as there was nothing he could do really. the dude has serious issues, nothing dm could solve within the context of this show and frankly, dm just didn't want to hear his story. the music was drowning out his babble, so dm would let him rant, and then after a spell say 'i can't hear you at all'. he wanted to go somewhere quiet to talk alone and dm would have none of that. dm finally ditched him, handed him off to another vol, who smartly played the bad cop and got rid of him.
Can't wait for next year. :-D
Sooo, Masquerotica...
Scored fantastic parking right in front of the Concourse and got in smoothly. There were only 10 vols: 4 noobs, two partners in crime. The set up was nice as there was an oil light show projected on one side of RM's pipe&drape, turning the space into a giant lava lamp. RM's set up was between the very entertaining hanging bondage stage and the fag flag stage - lots of gay dancers waving flags. The crew didn't really get in costume beyond dm, a vol dm called in because she's into cosplay (batgirl) and one partner in crime who donned a flight suit. one new vol donned a wendy's wig, another veteran vol donned a cool mask he bought at the show.
dm tried to get a hot nurse contest going, tried to get everyone to lure hot nurses into RM for photo shoots, but the 1st one was screaming hot, and won right out - she was a pro and was later featured in a bondage show right next to rm, much to everyone's delight. (note: there were only 3 female RM vols that night, one was the gf of the wendy's wig dude, the other two are lesbians (including batgirl - go figure), so the screamin hot nurse was appreciated by everyone).
Dm took his long buddhist robe as a costume. he let his beard grow out and shaved his head freshly. dm actually had his traditional monk shoes, but after a few laps around the concourse, he decided to break costume and don his ipaths because no one was looking at his feet. in fact, the buddhist robe was stand out but odd. people kept asking dm for wisdom, which dm would impart, usually saying 'be observant' or some babble.
the show didn't get cooking until around midnite, but after that, it was great fun. dm mostly hung out with the two lesbian RM vols because they were so into it.
There were many stages - the upper mezzanine had huge beds and stuffed tigers. there was a zombie stripper area - there was a patient that came in with a 'ripped nipple' and she flashed dm the injury, which was a mess of blood and scars, that actually turned out to be just prosthetic and the nipple injury was very minor. Under the mezz was the asian divas with a huge dancing ramp but wasn't well attended and dm never did engage that much. there was a curtained off burlesque show where dm and his RM lesbian sidekicks watched an amazing kinky show about a dom with her bondage dog and pony chasing a topless cat girl who crawled thru the audience and was once at dm & 2lezs feet.
there were many soundsystems. dm's observation was that it was really hard music to throw up to.
there was a 'grope a clown' booth. there was a serious IPR - a huge vial was pulled off him which unfortunately wound up with the authorities (or dm would have copped it because it's a major bust) as he had to roll. dm was acosted by a lingeried woman, a queen latifah type, who wrapped her whip around dm's neck then started flogging. several gay dancers kept dancing around dm in succession, all trying to pick him up with those come hither eyes. dm was questioned by a katooie (thai ladyboy) if he was a real monk. okay, this all sounds really sordid - and it was - but this is only the negative stuff.
There were more stripper poles and dancing cages than dm has ever seen in one place. dm never saw a live penis - probably could have if he looked harder but didn't, unlike the exotic erotic where there were dripping penises everywhere. there were many more topless strippers.
The buzzkill: So this middleaged asian dude comes in wearing only a red thong. he's drunk. dm quickly subdues him as with the monk robe and he quietly goes to sleep. dm then brags to the nooBs that he had the etoh eating out of his hand. note-2-self - never brag until the show is over. later, he sobers up a little and starts getting restless. dm talks to him again and he goes into confession mode (never mind you don't confess to monks, you confess to catholic priests) here's the dialog:
etoh: i'm conflicted about dating a transgender lesbian.
dm: is this your first transgender lesbian?
etoh: (pause) no
dm: how many transgender lesbians have you dated?
etoh: (starts to count on his fingers)
dm: this conversation is over.
he kept wanting to talk to dm and dm would have none of it as there was nothing he could do really. the dude has serious issues, nothing dm could solve within the context of this show and frankly, dm just didn't want to hear his story. the music was drowning out his babble, so dm would let him rant, and then after a spell say 'i can't hear you at all'. he wanted to go somewhere quiet to talk alone and dm would have none of that. dm finally ditched him, handed him off to another vol, who smartly played the bad cop and got rid of him.
Can't wait for next year. :-D
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