So The Fiancé and I decided to give that gay bar in West Hollywood another try, last night. Partly because we have been behaving like a bunch of boring couch potatoes for the longest time lately, doing nothing but staying at home each and every night even on weekends, and partly because my sister wanted to see the joint, after all I have told her about it.

And remember my sister and I came out to each other as bisexuals not too long ago? So I thought it would be a fun idea to go with her.

The only drag was that she insisted on taking Roomie#E along with us. Rommie#E is openminded enough to not mind going and still having a good time, but he is also very, very set in his straight ways, and expects his friends to be so, too. So much so in fact, that The Fiancé has huge reservations about coming out to him, knowing that it'd probably put a certain awkwardness onto their friendship. I wasn't 100% comfortable about having him with us either, knowing that with his possesive jealousy over my sister she wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell of even trying to have a good time, plus I myself have not officially outed myself to him yet either and I wasn't sure how freely I would be able to behave there in his plain vision. Remember... I have to live with him, he is my drummer, and he has potential of maybe one day becoming my brother in law... good terms and and an easy relationship are prerequisites for all of this.

I am pretty sure that he was wondering why in the world we chose a gay bar of all places, and indeed at one point when I came back from the dance floor all out of breath, he looked at me funny and said "Sooooooooooo...?", which I am pretty certain should have been followed by a question about my sexual orientation and an explanation of why exactly we were here. Well, it never was. So I just grinned, said "So what?", and left him standing there. If he would have just asked me directly I wouldn't have had a problem telling him, but I don't work on implied invitations to speak, really.

I felt a bit bad for The Fiancé though, especially when at one point he was approached by a good-looking guy who suggestively rubbed his shoulder and then told him that he truly was the most handsome guy in the entire club. I saw his eyes light up at that compliment, and I saw him getting ready to start up a conversation with this guy, when he suddenly glimpsed Roomie#E from the corner of his eye, watching him, and so just did the manly straight thing and just thanked him and walked away.

But... I won't keep you on the edge of your seat (yea, right), with all this talk any longer:

I AM NO LONGER UN-KISSED BY A WOMAN!

I am sorry. This statement just needed boldification. It's a significant step on my journey, and oh boy... heh. Let me explain. :)

I was on the dance floor with The Fiancé, just enjoying myself and the sexually charged atmosphere of the place. We were making out like two horny teenagers, and having a really good time, when I suddenly noticed this girl dancing next to me, looking me up and down several times. The Fiancé grinned and sort of moved back and told me with vigorous eye-movements to follow up on this, and the next thing I know I was dancing with her. Bold, huh!

Beautiful woman, for sure. Almost as tall as me, good looking body, medium-length hair in braids, and black.

Let me tell you, that's one thing about this place that I really appreciate. There are all sorts of people present, all sorts of races, all sorts of sexual orientations. Gays, Bis, Straights, Whites, Blacks, Asians, Latinos, women looking like men, men looking like women... and everybody gets along with everybody. People take no offense if you stare at them, men and women alike, the women are much more relaxed around the men, knowing that they are not necessarily in their "target demographic", and I just found myself in this whirl of people, making out with the Latino I am going to marry in one minute, gyrating hips with a flamboyantly gay white guy in the next, and dancing in the arms of a black woman in the next. This diversity and overall looking at people as people as opposed to sorting them after more "mundane" criteria is what draws me to this place, and why I feel so accepted there, as opposed to some "elite clubs" in LA I have been to before.

So anyway. After a few minutes of sort-of dancing with each other she leans forward and asks me into the noise if "that guy" was my boyfriend. I affirm, but tell her that this doesn't necessarily mean anything, though. She grins and asks me if I was a bisexual. I affirm again, and turns out she is one, too. Good thing, because a lot of true lesbians have a thing or two against bisexual girls, especially when the latter are trying to pick up girls while their boyfriends are dancing right behind them, lol.

We continue to dance, and she compliments me on my movements. I get bold and put my hands on her hips and move her along with me. Hey... since my last visit here I have watched an entire season of The L-Word, I have learned a lot since then! The Fiancé grins at me, I ask her for her name.

It is Love, what an unusual name. She's 34. Doesn't look a day older than me, I swear. She asks to be introduced to the Fiancé, and she introduces me to her best friend. We dance closer. I glance over at my man and find him trapped in the embrace of female Snoop Dog and her girlfriend, dancing. Why this doesn't bother me, I have no idea, so I just grin and turn my attention back to Love. By now she's rubbing my thighs and I got a tighter grip on her hips, and we engage in small talk as well as possible with all the noise and my slight hearing impairment. More dancing. Closer dancing. Her hands rubbing up and down my arms and thighs, then she turns around and dances with her back towards me, leaning against me. I am confused because I am so nervous and awkward about some sort of girly action really and actually and finally happening to me, that instead of giving in to feeling it all, I resort to scientifically dissecting what's happening... thinking too much, as usual.

She smells really good, and she's rubbing her ass against my crotch. My hands still on her hips, and finally without one coherent thought inside my head, I lean forward and place a slight kiss on her bare neck. She sucks in air, I almost pass out with... what? Excitement, nervousness, exhilaration, pride of my courage... fear? But I don't get to think about it much, as she suddenly grabs my hands and guides them both down to her crotch.

Now I am freaking out, believe you me. I had the sudden impulse to pull away as if I had touched a hot oven plate, my pulse accelerating to 180 I am sure, but instead I gave her a timid little squeeze through her jeans, and she trashed her head back against my shoulder. Out of all the emotions I could have or should have possibly felt right then and there, all I was really feeling was surprise. Plain old surprise. Odd as it may sound, but the fact that I just caused a sexually pleasurable feeling to someone without a penis was very wonderous to me right then and there, and, silly enough, I felt like a kid in a toystore at Christmas, so I squeezed her again, causing the same reaction all over again.

The Fiancé is back again from his short trip to check up on Sis and Roomie#E by now, and the three of us end up dancing together, with Love inbetween us, facing me, and actually rubbing her butt up against him, her forehead against mine. He was grinning of course, I am sure the sexual tension was very evident between all three of us. She's riding up on my thigh, and then it happened... she accidentally hit me (not very hard) on my chin, and all embarrassed about it and asking me 100 times if I was ok, she offered to "kiss it and make it better", and that's exactly what she did. She placed a soft little kiss on my chin, and then another one on my mouth, and then another one.

Surreal. Exciting. So I kissed her back. And then she said she wanted to have my phone number, and we should go out sometime, maybe east Sushi. I love Sushi.

How chronologically correct all of the above is, I have no real idea. Last night was such a blur of events and feelings that I am having a hard time reconstrucing everything as far as the timeline is concerned. Yes, I did give her my phone number, but didn't take hers, because I left my purse with all writing utensils or my own cell phone in the car. We left soon after because Friday is after all still a working day, and I swear, if I wouldn't be on my period right now The Fiancé would have been the clear beneficiary of last night once we got home... lol.

Whether or not she really calls me I don't care at this point. I had one blast of an evening, and I am proud to say that I got my first female kiss ever from such a beautiful gorgeous woman, one of the best looking in the entire venue. :)