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It was only a matter of time.
The MoonShadow Social - Nov 9, 2k4
by CyberWryterCJ
As the first social in nearly a year and a half began at MoonShadows on Tuesday, I was a little apprehensive. Rumor had it that the place was nothing more than a hoedown dive for unemployed lesbians and hetero couples looking to score anything that might reignite that old spark.
But lo and behold….
Like most intelligent (and underground) LA establishments, MoonShadows had the typical "Snoopy’s Doghouse" effect…Small n crappy on the outside, but astonishing on the inside. Classy and I arrived as the sun was setting through the orange window tinting. This gave a cool, sepia tone to the new feminine faces. It appeared everyone was lit up, happy to see us, even. The aura was a warmth that glowed within our beings as we walked through the bar.
We were then led to OUR social area.
As we followed our hostess to the back of the club, I noticed nice, well-clothed pool tables and unpocked dartboards. On the wall, was a case of dart gear, tips, flys, etc. This club was serious about its pastimes. So am I. That gives a wandering, kinky soul as mine alternatives within my alternative worlds.
But on to the Kink room!
Upon entering the plain concrete cubicle, I noticed the lovely spread of vittles, Boots’ home made Chilli & Lasagna, Decadent cake and a host of delicious sandwiches (a number of which I cannot possibly remember how many I slammed down). These yummies were provided by Jamirra and BekahLyne, also the sweet lady organizers of this gallant affair, whom we met and hugged as we entered. We also saw Sophiclady and a very tall fella representing for MissAngelMist, Phil.
It was merely an unfinished back room with stools and tables. Boots sat on a stool facing away from the audience, yet chatting away. At first glance I though he was playing a very small piano. This would, of course make him a tiny pianist. Sorry. I couldn’t resist.
I grabbed us some grub and we waited for more to come in. I didn’t have long to wait. CarnalMaster1 and CarnalsDylte arrived right after we did. It was good to see them. It had been too long. Eventually, my old left-wing pal, Gfatjax soon followed. My buddy IrishDom7 made his princely appearance. There was Dramatkldy and her hubby Robert. It was good to see them.
One of my fav friends, the voluptuous Sseiriaf4 was there with her mysterious, blond-asian date. You go girl!
As the music and madness started and folks loostened up enough to dace, I noticed a quaint collection of people. Not only were there wall to wall kinks, luscious lesbians and terrific tranny's poured in, giving it a TRUE alternative energy. Weird bodies bounced across the floor with cat-wrentching vocals wreaking havoc with my eardrums. Good times and good folks coagulating together!!.
Gfatjax, ID7, Carnal and I found ourselves in the darkest area. The smoking section outside gave us a wonderful hideaway from the main event’s jugular. Where there was once horrendous singing and thunderous speakers, all were replaced with politics, shadow play and the most calming majestic recipes, enterwined swirlings of sweet anonymous smoke.
I gave a quick "hello, bro" to my shadowy friend, KissingDom and his date as I sat comfortably writhing within quiet chatter. Watiing for us was none other than Flshntrash, Our Conservative Kinster, as I call him. Amanda was conspicuously missing from his side.
"Here comes my favorite socialist." Flash said waving to either me or Gfatjax. It didnt really matter. We were politically interchangeable.
"Goddamn Haliburton" Gfatax said spacing out on his stool.
I turned to my depressed friend. "It’s over get over it. We lost. As long as people’s kids keep coming back from the Iraq meat grinder in body bags on a daily basis within his four year tenure, things may change. Until then, change is no longer an option."
Making our exit we gave all hugs and wished all a good night. I felt sad to go, having known these people for so long and not being able to see them until only now, sporadically. But if time and space are any indications of friendships and how they last and grow, then we should all be back together very soon!
God Bless you all!
MoonShadow Review 3/8/2k5
did you update it with the lastest social ?? LOL ill be waitin' to hear alllllllllll
about the last social! unfortunately i was not there!
ALady2entice
Do not fear, Kiki. Here’s whaszszup…
by CyberWryterCJ
As Classy and I walked through the door of MoonShadow, that warm, squishy, feeling of being amongst my friends and fellow freaks quivered lightly through my scrotum!
Friends! Friends! Friends! I got mega-hugs from Jamirra, & BekahLynne welcoming us to the social. I thanked them for their invite and told them how happy I was to be here. I was surrounded by good people like Vampire de Sade,Tonya, Slade, MasterActorinLA, on my right flank. Also, there were Francine and her cool, leatherized date, Scott, AngelMist and her tall slave, Phil. Others who attended were Ed and Angeline, ID7 (I won’t misquote you again, bro), and Flirty-Fishy. Rounding out my dulled memory were the delectable ladies, xxMistressLorixx, and Sherisub. Of course there were my bestest bros, CarnalMaster and Gfatjax to greet me before we mingled amongst the warm, soon-to-be sweaty bodies. Mmmm! Pheromones!!
Boots finally arrived at about 9ish, but it didn’t matter since we were all intertwined in juicy chat and kinky dialogues. Soon, the dreaded kareoke rolled out, with some favorites that were crooned and mangled with zealous gusto. The lovely BekahLyne sang wonderful renditions of Evanescence’s "Bring me to Life" and Pasty Cline’s version of "Crazy". Phil sang, "After the Loving", Miss Angelmist belted out versions of "White Rabbit & Sweet Dreams". Of course my favorite tranny sang that night. I’m not sure what she sang because I was waiting to see her pop another hard-on under her skirt on this fine evening..
Bizarre images of the Queen Mary suddenly ravished my brain. Ahh! The good old days! I gotta finish that QM script. I just gotta. Just one more scene. JUST ONE MORE SCENE!!!
As the show screeched on, Carnal and I ducked into the smoking section early. We entered the passage to anonymous smoke and sweet shadow play where Carnal immediately stopped and asked a cool Goth chick named Christina if her clit was pierced. He then proceeded to enquire about her nipple and tongue piercings, afterwhich he then asked how she was doing and finally introduced us after giving her an anatomy quiz.
Christina was a cutie who got mad at Carnal for scratching her arm (I still don’t know why he did that). As Carnal peddled his piercings to the luscious lesbians, Christina and I complimented each other on our choice of "alternative" clothing and blessed individuality. We acknowledged how fortunate we were to be living in a Blue State that respects our lifestyles and attitudes. We deduced that "JesusLand" was nothing more than this stifling, inbred section of the country that never lifted its head from its own fart sack, muchless allow in the fresh air of a new idea.
Things became fuzzy while beams of moonlight penetrated through the cracks...through the darkened dimensions within this fence. ..multiple slivers of light danced across my face, warmth upon my mortal flesh, as though they were melting, dripping ever-so slowly down my neck and chest. Swirlings of angelic smoke danced before my third-eye , soothing my inner sanctum, inciting me, inviting me….
We also questioned how 50.1% of America could vote for such a repressive moron. We then crossed over into how the regime slashes education and literacy programs to keep that narrow margin in it's pocket. Christina and I then started bitching about the prudish puritan attitudes of these "United" States and how it all germinated and festered like an infected, puss-filled zit on the fat-WHITE (very white) ass of Plymouth Rock. Clearly, it is easy to see how the current fascist government enforces its will on us as it forgets it’s own narrow escape from oppression. Fortunately for them, the witch hunters from the east coast get to impose their brand of religious and political intollerance upon us all to this day. Mainly, because that’s where all the money started. That’s where it remains.
Strange place to discuss politics. Well, maybe not. History shows us England was disowned and booted out by the colonies due to the malignant chatter of a few radicals in "dark, smoky" taverns and opium dens. Change came swiftly to the hated British who simply didn’t get it. Perhaps change will come here, and and not a moment too soon.
But I digress, indeed. Forgive me. The world is calling.
The time came to leave as I resurfaced to the real world, hugged all and went home. I look forward to the next social. God Bless you all...well almost all
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