I don't know how I'm going to get any homework done when I have two possible dates this weekend. One is with a person named Trey. I can't decide from our emails whether Trey is butch or trans, so I've resolved to find out at our visit to the coffee shop saturday night. I reposted my CL ad describing a kinky femme bottom and Trey's response was the third one. The first two were kinda tomboyish, but more toward the centre of the butch/femme scale. I passed up their offers because I felt like I might be a bit more aggressive than they would be - with me, that does not fly. I'm a live wire and I need someone who can match my wit and my attitude. Trey actually just graduated with an independent studies degree from my university last semester... In our e-mail conversations, I allowed try to request of me any desired attire, and I have 3 homework assignments, which I'll be sure to answer during my trip to the internet cafe tomorrow:
On Saturday, be prepared to explain to me the following:
1) why, do you believe, you have chosen to be submissive?
2) do your submissive desires conflict with your feminist views and values?
3) what do you expect of a dominant?
I met another stinkin' pot smoker too. She seems kinda nice. Dana. But I still don't think we're going to get a long. She works in a sandwich shop and is almost through with school. She's a cancer, which is my no-no sign, once again. (Speaking of canceres, Sandi, the trucker, finally got a real live girlfriend! Saved by an unfortunate, unsuspecting femme!) We'll probably end up friends more than anything...
Well. The drive home on Thursday is going to be interesting. I work 10 hours on Friday and then it's time to hit the books. And possible a masculine top. Hmmhm.
Miss Avarice, considering the recent events in her life, could really stand to be truly, utterly topped. Honest to goodness, I'm ready to pillow queen for a stone top. Practice my bottoming skills and not have to worry about whether I'm a good top or not. I'll be glad to feel irresistible again. Like a hot piece of ass.
Which I am, rest assured.