Swap around the Clock

[drscott]

Because I had signed up to work the front desk, I had to go to ECR's dance tonight. The decorating people did a great job -- green-and-pink streamers, plates, cultural history displays for every year of the decade... unfortunately we were up against some other events (in Phoenix, gay rodeo and a flyin with Andy and Bill Eyler*; locally, PACE weekend for Challenge-level dancers) and attendance was very light. I thought Paul would have looked better in a poodle skirt and saddle shoes.**

* - I will never tell my Bill Eyler story, no matter how many people beg me. The moments we shared are far too special to be sullied by publicizing them here. And he's married now.

** - why do they call them poodle skirts? Or saddle shoes, for that matter?

Comments

[excessor.livejournal.com]

What's your Bill Eyler story? The mere fact of a marriage has never stopped you before.

As for my sartorial choices: 1) I take back my compliments of you in black; 2) I assume you meant the second footnote to be a double asterisk; 3) It's true that I would look good in a poodle skirt and saddle shoes. I would also look good in an evening gown and tiara, in a harness and jockstrap, and in a bustier—the fact that I don't advertise that fact should be noticed by all. However, the interesting phrase is that you think I would look better in a poodle skirt and saddle shoes and that's simply not true: I looked quite nice this evening, however toned down, thankyouverymuch. You probably didn't see the hot man I got to kiss at the end of the evening. He didn't seem to mind my tongue down the back of his throat, and we set up a date in the near future. If you ask nicely, I'll even tell you about the date.

So there.

[dr-scott.livejournal.com]

My, my, we are touchy tonight. Yes, you were fetching in your simple yet elegant knit shirt and form-fitting, ass-emphasizing jeans. I meant you would have fit the 50s theme better in the skirt.

[excessor.livejournal.com]

Yes, you were fetching in your…ass-emphasizing jeans

Let's not go overboard.

I was about to write that I don't have an ass, so they could hardly be ass-emphasizing jeans. Then I could imagine you to say, “Yes, I know” and I'd be left to wonder if you're hanging around John & Mark too much. You should probably worry that I have these inside conversations fairly frequently.

So you want to see me in a skirt, huh? I haven't done that in decades years a long time now. Maybe at the next themed dance.

[allanh.livejournal.com]

Hey, Paul, I'd pay good money to see you in a harness, bustier AND jockstrap, all at once. Just for the novelty.

And who was this hot man you got to kiss? Was it the mysterious Denver Dave?