After we raised at least a strong G for Barack Obama, we were really craving snacks and dance music. So we went to the gay headquarters with members of The Downbeat Project. There we feasted on chips, salsa, goat cheese, and concord grapes. Gene and Marita started working on the lyrics to a new song about someone who dates a dominatrix but is not really a bottom cuz he really wants to fuck on top. The bridge would slow it down and acknowledge how sometimes everyone gets tired and just wants to lay down and have it done, but the lady feels him from the inside and knows that he’s so not a bottom - he likes to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck on top. We danced to that for a bit, but then DJ Western Front started spinning some tunes and all the men took off their shirts one by one. All the ladies kept their tops on cuz it was a gay party and no one wanted to see that shit. Rick Astley told us how he was feeling.* Someone cut the bottom of Zach’s tie off, which he continued to wear sans shirt, and Aaron taped the remainder to his own bare chest. He worried about the pain of taking it off but Marita suggested that he just scream, “Yes!” when ripping off the tape and the pain would instantly become thrilling pleasure. On the way home we saw Zach and Becky wiped out on the sidewalk from their skateboard. We told them to keep the rubberside down and the wind at their backs and godspeed. Vote Obama.
* He is never going to 1) give us up, 2) let us down, 3) run around, 4) desert us.
