ATC, "Around The World" - if you get a chance, listen. This is what I'm dancing to. This is the song that's going to teach me a few things, I think. Pretty song. Pretty music. Pretty, violent, sweet, sour, delicious, aching, wild, drugged, blissful... Pat, I'd like to buy an adjective. "I don't know what you say / Oh not another word..."

"...And everybody's singing / La la la la la / And now the bells are ringing..."

It's been a long day. A long two days. A long night. Lesbian kisses ("...your kisses are the sound... around, around, around...") and lesbian hugs. Singing 'Mack the Knife' drunk off my ass and still somehow staying on key. Listening to bad dance mixes of kd lang and alanis morisette. Watching a dyke in army fatigues be stripped from the waist up and have her nipples clamped. Wearing a posture collar for over an hour. Buying pretty velvet spikes for Kitten... or rather, having them bought for me. *grin*

Wishing I could dance.

Dreaming about dancing.

"...songs / That I have never heard..." ...and people I've never met, people, spinning maddening wonderful people. Life. Energy. I've been a happy little vampire tonight, draining passion from everyone around, a leech... but I pass it on, and there are things happening now.

On the 11th I'll be in Vancouver, watching the Heather-goddess in the company of Kadin, Caleb, and Tarma - the lesbian. Heather. Must see Heather.

Please note, I am NOT going there to socialize, to meet people. I am not going there to be disturbed by ANYTHING or ANYONE. I am going there perhaps to say hello to friends, to see who is there... but mostly to take my boys to see Heather, to take Tarma to see Heather. "The music is the key... ...it goes on and on / So deep inside of me / I long to set it free..."

I love this song. I really do. It's a great piece of music.

"...La la la la la... ...It's all around the world..."