Lesbian Strippers: Making the World a Better Place, One Discarded Garment at a Time

Man, I’ve really developed a tendency to go with long entry titles, no?

Tonight, myself and a few choice lassies are off to catch Gurlesque’s show at The Stage on Smith St. I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve meant to see them the last few times they’ve been in Melbourne, but haven’t seemed to get around to it (well, that would involve leaving the house). Finally I’m getting my arse into gear! Although maybe not in the same way as the Gurlesque ladies. That said, my dear friend Sonya and I have developed a tradition of giving each other lapdances when we’re out together. I think it’s nice to have special traditions with your friends.

So, anyhow, I’m psyched. If you’re around and not busy tonight, and also female, you should think about coming along. Also, about saying hi. I will be the tall bespectacled blonde molesting the slightly bemused-looking punky Fijian chick.

I’m hoping it will drag me out of the funk I’m in today, actually. I feel absolutely shocking at the moment, and have all day. I think it’s partly to do with the weather, and the fact that my essays are refusing to write themselves. It may have something to do with the fact that I’ve been listening to sad bastard music all day (although that’s a bit of a chicken-and-egg conundrum). And it definitely has something to do with the fact that, last night, Stuart and I had our first fight in about eleventy billion years, and it was a doozy. Everything’s okay and sorted out now, but I’m still down about it. Turns out that ignoring your issues doesn’t actually make them go away. Bummer, eh?

Anyway, I’m greatly looking forward to spending some quality time with some of my favourite ladies, watching some other ladies take their clothes off. Now I’m off to do something productive with the remaining hours of the afternoon. Exercise-productive, I mean. Not homework-productive. That would just be silly.

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