So this page is suppose to be for me to express myself artisticlly. So here I go, another older piece but very good. I hope you enjoy, remember it's inspired by true events in my life....
“Deep Trance”
Free flowing, techno-orgasmic, hip gyrations, looking around at the bodies in motion and the song saying,
“Let the music move ya, let the music groove ya!!!!”
Banjee boys, vougin’ queens and muscle bound shirtless wonders are all around for as far as the eyes can see.
Eyes peering, hands groping, people bouncing up and down, while I slowly make my way to the bar for another drink.
Thumping beats, rhythms that that stir the soul and once again the DJ’s shout,
“Work it out, boys and girls”
Whirling lights, a phat silver slinky, and a little plaid skirt swaying to the motion of its wearer.
X, K, Coc, and Crys Meth are all floating around freely. I’ve known them all, and someone leans over and says,
“Honey!! You got a split up the side or some gum for me?”
High and low are quickly seen from a glance around the room Water bottles seem to congregate next to bags along the stage.
Some one comes and slaps an iridescent sticker on my shirt, and the bartender says,
“That’s from him at the end of the bar!”
A guy and girl walk by and I let out a little chuckle, for she’s leading him around by a chain from his dick! I think to myself,
“Oh!!!! That MUST hurt!!!!”
Mind’s a wandering, tempo’s groovin’, and my body goes numb. I take a deep breath, and I feel like jello, cherry flava I’m told.
Baby tees, baggy jeans, and little silver hair clips adorn that of a pasty white femme fatale.
Music playin’, platform shoes, and me in the middle of it all. I can’t seem to make-out anything. Oh Shit! The floor isn’t there anymore!
Hearts pounding, mindsa’ racin’, and I reach out for some help. Something solid grabs hold of me and I feel safe again. Everything I was, am, and will be was no more.
Pigtails, glow sticks, funky glasses, and mixed drinks in the hands of an overly done drag queen. She leans over to kiss me hello. I tell her how fierce she looks and she replies with,
“Oh really, well who knew!!!”
It all seems like a dream to me but when I come off my high, oh boys look out! The music stops, lights go on and everyone makes a mad dash for the coat check.
Numbers exchanged, shirts come out of back pockets, and get pulled over muscle bound Greek God-Like bodies.
As we take a hit for the road, my body starts to shutter. I start to sing to myself some funky little tune I heard sometime last night. I think it’s by Kristine W? Oh she is sooooo fabulous but I’m not sure.
We slowly make our way up the stairs; they seem to go on forever. I wave goodbye to my club family. I kiss the bouncer goodbye and say,
“Mira, te veo el prioximo sabado aqui a las dies!!!”
And with that the doors swing open, and in perfect unison the sunglasses come on, and we hail a cab.
Penn Station is flooded with club goers from all around. All waiting for the 6:25 AM train. I start to dose off as the train starts to move, next thing I know the conductor is waking me up saying,
“Hay, your home kid, wake up!”
Oh bed never felt so good! Later that night at work, my thoughts seem to float back to those thumping beats, grinding bodies, and plaid skirts swaying in the wind.
Those were some crazy times!!!
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