DIRTY PANTIES ...and other thrilling tales of my sex ... - Lannie Rose

Section 1 - Lannie’s Adventures - 27Original Joe’s again, so I stopped in for more refreshment. Philwas busy so the other bartender made my Gibson. Playfully, Itold him, “You’ll never guess what I have in my purse!” showinghim my nice, new, red Gucci purse.“What?” he asked.“Another purse!” I laughed, and showed him I had shoved mylittle, silver disco purse into my new purse. He was mildlyamused.Fortified, I headed for the event on Post. They had the streetblocked off and I had to dig ten dollars out of my new Gucci purseto get in. It was worth it — it was fantastic! As darkness fell, thestreet lit up. The main stage was just off Market Street and alarge canopy covered the main dance area. As the pavementreleased the daytime heat, the weather became comfortable fordancing. The party was pretty full, but not uncomfortably so. Thecrowd thinned as I moved away from the stage; I was able to pickthe density I liked best.The main stage was spinning heavy techno-industrialsounds. Smaller stages farther down the street blasted othervarieties of rave music. The crowd was younger and less ethnicthan at the Afribbean festival, but still quite diverse. Again, Iwas the only trannie around. Nobody hassled me, proving thatravers are a friendly bunch.Again I danced, danced, and danced some more. After a whileI thought it would be a good idea to get something to eat becauseI hadn’t eaten all day. I spotted my favorite Mexican restaurant,but they had just closed. I found a barbecue place, but it had along line spilling out the door. So I went into a bar. A gay bar. Avery, very gay bar. I did not figure that out until after I sat down.The bartenders pointedly ignored me. I began talking with a guysitting on the barstool next to mine. He was very nice. Wecompared notes about various gay bars around town. I told mynew friend I needed his help to get a drink, and he kindly obliged.When the bartender put the drink down in front of me, Idecided to win him over with my matchless charm. I asked him,“Can you guess what I have in my purse?”