Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

On the way to Pacific Friction, the airline lost my luggage. All I had was the clothes on my back and they felt grungy and inappropriate. I cruised the vendor area and found DieselFemme and bought a hot little slinky slip dyed a dark gray with a chain and a zipper and some studs. Very femme, really not my style at all. I do not think I am butch or femme. I ordinarily just kind of slide up and down the middle of that continuum. But in the spirit of stepping outside my box, I bought it and wore it Friday night.

This femme girl came and sat by me and was sympathetic.
“I like your outfit.”
“I just bought this here with a coupon!” I quipped, “The airline lost my luggage.”
“That’s terrible about your luggage. So, you don’t have any of your makeup or anything.”
“Huh? Makeup? I don’t really wear any makeup.”
She looked at me like I was some kind of weirdo and moved away.

During the rest of the evening, I was hit on by butch tops and only butch tops. Some of them I had met before and had never shown any interest until I was wearing this stupid outfit. They came on to me with this gleam in their eyes. I felt like prey. Oy! I was way further out of my box than I ever wanted to be. And not interested.

My luggage arrived after 1am. I was happy to be back in my camouflage pants and T-shirts.