And now for something completely different.

In the happy countercultural house near the park.

I nearly panicked. A backhoe has been parked in front of the house, and as I looked down from the bedroom window, I heard a cluster of people talking around the glorious tree in the front yard. Was the city taking our fucking tree down?

False alarm, it turned out, but not before I texted Serene downstairs. She's been in this pad the longest, and between that and her (excellent) no-nonsense attitude, I appreciate her gentle but self-sustained role as resident quasi-matriarch and delegatrix. Sometimes we switch between playing Good Cop and Bad Cop when dealing with the maintenance crew. But I digress.

Earlier, as I sipped my tea in the quiet morning, I smirked to myself as I faintly heard Serene and her lover, the always-laughing black Becka, enjoying themselves beneath me. Serene has unapologetically told me before about how loud she gets when she cums, and between her and Lacey with her lover, I enjoy some audio entertainment on occasion.

You see, I live in a house full of lesbians. Sucks to be me, huh?

I'm on top. Serene and Lacey are below me with Becka as a regular visitor, but come next month, Lacey and her airline attendant fiancee Pamela will be taking the space on the main floor. They'll be replacing the breathtakingly delicious, shorthaired Sam, who has been the cunt-throb (ok, and cock-throb) of the house. A new woman, a spritely little pixiechik whose personality I have yet to learn, will be replacing Lacey as Serene's housemate. Confused yet? Add to that that sexy, outdoorsy Australian Lacey also happens to be Serene's ex-lover.

Me: No, wait, I'm mistaken. Our tree is fine.

Serene: I was just getting dressed to come investigate. Ok.

Me: You mean I missed out on seeing you dash outside in your Wonder Woman underoos? Dammit! ;)

Serene: LOL! Indeed you did. I have been known to go out in just my robe many times. I wonder what the neighbours think. Don't care tho! :)

Me: *winking shrug*

Serene: Did you just feel the house shake?

Me: That good, huh? ;)

Serene: :D

And now for something completely different.

And speaking of gay...

I was amused to find myself bouncing at a sexclub again recently. It's been a while.

Goodhandy's was the excellent venue for the Sodom dance party last Saturday night, where I enjoyed a stint doing security again for the first time since my days at Paddles. The irony is that it was only a few months ago when I was there to give Kara her birthday spankings. It was a fuck-free night this time (apart from the private spaces upstairs), but that doesn't mean I didn't have my share of the fun.

Amid the mostly-male, very glam crowd were a sprinkling of happily sauced women,some of whom made it a point to "get to know the new bouncer" standing at the door. Comic Scott Thompson quietly turned up. Actor and model Woodrow Monteiro as the iconic face of the partay. Mahogany Browne as the reigning drag queen. Tunage by DJ Sumation.

Whether or not I bounce there again remains to be seen, and if so, perhaps for upcoming Pride events, but staffing in a charged, sex-positive space is always a treat for me. Kara's been particularly excited by the prospect of me there from time to time.