Apparently even a woman going to a bar/disco on gay night isn't safe from being felt up. Jose and I went to a club called Mucassasina a few nights ago, and while the Italians outside were trying to figure out if me, Jose, and the other girl with us were a group of lesbians and their gay boy, a het couple and a third wheel, or a threesome (or any combination of things), guys were feeling me and the other girl up all night. You know, a girl going to a gay club doesn't want to be felt up by men. Or maybe they do, but I didn't. ARGH. Mucassasina is not the club to go to drunk, you'd be taken advantage of very quickly. Even Jose was skeeved out. Lucky we didn't venture up to the top two floors . . . I do know what a dark room is thanks to Queer As Folk . . . I think I'll stay away from blacklights, lol.
Anyways, I've been exploring all day, I'm pooped.
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